chickadee: new blog

Monday, February 6

new blog

i forgot to update this blog with my new blog address when i switched long ago.
i think that was because at the time i really needed the anonymity and didn't want readers.
however, now that i have spent enough time by myself i welcome feedback and comments on what i write.
so, if you would like to see what i'm up to now, you can find me at joujouboo.wordpress.com.

i look forward to hearing from you. please comment there so i know if anyone actually reads it. <3

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Art offers the possibility of love with strangers.
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