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I like tucking in people's tags when they're sticking out of their clothes. It feels motherly. I think I also like the intimate element of it. Look, here I am, patting you on the back. It's almost like we're family. There's a strange sort of familiarity here, and yet my hand and your back have never before connected, are unlikely to connect again.

Touch is powerful.

Last weekend I went dancing at Middlesex with my roommate CA and some of her friends. It was crowded. From midnight to 1 they were playing this weird soul-infused funk. People were still dancing. At one point someone pushed between me and the group and a boy I barely know reached out, grabbed my wrist and pulled me back. I imagine it was instinct, but I liked it. Maybe we all have that urge to protect one another. Whoever you are, I am watching your back.

2:34 p.m. - 2012-11-14

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