I don’t cross-stitch.  Never did.  I was more of a latch hook and knitting gal.  My step-sister cross-stitched some, but nothing was ever framed as far as I can remember.

It would have been really cool if she cross-stitched something like this, though in my house it wouldn’t have been seen as a positive thing.  I’ve gotten over that.  I’ve a dirty whorish mouth and that’s a good thing.

I also have a dirty whorish mind.  Which also wasn’t considered a good thing when I was growing up.  Not that there was any overt slut-shaming in my household – my sister was appropriately taken to Planned Parenthood when she became sexually active – but neither was reveling in the wonder that is human sexuality – masturbation was not discussed at all.

So if anyone out there wants to practice his/her cross-stitching skills, this lovely piece would make a great model for your work.

I swear.  True story.

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