TaiYung

Yesterday my mother asked me what I would name my children and I told her that I did not want any. She scoffed at me and shook her head, insisting that once I found the "perfect man" all of that would change. And I thought back to all the times when my palms sweated and my throat ran dry and my cheeks heated up just because a girl walked by whose lips were so pretty and pink that all I wanted to do was taste them. "No," I replied, swallowing the acid that was threatening to crawl out of my mouth, "it will take a lot more than that to convince me." Because despite the fact that the mere thought of a man with arms that could carry the we