(Lucky Strike unfiltereds) my father drank, (bourbon, the occasional vodka) and that I was abused as a child. (belts, switches, the occasional bat or broken bottle)
She’s been provided a list of possible mental disorders or personality issues that might arise from this experience. (low self-esteem, possible bouts of depression, timidity, social isolation, suicide)
In her hands, she holds my medical records, a bone-ography of every break and sprain, (right arm twice, right elbow once, right wrist once) every pulled muscle, (strained tricep, cyatic nerve, rotator cuff capsule, tendinitis of the bicep) and the therapies and medications prescribed for each injury. (meloxicam, upper body workouts with stretch bands, physical therapy)
She is provided a comprehensive list of my lovers and exes (Donna, Linda, Faith, Samantha, Kristi, Kathy, Rose, Janet, Jessica, Tabitha, Bethany, etc.) along with an annotated index of every girl/woman I’ve ever kissed, felt up, flirted with, everything. (this list is too extensive)
The diagram looks like some perverted family tree of fornication, a skeletal structure of my sexual history and I can’t decide if I’m more proud of its many branches or horrified because she gets to see it now.
She knows what I like in bed (handcuffs, biting, scratching, hair-pulling, nipple play) and what I don’t. (butt play, oral, missionary) 34