Jacob Lawrence, The Lovers (1946)

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March 8, 2007:

There was an exact moment when I stopped being a slut.

Her name was Larissa, she was lovely, she was kind and vulnerable, and after months of one-week or two-week relationships with women who were hardened enough to handle the grief I carried with me I found myself stopped dead in my tracks, looking into her lonely, expectant eyes with the blinding realization that I couldn't allow myself to hurt her, couldn't put her through what she'd go through with me if only I said what she wanted to hear.

Law library, firm in San Francisco. Tall boy with shaggy dark hair turns to find a lovely woman smiling. Tall, blonde, lithe and vibrant, intelligent, kind-hearted, nice. Looks into his eyes, and in the moment that their gazes lock he knows she's his, body and heart, if only he says the word.

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