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Ravenous

I love food.

Wait, I don’t think I said that right. I love food. I love to eat. I delight in the crispness of perfectly steamed broccoli; sliced mangoes and sectioned clementines are both a soothe and a freshness to my tongue.

I derive pleasure from preparing and cooking a meal for myself and I get even more pleasure when given the opportunity to do that for someone else. There is satisfaction, comfort, and sensuality to be found in all things surrounding food.

I can’t be with someone who doesn’t love food. I can’t be with someone who doesn’t appreciate the acts and the rituals or who doesn’t understand the fundamental fact that food is one of the sublime pleasures of a life well lived and is something sacred to be shared.

I want someone who is ravenous, inside and out, ravenous about life, about eating it whole, about getting messy and getting dirty, about living, living, living all that they can.

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About Quinn

In it but not of it. A reformed player, now watcher. Speaker of raw truths.

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Raison d’etre

"Raw," she said. "I want something primal. I want something bare and naked. I want you to give me this life raw, unbidden, unhidden, free, fair, and true. Can you do that? Can you do that for me?"

One may only try.

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