She does not like cacti because they remind her of some of Georgia O'Keefe's desert scapes, which remind her of Georgia O'Keefe's floral works, which remind her of her vagina, which she dislikes because she is a 68 year old nun and is completely out of touch (very literally) with her sexuality. I"m not making this up. She told me this on our recent visit to a botanical garden while we were wandering the arid collections. So in her mind, this
equals this
equals this
equals this
equals BAD. So she looks at a cactus and sees a vagina.
Lord save us from such trains of thought.
1 comment:
Am I allowed to say that I look at a vagina and see a cactus?
Covered in dense intimidating spikes, potentially juicy inside but tangling with it can leave you wishing that you hadn't?
No? Okay then.
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