huh

Conor does laugh, and (very very rarely) cry, and scream in rage, and puckers up to seek a kiss.  Interesting, right?

I was watching these two people make-out on Powell Street the other day and was struck by how kinda weird kissing is.

One glob of fleshy, watery cells bumping up against another mass.  And that's a thing we do to connect on some level between brute attraction and intimacy.  So weird.