Being seduced by a man on crutches was an interesting experience.
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Being on one crutch to no crutches is a huge difference.
I love to tease men with my legs.
My body could stand the crutches but my mind couldn't stand the sideline.
One hot summer night in San Francisco, roughly 10 years ago, I was sitting in a crowded Pacific Heights restaurant when Alice Adams walked in with a man. She was about 60 at the time, and she was wearing a skirt that fell an inch or so above her knees and flat heels without stockings.
I enjoyed showing a bit more leg in the last few stories. It was good fun, but it can be quite sexist. But it doesn't worry me personally all that much.
I directed a movie back in the '90s which had calf roping in it, and I got into it quite a bit back then.
I'd been brought up on the Upper East Side in a WASP society, which was death on crutches.
I look at smoking as a crutch, and as an actor I would like strip away as many crutches as possible.
A bit of lusting after someone does wonders for the skin.
The simplest consequence of walking on crutches is that you walk slower. Every step must be a necessary one. When you hurry, you get where you're going, but you get there alone. When you go slow, you get where you're going, but you get there with a community you've built along the way.
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