Mine is on my left forearm. I have a cousin with a matching blemish. When we touch our marks at the same time, we switch bodies, which is always odd when one of us is having sex, seeing how she's a she and I'm...not
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You have sex with your cousin?
My birthmark ...is in the center of me...some call it a bellybutton.
I think it is some kind of proof.
Yeah, way to keep on topic there
(I was gonna come back with "Yeah, when I'm not having sex with yours!" but I don't know how old your cousins are and didn't want to set myself up for a statutory rape joke )
*blink*
I'm still, uh, kinda weirded about you and your cousin. I seriously didn't need to know that. I mean... is it the syntax, or is that what you meant to say? :-|
I think you read it wrong. I wrote "when one of us is having sex," not "when we're having sex with each other, capische
You editted. That relieves me on so many levels.
I have a port wine stain birthmark on my left upper arm. My father grounded me at 16, thinking it was a hickey. Mind you, I had it since the day I was born. Sometimes I wonder if he wasn't snatched by aliens around that time and replaced with a clone.