I have never felt safer and more owned than being nestled between Dada’s legs, mouth full, choking for breath, tears in my eyes and a mess quickly forming as he roughly said “there’s never gonna be another one in your mouth for the rest of your life, right baby? Not for the rest of your life.”
I would say it’s weird that she hears romance where others would hear a threat.
But this is the same girl who found Lars Von Trier’s Antichrist to be a playful romp through the countryside with Babygirl Dafoe, and reacted to her bleeding butt with a casual “Oh, really?”
Blossom is diff’rent.