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Tiny temper tantrum, colossal feeling - all in my head. I'm calm on the outside. You're an idiot.
Dammit you're exquisite, in every way you are. Your movements are the force I need to still my mind and your breath warms my soul; your words titillate my being and your silence speaks my heart.
'Professional' encompasses a myth embedded in our society that implies someone able to distance themselves from emotion to 'get the job done'. I think of suits and briefcases. Professionalism shouldn't necessarily imply stoicism. Where's the human connection?