Comin’ out bi ain’t no walk in the park. Question I always, always, always get:“So if you’re with a woman, does that mean you’ll date a man on the side?”Or sometimes it’s phrased like a statement:“At some point you’ll have to choose.” Folks, I’m bi,Not a sex addict.Just ‘cause I think most folks are beautiful,Doesn’t …
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Relationships scare the shit out of me.Now you gotta realize,I’m talking from a perspective of perpetual failure.(Mind, not “oh, it’s not you, it’s me” levels of failure) There was that time I worked the guts to ask you out,Only to find out that night,Smug look on my face,That we were moving out of town in …
Days,you just want that grass-between-toes,sorta feelin’,ain’t nothin’ gonna get you,you got wooden bones, ‘n bark thick-thick-thick,–wild-fires burn,–but they just makin’ room for you to spread. Days,you just walkin’ among the Sequoias,one-of-a-kindone-of-many. Prompt from mslabyrinth: “Would you write something descriptive, something about a character in a natural setting, the setting mirroring (or contrasting) the character’s thoughts …
I’m talking about the time me and another boy sucked each other off in the park.Your reply is “I just came.” I guess I’m that sexy,That you can overlook the next part of the story,Later, when I’m with some friends.“Where you been?”“I was—““Hangin’ with that fag again?He tried to kiss me once;You know that?That’s not …
I’ve developed this knack for leavin’ bite marks on bare shoulders.Maybe it’s the imperialism I’ve got runnin’ through my veins,But I want the world to know where I’ve been. ‘Course, I ain’t against them knowin’ your trail either. ‘Course, you know that; we’ve been sendin’ explicit emails back ‘n forth, ‘n back again. givin’ the …
Hey, you realize if you went blind,You’re not worth as much as me? It’s the law,and you’d be surprised who loves it. Am I the only one who thinks that’s crap? If you can work at all,You deserve at least minimum wage.
I ain’t sorry that I am what I am, ‘n what I am sorry for I’m changin’I got no time for you to shit on my parade,I’ve got dream commands to work out, who in the hell knows of a Nickelodeon claymation show set underwater, preferably with a purple spiky dude.either I’ve found a repressed …
you’ll have to forgive me a little assumin’but you’re talkin’ like you want to wash some of the dirt from me. it’s been a long time since showers were hands ‘n lips ‘n skin, been dust ‘n sweat swirlin’ down that drain, for a long, long time. nothin’ tastes quite like a cheap …
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I’m heavy-lifting, sweat-soaked,I’m dress-wearing, hips-swaying,I’m testosterone-pumping, dry-humping,I’m blanket-swirling, far-fetching,and occasionally, I like to play pretend. I’m allowed.
I went west.I stood on the dock and watched the sun fold into itself and spread the dark, dark night.I’ve vices and virtues:bone aches and morning afters. She’s been up for three days,amphetamine for energy, painkillers for numb,and the opiates keep her from remembering she’s hungry.I do not want her in my house. When we …
