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what you want

She is not what I would have wanted to choose for myself (note: this is not to say she is not what I want. she is.)  Advertisements


Have you ever encountered a thing so precious that if you could not possess it, sheer madness required that you forced it to perish from this very existence?

Modern Love: The Blue Light

I logon, late, so late, the only light in my room is electric and blue, casting alien shadows over the planes of my face. I am searching. 

A consumption

I would eat this world, this life, this universe whole — would swallow it down, choke on it, spittle flying and saliva leaking out the corners of my mouth, lips distended, cheeks bulging; all of it, every last scrap and bit and piece, no crumb left behind… (A pornography of of existential consumption)

This girl has me trippin’

Over my own two feet. No, not really (read: yes, really) because she is right up my “power alley” as one friend would say, ready for a “conversion special” as another would add to that. 

A dilemma

I want her.

At great cost

I wanted her. I wanted to love her. Continue reading

No good answers for poorly asked questions

“So, why aren’t you dating someone? Why haven’t you met someone yet?” I hate that question. It comes to me, often, from well-meaning friends, absentminded yet caring coworkers, anxious parents and gentle doyennes. I get it in supermarkets, in gyms, at the park, while pumping gas, via text message, e-mail, and carrier pigeon– Why. Why … Continue reading

The allure of men’s bodies

I love men’s bodies.

Modern Love: A forbidden thrill

I am her forbidden thrill.

Raison d’etre

"Raw," she said. "I want something primal. I want something bare and naked. I want you to give me this life raw, unbidden, unhidden, free, fair, and true. Can you do that? Can you do that for me?"

One may only try.

April 2018
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