You are like mangoes on my tongue: of loveliest flesh; of sweetest taste. Advertisements
I like women who are all soft corners. Tricky, you know, pretending to be made up of edges but really full of fluff and heart and all the things that make little girls nice and grown women sexy.
I’m not generally a big fan of movies and television. I’m not against it, no, and this is not a jeremiad about how the talkie box is sucking our brains out, ruining our attention spans, and all-over a subversive attempt by The Man to anesthetize humanity-at-large (not to say any of that is completely untrue either) … Continue reading
We should stop calling them closets and start calling them what they truly are: coffins.
I am a heat-seeking missile for the creepy little weirdos of the world.
I’ve made a space for you beside me Rest your weary arms Leave your heavy heart It’s safe right here next to me
Come here, baby Hook those legs over my shoulders
Shy paper origami cranes Sprinkled out of the sky
Ladies, you had better close those legs Hide it It is nobody’s business What your business is
I have never dated a guy. This is not from a lack of wanting—will explain that later—but, well, I’m gay. That is mostly synonymous with, oh, not dating guys! Still, that doesn’t mean that I dislike men. I do like them.