January 2010
6 posts
The Antidote
When I’m sad, and I’m ready not to be sad any more, I take my laptop and lock myself in the bathroom. Then I take pictures of myself feeling sad. Watching myself. Conscious of my movements as I pose each shot. And gradually the photos become a little less sad, or at least a little more something else.
I always look into my own eyes in the monitor, as I unbutton my sweater, taking a...
this is not a story
it’s just me telling you that Buck Angel is pretty fucking hot
snippet of conversation out of context
but I only need it for about a minute and I want it wet so cheap
simple/confusion
Sometimes sex is confusing, but often I realize sex is simple, and it’s everything surrounding that confuses me.
The sex with this boy was always great, incredible even, from the first day we met. But everything else, well, confusing. When we could keep it to sex our relationship, as limited as it was, was good. When other things crept in they tainted it, polluted it, sapped the pure joy.
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I glanced back at the shower-head as I stepped out on to the mat. I caught my reflection in the foggy mirror and knew the flush across my breasts and chest hadn’t come from the hot water alone. Hot water but also my body crouched and squatting, knees splayed. My forehead pressing and leaning into tile. My back quivering and hips squirming ever so slightly, shower-head in one hand. Head...
He was a chameleon. No. No, that’s not what he was. Because he didn’t change to suit the situation. He was himself, and always himself. He was like a mountain or the sea or the stars that way. But he was not those things. Of course he wasn’t, and he never would be. He was a human man, but the kind who is also many things. Like every human man I suppose.
We were like each other...