I think wanting to be known fucked us up. Remember early millennial days of the internet when we'd go on pro-ana websites in peace? We’d vow to be honest about what we ate that day, find friendship with strangers, but most of all, find comfort in anonymity.

For we were already known. By our mothers, our older sisters, the mean kids at school. We ( Read more... )

When I was seven, my grandparents died. My father bear gathered my sister and I in his arms and we cried into his armpits ( Read more... )

My mother says there were angels. Creatures that would never become human. Bright vibrations of love and energy from high, high, high ( Read more... )

and I ask him, "are you a boy or a girl?"perhaps a day celebrating love asks me to consider my feelings about the matter ( Read more... )

I stopped having dreams because I was living them.

we were sleeping upon a tarp underneath the stars of Northern California. I could see all of them in the sky.

each boy's arm around me was happy met. we would change our sleeping arrangements every night, but with all of them, with any of them, I felt loved ( Read more... )

I can't sleep when I am creating something. these movements, these next steps. the vibrations from other lives past. the missing lovers. the last pieces ( Read more... )

there is epic in my journey. there are ghosts. waking up to what is this? and what country do I live in now? and who is sleeping with me? it is the part where you are safe, dreaming your erotic dreams [we were fucking like fishes], and someone wakes you up. suddenly the world is a sailboat and you are stumbling back to your bed, seasick ( Read more... )

I am mostly afraid of the endings. the after orgasm. the part where it stops.

it's every enthusiasm, every fingertip that we ohhhh. we're a part and we're whole. it takes shape. it manifests. it EXPLODES. and then.

over.

I think how can I write again? how will I remember it?these efforts. they cannot be sustained ( Read more... )

what are you worried about? what do I?I imagine my life is spiraling. but circles are good. circles always reach their point of origin, I think ( Read more... )

yesterday I cut my toenails for two hours ( Read more... )