How Queer You Are
I. that maybe you are what it is all for, but it does not last so very long, but you will last very long † but you bided your time in...
Bruises
***TRIGGER WARNING*** Phyiscal abuse/domestic violence Gillian Anderson was my Sexual Awakening except I wasn’t so much awake as I was a...
How Did I Get Here and Where Do I Go from Here?
Living in color is a scary thing. Really. But listen, that is alright. Here, it’s I and I Let uncertainty be your guiding light. I have...
March 24th Pt. 1
Keep. That’s all I wish. For you to hold tightly to the crushed velvet and blood That calls for you. Sanguine takes some getting used to,...
March 24th Pt. 2
The reason I do this is unclear, Unclear like our relationship. It’s murky and dangerous Waters I can’t navigate. At least, it is for me....
Ode to the Dancers
Persecuted desires in pitch black rave-parlors play pretend-dance on tables teetering toward catastrophe viewed through pin-holes ...
We Wish We Were Blind
America has a ban on consciousness, and we love it. We are not a proud kind. We sacralize death but refuse to acknowledge our own...
Lifting the Mask
I used to lie in my bed and stare up into the abyss of solitude as I wondered why God hated me. I would spring up after hours of...
One & Only
“Tonight, I just want to hold you,” he said; so, that’s what we did. I slept inside his built arms, he slept in mine. The light peeking...
My Sleeping Angel
On the Sunday morning that the two of us spent lying on my dorm room bed, the harsh sound of rain was constant and pierced the noises...
