As 2009 sputters and chokes on its last breath, I am left looking in at myself and wanting. It's been a year of pretty extraordinary highs and lows for me ( Read more... )

Our two mouths meet in wet black. My hair, betraying sweat, is wrapped around three of your thick fingers in a knot at the base of my neck. I am dreams of the fisherman's wife, every soft fleshy part of me utilized, sweetly and resolutely, by your body. So this is fucking. I can feel my thoughts converting to the animal, my wants being reduced to ( Read more... )

Feeling the burden of another month between my hips David, I'm thinking about you tonight. I spoke to your mother today, her tiny wan voice coming through the airwaves. Still there, miraculously. And you're here too. Between Alex and I we have documented enough to keep you here a little longer. You're holding on to our hearts and weighing them down ( Read more... )

I am sick to death of the way I negotiate my space with others ( Read more... )

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Clive Owen
Adrien Brody
Adam Goldberg

1) I'm feeling like a fuckup but I can't figure out why. I don't know what I'm sitting on but I'm feeling stress in my body, either emotional pain half digested or something portentious that my old bones are picking up on before me. I'm not paying attention to much of anything, least of all myself ( Read more... )

Intrusive in my life again, this one over SMS ( Read more... )

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Something I have been thinking about recently, especially as I make the transition from college to home for the summer: What is the basis for my (nearly exlusive) mutual attraction to older men ( Read more... )