I am ovulating. I want to have sex. With various humans. I frequently fall in love with people and am in need of wooing them. I like to woo people. It rarely works, but it's poetic, right? and fun. And heartbreaking when it's met with a brick wall. Or worse yet, a reluctant rubber wall. I think I would make a better boy. When I was little I looked ( Read more... )

Both of these were mainly about strangers.

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"See? That's what makes you beautiful,"
The man on the bench said to his friend.
Maybe he meant me.
The man in the hat
that we passed
moments after we hit
uneven sidewalk
and I flew like a comet 
in my silver dress,
hovered like a raincloud
on my black-gloved hands.
I was pulled up by my arms
poured liquid back ( Read more... )

Last night we went in the river along the bike path. I was carried in my slippery unsure boys. Tina was holding my arms once we were in the water and my legs floated up. I felt purple and soft and weightless. I've been feeling boxless lately. Just a part of everything. Especially with the heat I feel like I'm melting. My disability is a box that ( Read more... )

This is a test to see what an entry looks like in Bea's new journal. I am going to make it easier on the eyes tomorrow ( Read more... )