I'm a traitor.

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-s.

There's a problem when I'm googling a list of short stories from a book five feet away from me, but damn it's cold, it's 4am, sleep was not a question before I abandoned it in online book reviews and skinny dips in old entries, comments for my sole livejournal friend. Perhaps if I stay away through the night, I'll pass out at a godly hour and awake ( Read more... )

On Sharing Loved Films With Loved Ones.


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I peek over your shoulders, interested in not knowing you, interested in remaining a stranger, those bedrooms you walk by and imagine as your own, without your hair and dust and skin. The perfection of distant blanket creases, the light from that window. Collections of things, debris from expired calendars. You shed your clothes and lay in between ( Read more... )

Because, dear one, it's been too long ( Read more... )

Is there some sort of international systematic allowance for the treatment of women as prospects, as cute things that walk and smile to ward off your sincerely disgusting comments and looks, your one-inch-too-close leaning in towards their bodies, too close, when a simple hello and nice to meet you smells of implications, propositions, unzips your ( Read more... )

Suddenly this city lifted its skirt to reveal its pale, thin legs. Perhaps I'm slightly paranoid.
They are a bit unnerving.
Shaking. Or is that the cold?
I noticed my flight from district to district was upon floating roads. Entire worlds beneath me. Cars I might crush. Homes I might stand in. Second floors to first. Broken columns and wood and ( Read more... )

A couple of awkward, asymmetrical Christian recruiters asked if we had plans for Valentine's. Though we were clearly standing in line at the entrance of a restaurant. They, of course, assuming we were two lonely straight man-friends looking for some sunday love. Because, no, we couldn't possibly be a couple. A man can't love another man. Unless he' ( Read more... )

Leave comments, please. I wrote some of my own confusions, questions, corrections and curiosities in bold.

Perhaps robots may be represented as somewhat masculine (hard metal parts, sharp edges, oft voiced by men, an advanced achievement in science/technology -- fields ruled by men), but even robots named Robby confused the most intelligent of sci- ( Read more... )

My brother is engaged. I've already begun to wear the hesitant face, the redness, the dropped eyes. Begun dribbling nervous laughter. You'll be next, they'll say. The other, younger sibling. The single one, they think. I'll have practiced my wordless reply. And sit again on the faint line between me and the me who is the son, the cousin, the nephew ( Read more... )