this morning the sunrise found me swimming naked in a clear mountain lake. i sang until my voice broke. it was the most beautiful thing. if you want to know what virginia tastes like in july, i will tell you: it tastes wet and green and hot.

this week was, as is usually the case when i impulsively decide to hop the chinatown express down south, extremely emotional and intense. as soon as i got there, i found out they were putting together a "last show" (for real this time) at blvd, which was in the middle of a mass exodus due to a laundry list of problems with the crackhead landlord ( Read more... )

same old story but it's one of my favorites. lying facedown on your bed. it takes me a minute to catch my breath. you lean over and open the window and the coolness of the rain blows in over us. this is the best part, when you drape your arms around my sticky curves, nuzzle your nose into my neck, and fall asleep. i can feel your heart beating out ( Read more... )

you gave me one of your t-shirts to wear, what's the point, we pulled it off together three minutes later, lips meeting/repelling like magnets, is this okay, first time last time, get under the covers baby it's cold in here. the way it feels, chests pressed together, i wanna bury my face in your neck as deep as it goes. i want to eat your smell. i ( Read more... )

what the fuck does it mean? i'm not going to pretend like i know what love is. obviously, it's never quite worked out for me. i imagine you know it when you feel it, but in my mind it's just a combination of complementary pheremones and socioeconomic necessity. like, if i can stick my nose in your armpit after a few days of not showering, and it ( Read more... )

we'd met a few times before and i'd always been impressed but nothing ever happened. now, due to a strange twist of circumstance, i've found something that makes me happy in a place/time i wouldn't ever have expected. when i'm around him, i can't not smile, like, constantly. he already knows my games and calls me out on my shit before it even gets ( Read more... )

i've been growing out my leg hair for a few months. it's really long now.

i'll talk about it when i'm hanging out with a guy i like.

if he thinks it's gross, he's a loser who just wants to fuck me.

if he doesn't care, he's okay.

if he thinks it's cool, he's a keeper.

so far it's worked out pretty well.

the business of heartbreaking was never quite what i'd expected it to be. none of the pathetic overmedicated pleas, mea culpas, cold incestuous confessions of daytime talkshows, not exactly as black and white as the movies; somewhere inbetween, you don't really know what's happening, you don't feel in control, you're lost in an ocean of drunken ( Read more... )

my girl just got evicted from one of those shithole rotating punk houses where the landlord doesn't give a fuck and the tenants leave rooms full of potentially useful junk, and called me up last night to see if i wanted to go trash it. the two of us rolled up with five or six dudes, all on bikes. we had crobars and other implements of destruction, ( Read more... )

starting to get that good ache. smitten. how it feels to call somebody baby. the uncertainty of having a love i don't know upside down and backwards. discovering, peeling back stories like layers, finding the surprises. it's like christmas every time the morning finds me wrapped up in his arms, our bodies fitting together like continents that used ( Read more... )