December 2010
103 posts
There is cost and risk involved with a life lived by one who is extroverted in their queerness. I believe that, lately, my awareness of this increased contingency for danger has made me even more cautious when I am approached by women. I just find most of them aren’t worth any chance of ending up at a loss.
I’ve been longing to put this book down and take a nap for almost two hours now, but my bookmark is on the other side of my room. I’m still too lazy to get up and get it, but I don’t have the heart to fold the page—the agony.
What are you reading, i.e., novels, plays, online...
Vicks Nyquil has suspended my motor functionality.
Set you up
You say I set you up
Like I was different
Than what I am
Offering you now
Let you down
You say I let you down
And drug your heart around
Did you forget about
All of the love
And the acceptance
That you promised me too?
“Precious,” by Esperanza Spalding
I hate when girls ask me what kind of girl I like.
1. I like [real] WOMEN.
2. What you mean to say is, “Do you like me because I like you, but I don’t want to risk any damage to my ego.”
Buck up. Make the first move. Do like Ice Cube. “You Can Do It”
“Cry Baby Cry (feat. Sean Paul & Joss Stone),” by Santana
“Against The Wall,” by The Lost Bois
“Rude Boy,” by Rihanna
I have such expensive taste when I’m broke.
my guitar sometimes sleeps at the foot of the bed
better a wandering eye than wandering hands
12.27.10 free write
offspring
an open heart will break
away from the body when wounded
unfastens easily once love drives it mad
transfigured Luna moth rapped in silk
susceptible
hardens with each blow until incorrigibly stiff
seemingly beyond repair
contorting into fetal position
retreats into a cocoon and develops
a tough skin with built-in lines of weakness
just enough room for change and chance
...
When you decide to dance to your favorite song
soooperfries:
EXPECTATION:
REALITY:
Gotta love foreign films →
people like me
Dear Memory Foam Pillow,
Where have you been all my life?
It always happens this way. As good as it was you’ll never leave him for me. And at some point I’m sure it would be devastating if you were the one who changed me, if I walked down the street wanting to hold your hand. I hope that day never comes.
Speechless…
Could make out right about…now.
Oh the things one does when they have alcohol to rely upon as a scapegoat…