Shield #wankwednesday
“Make yourself come,” he says, fist around his cock, eyes glinting with bright shards of lust. A single opalescent tear is born at the tip, trembles there, and escapes down the lip of his cock-head, over his fingers and disappears into the dark thatch of hair at the root. I know what he wants. He […]
Another Love
When I was a little girl, I learned: To love is to fight. Passion is pale if it doesn’t draw blood. Anger is the fertile sod of love, and its growth leaves indelible marks on every part it touches. To love is public spectacle screaming operettas at two am, scenes in restaurants and hotel lobbies. […]
Quantum Bodies
These pieces were written in response to “Constitutive Self-Negation”, a talk given by Dorothée Legrand for the Dark Materialism Symposium. I was not so taken by her extreme examples of the object/subject duality of the body as much as the idea of its concept of being in flux, of its incorporation in the moment of perception. And for me, everything is framed through the lens of eroticism. Of course, as always.
Take Me Down
Because I love you hold me tight close my eyes take me down. Don’t warn me how deep the drop how dark the depths how thin the rope. Trust in me to know these things and have chosen not to choose. If you want me jack me in pull the cord make the cut. If you love me don’t betray me with hesitation, take me down.
alliance #lostinsaigon
when I say hurt me you do but with such regret. the damage is not delicate but your intentions are. I’m training you to ugliness a vine grown into monstrous shape. you will leave me worse for wear tainted by alliance. #lostinsaigon
#lostinsaigon – April 5th
In the hard vacuum of your departure I measure moments in heartbeats caught in amber. #gogyohka #lostinsaigon time stretches like molten glass a fine, translucent infinity that trembles and breaks #gogyohka #lostinsaigon the smell of sweat the breach of breath the slick of lust died to a second skin in the silence of sleep #lostinsaigon […]
Proof of Use
Eight dark smudges indelible beneath skin a quartet nestled beside each hip bone. Half-moons that almost breach the surface reflected there on the soft flesh of my inner thigh and there, on the rounded vault of my shoulder. Small purple anemones bloom under my jawline, in the crook of my arm and just next to […]
Mise en Scene
At the wretched gathering in the line for free oblivion I shall catch your eye and engage you in a conversation that has been pre-recorded in front of a live studio audience. Oh, yes. I’ve been this way many times in many guises and you are a convenience: a cock with a face I’ll choose […]
Rock of Ages
Did you cry for me the way I cried for him? Did you wait wretched, fretting, one moment damning me as a heartless bitch who couldn’t spare you a single kind word in a day, then melting as one sweet thought followed another, falling around your ears like water lily petals? This desperate chain and […]
Skin Zipper
On certain days I go hunting for that elusive zipper that will, once found, allow me to dispense with my skin. Slough it off like a snake whose body has grown too big to move, to breath skin too tight to live in. Relieve myself of these unreliable lungs this rusty clockwork heart of nostrils […]