Epiphanies
In which I realize some things about how I’m crazy, revisiting ancient wounds of loss.
Read moreIn which I realize some things about how I’m crazy, revisiting ancient wounds of loss.
Read moreI want you thinking of me, always.
Read moreThinking about my relationship to fucking, handjobs, blowjobs, and… my father.
Read moreAre drugs fucking with my cock?
Read moreI have a complicated relationship to having my back scratched.
Read moreRemembering my mother.
Read morePlaying on the knife’s edge between safety and danger is where the fun is.
Read moreMy crazy experience of loss and fear.
Read moreLiving in fear of the past….
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