An old story, told (perhaps?) differently
Thinking about my relationship to fucking, handjobs, blowjobs, and… my father.
Read moreThinking about my relationship to fucking, handjobs, blowjobs, and… my father.
Read moreA realization about my writing.
Read moreThinking about fucking. And anger. Mostly, anger.
Read moreThe loss of my best friend.
Read moreSometimes, I hold back when I write. Or, I don’t write, out of holding back.
Read moreBoth sides, now.
Read moreI feel anger. Which means I’m avoiding my sadness and my fear.
Read moreMy reactions to external circumstances show me, barometrically, my internal state.
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