...and theories on modern art

Fuck, Fuck me

Oh fuck, baby girl tears her fragile lungs
Begging for end. Oh fuck fuck fuck
The stench: piss, sweat, blood-stained virginity
Drop drop droplets dancing on flowered cotton panties
Ophidian genitalia slithers scythe sorrow
Body of aged wine that was many times my own- the air explodes with secrets shameful
    sinful
Tiny pink labial lips pulsing with dirty milky silky
Cream
Inside outside muscle convulsing with surreptitious, precocious
Adulthood
Stained fingernails of yellow fellows with nicotine habits are oh so
Nice
That single word rolled off his satanic tongue and froze cold cold cold
Deeper than the butt of the weapon in my temple
Porcelain legs writhe and dance
    With older men, oh daddy please
Save me
Hold me
Caress me
STOP. Grabs my gapped fresh teeth and shoves those rotting fingers down my
Throat.
Collapse relapse relax
Legs and toes tangle, in an ivory waterfall
Liquid pouring, naivety escaping
Fall asleep, princess
    I’m your man.

1 year ago

# poem

(Source: queersecrets)

1 year ago

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Confusing

Gender and sexuality are so confusing

I have come out as “transgender” multiple times throughout my life, and at some point I always end up having to revoke it because of social, familial, or personal blocks.

Some people have taken to calling me a fake.

I don’t really know… from the age of six I have gone back and forth between being masculine (which I prefer) and then freaking out and being EXTREMELY feminine to overcompensate. I think I might be genderqueer. If I could be any “set” person, I would be an effiminate pansexual male. I don’t like being girly. I wear pretty dresses and do my hair because I feel I have to.

I also go back and forth with being ok with my pansexuality and desperately wanting to be either “straight” or “gay.” My partner feels similarly about himself (he currently identifies as male) so I can talk to him, but I can’t really express this to anyone else. I don’t really know what genderqueer involves… that could be the completely wrong word.

I’m confused… I should have grown out of this confusion years ago =/

10 overrated literary classics - The National

irunfrombears:

The National lists their 10 most overrated literary classics. While I don’t agree with most of this list, I do like their suggestions on what to read instead.

1 year ago

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Today

My boyfriend convinced me to go longboarding and I went down a huge hill that he wouldn’t even go down (mind you, I’m awful at skateboarding) and tripped halfway down and did an epic flipped which involved bouncing off my head and yelling a lot.

The end.

So True...

<3

Tumblr

I had a tumblr a while back, and it was very simple.

I don’t understand where everything has gone! How do I “discover” or whatever it was called where people were nominated and stuff?

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*Head explodes*

You ask, “So, who are you?”

I say, “God.”

That would not be entirely true, however, for if I was a god, I probably would not be starting a blog… because I would own all blogs… and be all blogs… and whatever else a god does… which are probably mostly not related to blogging.

I work lots, and greatly appreciate the opportunities I’m presented.

I have a very well-meaning boyfriend, who just so happens to live with me.

I dropped out of college recently, for the second time.

I miss childhood.

I have nowhere to get away and be myself.

Therefore, this blog is going to be my little corner of thoughts, purely to benefit my sanity and growth as a person. When I first began my job, I learned some of the procedures I would be required to apply within sales, communication, etc, and briefly turned into a workaholic, corporate/consumer-minded, petty, controlling douchebag. I’m starting to level out in this area, but I greatly miss the silly self I used to have. I’m on a quest to try to find it, and I have just about- showing that side again is the real battle now. Once I learned to be professional, well-versed, fabricated, and disdainful, it was hard to lose the routine.

I want to rediscover what I really love:
Outdoor adventures

Intellectual conversation

Cute animals

Beer

Beautiful people

Open-mindedness

Not-giving-a-fuck

Tomatoes

Drawing

Writing

Late-night excursions

Excitement