He wonders if his life has been a lie. Was he ever really a selenophile? Were the yearly parades a waste of time? The protests. The fights for equality.
(fiction)
Tag: body
To be seen was to be ashamed and to admit to experiencing pleasure was to be disgusting.
(nonfiction)
“One of the biggest things that I think about when I’m writing is trusting the reader,” Giada Scodellaro tells interviewer Erik Noonan.
You tell me to keep my ass out of the road, and to stay the hell away / from the poison ivy and Virginia creeper because my skin reacts to / everything.
She only recognizes the girl in her photographs. // The boy I am recognizes her in photographs.
the cup’s round mouth // gives a satisfying quiver / between the teeth
I can finally legitimately stroll into a Victoria’s Secret looking for a bra-and-panty set for myself and not pretend to be doing Christmas or birthday shopping for my wife.
(fiction)
Everything / about bleeding and nothing about how to get this stain out.
(poetry)
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