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Closure
It starts with a crash. You wonder what it could have been that made you jump. You look around the apartment; maybe your dog knocked something over. The dog is on the couch, looking confused. The crash must have woken him up. You check the kitchen in case one of the precariously balanced dirty dishes has slipped and fallen to its death on the linoleum
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Late Last Night
Late, late last night a boy shot off on my thigh. We were two gay brothas sandwiched in between the church on Park Avenue and The Blonde Iguana. I couldn’t see a thing, but I could make out his Billy-club of a cock beneath the purplish-white street lights. Reached into his boxers like a grab bag
Kat Likes Pretty Boys
“Kat likes… pretty boys,” Joseph Gordon-Levitt says to Heath Ledger. Joseph hesitates ever so slightly with his line. Heath looks unimpressed. “CUT!” I yell. “What’d I do?” Joseph asks. “Joseph, baby, it’s not you – it’s me. In fact,
All About Quim
So, I was thinking about vaginas. Actually, that’s not all that unusual. This time I was actually thinking about the word, vagina, as well as other euphemisms for it, most notably cunt. I was reading Amazon.com comments on Inga Muscio’s book and perusing a very in-depth article
I Want to be Reincarnated As Your Jeans
Torn and discolored. My arms will play as your pant leg. The very mouth I used to suck cock with will come as the copper zipper. My pubes are the very threads that make up the inseam that cuts between your inner thigh. I can feel the joy in being a favorite pair of your jeans. Especially in public bathrooms
Saxophone (With Sex Paramnesia)
“Solo saxophone weaves rain into night” - Bei Dao Listening to Gato Barbieri, while outside the night is as still as Old Chaos. There was a time, there was a woman, a bed where we coincided, once, once upon that disordered time. Now this music brings it back, sets it on my lap, where only
