The Reason

I wanted a cock
between my legs
because
I wanted a cock
of my own.
That was the reason
for most of my twenties.
I’d have fucked
any number of men
to be my own man,
and I tried my hardest
to figure out
how to take from them
what I felt I needed
to be whole.

About Catastrophe Jones

Wretched word-goblin with enough interests that they're not particularly awesome at any of them. Terrible self-esteem and yet prone to hilarious bouts of hubris. Full of the worst flavors of self-awareness. Owns far too many craft supplies. Will sing to you at the slightest provocation.
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5 Responses to The Reason

  1. Adan Ramie says:

    It’s amazing how you can read something one day that totally hits the nail on the head for what you’ve been wondering about (even torturing yourself over) for years. I love this.

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