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Don’t Talk

I don’t talk about it; I like to talk about it, I’d like to talk about it, but I don’t talk about it. I don’t talk about it because of the look on everyone’s face. The look that means disappointment. … Continue reading

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April First

Fools day comes and goes every year, a cycle rounding, one spoke speaking twirling turning round and around and the wheels go, and the world goes, and we go, and we mark the season, the year, the year’s end and … Continue reading

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Who Needs To Be Revived

It is spring that revives, even as the world begins to claw its way out from under the suffocating blanket of so many things better left unsaid why in fact don’t we all just stay in the cold in the … Continue reading

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End In Sight

There are times when I wake that an afternoon light has tempted my eyelids, made me believe sunlight, golden and streaming, was pouring in to cover my face, illuminate me in honey. I wake expecting radiance. I wake, expecting a … Continue reading

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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 … Continue reading

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