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.
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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.
Powerful.
Thank you. It’s a big thing to write about.
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.
Glad to hear it. I think I’m also consistently amazed by just how alike we all are, as human beings.
Thanks for reading, and for the comment.
That’s the truth. For as much as many people liked to divide us into their ‘neat’ little boxes, we certainly aren’t unique as a whole.