Blog, page 2

This blog is a dumping ground for all my thoughts. It mostly seems to be about my personal life. In such posts, I stay as close to the truth as possiblei, but things like names or locations have been made fuzzy to protect the anonymity of other people involved.

Framing Art

2018-10-24 21:16:22 +0000

CW: Discussions of pedophilia, beastiality, and rape.

queer-athens

I just got back from the Berlin Porn Film Festival where I and a date went to the screening called The real Athens queer DIY. I haven’t been to a porn screening where I was worried about seeing pedophilia or beastiality before, but I guess there’s a first for everything.


Untitled 9

2018-10-22 22:32:11 +0000

today
i asked myself
what i would do
tomorrow

if the whole world
broke down
collapsed and fell
apart

the order we
knew
familiar yet
perverse

if it was
gone
replaced by something
new

if those i
loved
were about it lose
everything

what would i
do
what would i
lose

i know my
answer
but i am
one

if that tomorrow
arrives
will you be
there

will you stand with
us
as we stand
together


Untitled 8

2018-10-21 22:49:12 +0000

i wish we
lived in a
world of
heroes

instead we live
surrounded by
those just like
us

where there is
no one to
save us from
ourselves

but ourselves


Untitled 7

2018-10-11 08:28:27 +0000

my skin was was warm
(was i radiating or you)

my thoughts were lazy
(not a care in the world)

your company was welcome
(a refreshing but familiar face)

your touch was pleasant
(but distant and receding)

it was becoming a dream
(and i was moved along)

it could have been love

but

it was just the opium
you slipped me
so you could fuck me


Untitled 6

2018-10-10 21:45:38 +0000

i could have been anyone
we all could have

there’s so many people
we could have been

a healer, an artist, a creator
who did you dream to be?

instead we are brigands
digging into the hills

there were whole lives
we could have lived

were this portent
not draped over our lives

i dream of the story
i could have written

and i dream still
of a life of reprieve


Untitled 5

2018-10-10 21:16:04 +0000

i wanted to
love the grit
under her fingernails

to love the
cracks and callouses
of her skin

to find beauty
in her eyes
and her tears

but we were both
too tired and
too worn


Untitled 4

2018-10-10 21:09:16 +0000

i wanted
to etch
my name
on all
four walls

to leave
a trace
for those
who come
after me

but there will be no one


Untitled 3

2018-10-10 20:19:57 +0000

this is that interlude
where
every character holds their
breath

except not a
soul
has been reading
the script

you out there, the
audience
aren’t even watching
either


Shutters

2018-10-08 21:51:36 +0000

We didn’t know it would be the last time we’d close the shutters.

Sure, logically we knew there’d be a day where the storms that ravaged the planet would have finally crossed some horrible threshold, bringing us to a state of permanent disquiet. But after every period of thunderous darkness, there was always the new dawn where we’d open them again and say “that wasn’t so bad.”


Untitled 2

2018-10-07 23:09:04 +0000

what does one do
when they see
a bleak future

does naming
the oncoming darkness
only make it more likely?

do the words
“i fear you”
give it strength?

or rather they whisper
their predictions
to help avert it

from a murmur rising
to bedlam we shout
“not this way”