what’s a morning?
oh god this blog is becoming such a den of anger
woof. things have got me down. been sitting in hate. mostly hate of hate. but still hate. need to process, but can’t because there’s no vocabulary built in for processing things like reactionary hate, things like powerlessness, big swarming things that weigh you down and fill your mouth with flies. nobody hates like america hates, i think. it’s so predictable, but it always...
Gunman shoots 32-year-old Mark Carson dead in... →
A homophobic gunman shot and killed a 32-year-old man at point-blank range after he unleashed a series of anti-gay slurs at the victim on a Greenwich Village street, cops said Saturday. . ISN’T IT JUST THE COOLEST THING THAT THIS KID HAD A .38 CALIBER REVOLVER IN HIS POCKET WALKING AROUND FOUR BLOCKS FROM WHERE I LIVE SHOOTING SOMEONE TO DEATH AT THE EXACT TIME AS I WAS WALKING HOME FROM...
If someone can tell me why The Great Gatsby is a singularly great story in a...
Hate lives in me like a knife plunged into a stomach.
where are all my intensive porpoises at? this is for you.–
lovelily is an adverb. i’ll never forget the moment i learned that & i’ll never tire of finding occurences onto which to apply it.
8 Ideas For Valentines, two and half months too...
This Valentine’s, give him a basket of hand-picked lemons and a card that says “Everyone dies alone when you really think about it.” This Valentine’s, tattoo the first half of his name on your chest and tell him you’ll finish it when he sacs up. This Valentine’s, give him a card that swears you finally deleted your Grindr account. This Valentine’s, show...
an exceptional amount of blogs i like have been...
… and they always run something like this: dearest readers. I’m like dreadfully sorry i haven’t been blogging these passed few whatevers. I’ve been busy being alive and doing things with or for living people that i can touch and smell. … STOP THAT SHIT RIGHT NOW. blogs are amazing for one reason and one alone: THEY ARE NOT REAL. BLOG CONTENT IS THE FLOTSAM WE...
when I asked him why, during the hardest times in my life, there was only one set of footprints in the sand; he replied: …you’re… you’re so heavy…
…foreign exchange students.
…people who share thought catalog articles.
…people who quote rumi.
i can’t with this screaming child behind me at this cafe right now i. just. can’t.
Food fraud in America: What are you really eating? →
In January, National Public Radio told a story about a multi-state pork processing company selling pig rectum – referred to, by the industry, as “bung” – as imitation calamari. …I just feel like this article is really prejudiced against deep fried pig anus tho
every time a former professor / mentor writes me back i start shrieking and crying and that’s totally normal right?
love the way language translates from kulchur to kulchur it’s the little things in lyf. marc4marc: In English we say “I love you” but in gay we say “masc 4 masc” which actually translates to “I am incapable of love” and I just think that’s so neat
i really wish truth and happiness would get over their bullshit. it’s...
When people ask me about my love life
You misunderstand me. It’s not that I don’t care about Earth Day,...
Dear Coquette: On simple math →
dearcoquette: I just saw this pop up on facebook and I’m curious about what you’d say to this: “In all of my research on the subject of gay marriage here are the indisputable facts. All but 1 of the major religions around the globe do not condone homosexual marriage and all but 2 find it insulting. As of…
What I Learned From Gay Sex: Misogyny And... →
Peter is a gay man I slept with once. When he did come home with me and we were naked in my bed, he kissed my neck, and I moaned, high-pitched and breathy. He stopped, looked me in the eye and said, “Don’t do that. It’s faggy.” Literally SPEWING PRIDE for my Darlingest Friend Simon for his wonderfully astute, personal, and succinct expose on femme-phobia in the queer...
hatred is everywhere.at least half the world chooses to despise me for who they perceive me to be. people who are perceived the way i am perceived are killed, tortured, brutalized, and pushed to depression and self-harm every minute of every day. to let this knowledge eat me up to the point of despair is a crime. to let this knowledge go unacknowledged is a crime. to forget this, even for a...
ITS NOT THAT MY STANDARDS ARE TOO HIGH, OKAY? THEY’RE JUST - IT’S JUST - OKAY -...
Memories ache in me like a ship pulls at its anchor, like a staircase sags, like honey pours slow in the winter.
When people start fighting in front of me
scumblebee: i identify as a boy/girl party and my preferred pronouns are spin & the bottle
wait hold on i can’t remember whether or not i give a shit about...
I don’t fully understand the purpose of almost anything I come across on a daily basis.