Duck breast, moscatel (?) or sherry
Pears
Green beans
Potatoes.
Just another night, a long night,
just right.
Clouds and mountains move across the sky.
Papaya, kiwi, apples
In a bowl and another salad
on the side.
Category: love
Where are my friends?
Where have they all gone? Where have they all gone to? Where are all the muff divers Beaver bumpers Slit lickers Mound humpers Where are all the lesbians? Where is their throaty laughter? Where are all their chuckles? The swagger and bright hellos Grins and kind eyes Quick jokes and helpful hands Where are all the lesbians? Where have my friends gone? Where have they run off…
Sweet
Muffin and cake and cake and muffin and muffin and cake and cake and muffin and pie. And pie.
Thoughts on #Love
15/06/16. I’ve been in mourning since Sunday afternoon, when I read about the Orlando massacre.
And it’s been strange to be in mourning just one week after being part of a beautiful, joyful celebration of love and queerness. A gay commitment ceremony in rural Serbia, in a tiny village that all the world’s statistics and stereotypes would say is a place of closed-mindedness, conservativism and homophobia. Our neighbors are farmers and domestic workers, truck drivers and school teachers, artists and students.
hiccup
grey days are preferable and enjoyable, undeniably so. quiet cedar- scented afternoons lull with false promise and void of you. all screens flicker with world’s end – hot pop pink, stop! shop don’t drop ought to be their motto. you, on the other hand, are perfection in a body sloping simply toward mine fine smooth mauve pebbles like river…
ocean
you are my ocean light sky fly mine a breeze raises your heart to meet me complete free i know i can simply be embrace heat face touching cheeks small hairs brushing happily dancing dimensions pretensions flow in waves without matter no matter the deep heap filling spilling over awash in me hold take hold our…
First times
Uncertain breath flows and catches and carries me And keeps me from falling fast Keeping fast not like in the past Hesitation is a tower and as strong As a heart that pounds running long distance growing behind me, dipping Slipping under swiftly moving hands Meeting in the grass under sunlight And I said we…
Sidenotes 