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3.27.18 03 Detoxed —

I’m glad we fucked before we got drinks. I am always tense around him before sex. I keep wondering if it will happen, worrying about how I look, what I say. Am I witty enough? Fun enough? Worthy of his cock inside me? All of this is silly shit, yet I can’t help the thoughts […]

3.27.18 02 Dick Drunk —

The thoughts that run through my brain after I spend time with Gent vacillate so highly as to be comical. I am not proud of the words I wrote post seeing him last Sunday afternoon, but that’s where my brain was: dick drunk on him. Therefore I present this blog now eight days later with […]

3.27.18 01 Unfinished —

I wrote this rough draft back in January shortly after returning from winter break. I never finished it, but want to post it anyway for completeness sake. Also this series of three posts will be my last ones about Gent for a very long time, so I want to capture as many of those memories […]

The First Time —

The first time we fucked was on the night after I got back into town. An opportune text message, and myself coincidentally nearby, had me turning my car around and heading his way. I didn’t go to his place with the intention of having sex. Upon my arrival, he offered me a drink. I had […]

10.9.17 What I Want —

It wasn’t a date, though by most evaluative measures anyone else would have categorized it as such. He paid for everything: the drinks as we waited for our seats, the bowls of steaming ramen in the baking hot restaurant, and the drinks after our meal because I guess he wanted to talk to me for […]

Cute —

I am sick and tired of one word I hear all the time: cute. People often use that word to describe me. People, during first introductions, will use it. People who have never known each other will utter the exact same sentence to compliment my looks. “You are cute.” I get it. I totally get […]

Three to the Third —

I may never forget his birthday. I love numbers, always have, and as soon as he told me his birthday, I smiled and said, “Oh, cool; three to the third.” He smiled at the nerdy way my brain had branded the date into my memory. Now, having not seen or spoken to him in months, […]

Ache —

As I walked down a less than crowded DC street, I felt sad. As I strolled, with plenty of time to reach my destination, I pondered my feelings, the subtle ache in my heart. I wondered, Why am I feeling this way?As per Doc’s request, I have been more tuned into my emotions in the […]

Good Session —

“I don’t want you to take this the wrong way, but you really are clever. You do these really good things, but then you always find a way to put yourself down… How about you instead use your cleverness to find humor in how your brain twists the good you’ve done.” – DocThis past Tuesday […]

Broken —

I feel broken. Chewed up and spit out. Chewed up and shat out. It’s 2:17am when I started typing, technically my birthday. Not the best way to start. “No, my brains and my bones don’t want to take this anymore…/So, why you being a dickhead for?/Stop being a dickhead./Why you being a dickhead for?/You just […]