Humanity: Raw & Unfiltered
Last life I danced on empty pages waiting for love a solo ballet an unfinished symphony tormented by silence sadness madness I ripped queer stars from the red moon sky they bled black there is no ending no last call no exit I waited waded created I danced the art Read more
“…..Twenty-five miles from home, girl…..my feet are hurtin’ mighty bad…” Maryanne’s ample buttocks shake and bobble. Her dark black satin skin glistens with sweat, and her teeth flash extra white against it. Her smile is infectious and spontaneous. She is immersed in the music. I am captivated. She dances with Read more
Independent investigation found the punk rock Buddhist likely broke rules against “creating harm through sexuality.” As a result of allegations of sexual misconduct against Buddhist leader Noah Levine, he is no longer affiliated with two nonprofit organizations he founded. But last week, Levine announced he will continue to lead and Read more
Some fellas love a gal a good old fashioned gal a pitter patter nice to meet you pin up doll pin down plastic eyed baby bitch ass wipe butt kiss mother in law type of shoe lick. You like em like that Ted you like em to be good to Read more
Sometimes he sang— head thrown back, the pearl of his throat offered up to his sometimes queen, passion spilling from his mouth like blood. Sometimes she laughed— with her eyes as well as her mouth, amused by how he dove headfirst into the music, into the wine, into her with Read more
A fairytale this thing called home: a shrine they keep that you’ve outgrown. They lure you back, a feast, homemade, with sugar cookies, wine, board games replayed to your childhood soundtrack. You learn it from the TV shows. Details, menus unique; the love’s transposed. Boyfriends all have it, normalcy; you Read more
She does not notice him watching her with her friends. At late o’clock he swoops, grinning, then kissing her intently lotharioesque, appearing from the peripheral shadows of the bar. She’s kissing back like the vodka tells her to, as if she desires him, a “Rookie cop” he tells her, “From Read more
She had a propensity for talking about her exes. At first, I was eager to listen, not because I cared who they were, but because she was confiding in me and I was glad to be trusted, as a lover in arms, the sensitive and understanding 21st Century man. But, Read more