Tag: lgbtq
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Knowing over Owning Shame
Mine is an invisible weight. A mess of a ball of stuff. It hangs in my body like a sogging rock, suspended in a cavity in my spirit. Shame feels like being pulled down and uncertain if I can get up. Shame has never lasted forever. When shame arrives, anger makes a good cover. Somehow…
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The Price of a Free Fuck
Response to the prompt: If the government and money did not exist, how would you have sex? I would lay under an oak tree. Naked, away from the roots protruding from the soil, still held in the shade. Dappled light spotting my brown body. Sprinkled by big black ants that drop from the trees. I…
The Garden Salon 