May 2012
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Gerber Daisies
I’ve had a pussy for about three years now. It just sort of magically appeared one day. I love my pussy. Sometimes I just sit in my sunlit bedroom in the middle of the afternoon with my legs spread holding a hand-held baby blue mirror, in a sort of upside down arachnid-pretzel position, staring at my freshly shaved pretty pussy. I stroke it, pet it, finger it, and take high resolution abstract...
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When It Falls Apart.
There is this illusion that everything is linear. That things work in order. That the love of our life is waiting with baited breath just 346 feet away, and all you have to do is download the right app, log-in at the right time - in the right neighborhood; post a cute picture, and say “hello!” And like magic; or fate; or the theory of compounded temporal physics, someday it will all come together...
April 2012
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“Bullshit the wheel works fine; reinvent that Motherfucker! What it there is...”
– Saucier
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You, Me, Him, and That Thing We Call God.
This is an edit of an earlier piece I posted called “A Queer Boy Prayer.” I was working on the piece in a workshop, and this is a more linear and concise version of the original. I’m not quite sure which I like the most, but I will probably try to get an extended version (with the edited imagery put back in) of this narrative structure published. Wish me luck!
Book One: Verse...
March 2012
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“Life is often gruesome and grotesque; but any artist knows that there can be...”
– Saucier
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Today I will be patient with myself. I always forget that I am only 35. Yes, ONLY 35! Life exstends beyond my imagination, perhaps boyond this life, perhaps beyond this thing we call a universe, and yet… I want to be Brilliant. I want to be Beautiful. I want to be Kind, and Loving, and constantly connected to God. I want to be this perfectly working precious human being; and I want it now....
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Deciphering the Text: An Unpractical Guide to...
The Bible is a book written by God in the voice of a man - about God’s relationship to man (who is made in the image of God). In that book there are stories - many stories; some that are cumulative and some that are singular, but all meant to express the many facets and faces of God - which are written by many different “Authors” who are as conflicting and as complex as the manifestations of God...
February 2012
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It's Lent!
Good Morning Beautiful World! Today is the first day of lent: A period of sacrifice and penance; a spiritual principle that refines the soul and focuses human consciousness to realign with the more austere and disciplined aspects of God. It is an opportunity to show respect, obedience. and personal strength. So, along with Prayer and a seeking to ground my spirit in more practical virtues, I will...
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“The question you have to answer is whether you would rather be around good...”
– Saucier
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Bad Blood and Chicken Quesadillas
“And there came the sounding of a loud horn, and the belly of the earth opened up and gave birth to the whore of Babylon: She was beautiful and naked and writhing on a beast with two backs; and she screamed “Worship Me!” and they came and followed and she devoured all who crossed her path.”
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“This is the best chicken quesadilla in town!” He chimed.
And the razor tipped spines that lined her...
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January 2012
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HIV Superstar!!
I was on a billboard. I was on a billboard for AHF as one of the new faces of HIV. Smiling and Healthy and Muscular, I was part of their campaign designed to reach out to the increasingly relevant African American demographic. On buses, billboards, and magazines all over the city next to big red block letters that read “AIDS Healthcare Foundation”, there was my face staring me down with Xerox...
What happens if you fall in love with a writer?
Lots of things might happen. That’s the thing about writers. They’re unpredictable. They might bring you eggs in bed for breakfast, or they might all but ignore you for days. They might bring you eggs in bed at three in the morning. Or they might wake you up for sex at three in the morning. Or make love at four in the afternoon. They might not sleep at all. Or they might sleep right through the...
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“Somedays it sucks being me; this is one of those days. Focus Becky; don’t...”
– Becky: ‘Glee’
December 2011
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WatchOkay, so I never post porn, but this is just ADORABLE!! Sometimes you just have to prove it!
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The Magic
Behind his back they use to say that he was magic; that his mother and father made a deal with one of the lower demons to have a child - A beautiful child; A blond haired blue eyed child - A boy – A beautiful boy: A boy with broad shoulders, a brilliant smile, a noble spirit, and the steel tongued charisma of his mother - A boy that women would want and that men would envy. And he was that;...
November 2011
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The Dating Profile Of A Mad Man
So this is the story. I’m single at 35. I’m Gay, Christian, Kinky, Monogmouse Minded and a Bottom. I’m Black. I have a Genius I.Q. and an awful work ethic. I’m HIV positive and I use to be a meth addict. You can usually find all of this out after one conversation with me. I’m not very good with secrets or privacy; in fact honesty pours from lips like vomit from a drunk girl at a frat party. Some...
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“I want a soul mate who can sit me down, shut me up, tell me ten things I don’t...”
– Henry Rollins
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A Queer Boy Prayer
There is a red cloth covered noted book with little yellow circular flowers that I keep in the back of my closet. I got it in the 7th grade from Ms. Merrick: the lesbian PE Teacher who doubled as the school’s redheaded butch dike creative writing teacher. This was my very first journal, and in it I wrote my coming out story
Book one: Verse One:
“I think I like those more than those… I’m not yet...
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“Consider this a little life lesson: Some Boring girls will come into your life...”
– The Guild
October 2011
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Tranny Chaser
RuPaul has a song that goes: “It’s some Tranny-chasers up in here; welcome to my stratosphere – Fierce! Fierce! Fierce! Make a move! What you gonna do? I ain’t got not time for no looky-loos, boo!” (Done, of course, in her best black ghetto drag voice). When I first heard it I thought: “Finally a song that speaks to the intimate innermost reaches of my soul!” This is what my broken heart has been...
winnipegwesternwanderer asked: I was gone, but now I am back. I had to find you because your words are beautiful, haunting, honest, and cause me such emotional overload I couldn't go on without them. Thank you for still being here and sharing your magic of the written word with the tumblr world.
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Dying In The Dunes.
It should make my stomach turn, but it doesn’t. It makes me want to touch it. Examine it. Smell it. Pick it up: Slick and wet- elastic; play with its mercurial texture.
Feces; Mucosae; and Blood.
I want to bring it to my face… and taste it.
Salty.
Sweet.
Disgusting and delicious like a foreign delicacy: Rotten, rancid, and warm.
This is what abomination looks like…
I have a thing for discarded...
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“There isn’t a closed door in the world that Beauty can’t open.”
– American Horror Story
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September 2011
7 posts
“He who seeks beauty will find it.”
– Bill Cunningham
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Introducing: "The Coreys"
I don’t belong here.
I’m pretty sure I don’t belong here.
I think that maybe I don’t belong here.
The music is loud, the men are sexy, no one is making eye contact, I’m on my seventh Malibu and cranberry, and I’m just starting to get grabby.
I don’t belong here.
Sunday is my day of reflection and renewal: When the Universe holds my hand, tells me I’m pretty, and kisses me softly on the cheek. ...
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And The Award Goes To...
“You are probably one of the most critical people I have ever met.” He said and then smiled… but there was anger behind it: A quiet aggression that let me know that he meant it.
We had stopped kidding a while ago.
“Really?” I said.
“Yes, really.” He said.
There isn’t much to say after that. So we stopped talking and began playing video games… Boys do that sometimes: we let heavy emotions sink...
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Dangerous Deity
At twenty-three I was the son of Aphrodite. Men called me Eros and worshiped at my feet. On every third night when the moon was full and sufficient sacrifices burned on the altar (like holy incense on a decaying pyre) crystalline wings would sprout from my back: transparent and sparkling like a field of glass roses blossoming in the early spring. It was a divine sight to behold: Skin glowing honey...
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“I have come to believe over and over again that what is most important to me...”
– – Audre Lorde
August 2011
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God: In Three Parts (an excerpt)
It began with him on his knees… eyes closed, mouth open, and a heart waiting to be filled. This is the position of prayers, the position of sex; and Corey’s first introduction to God. He was three.
Tracy was my favorite cousin. She was blond haired, blue eyed, and black: with skin the color of salted butter… it’s the color that white women risk cancer for… in the south...
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Retreat Review
Last week I was at the 2011 Lambda Literary Retreat with 42 other brilliant and creative queers from all over the country who the powers that be had decided where the best new emerging literary voices of the gay community… And just as I thought, they kicked my ASS!!! And it was Awesome!! There were daily intense lectures on the basics of structure, rhythm, exposition, conflict, narrative...
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“Someday this will all make sense, and you will weep at the wonder of it all.”
– Saucier
“I find your lack of faith disturbing.”
– Darth Vader (via ronarzadon)