Fog hugs The Farm tight, making it hard to see the mountains. It’s cold, but not COLD, and I think my sinuses might explode from the congestion of the damp air and who knows what else. It’s quiet, I’m 3000 miles from where I grew up, nearly everyone I’m tight with here is from here [...]
Blasphemies of the Flesh
I have blasphemed against my flesh. I have denied its power. I have sullied it by allowing it to be labelled by standards not my own. I have, in the past, fucked and been fucked by cis people for pleasure. Inevitably, this has always led them to compare my flesh to cis flesh, and to [...]
