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What Hateful Sermons Taught Me About Love

You will learn that love is not about whips and if you believe in a God, you will come to realize that your belief comes from love and all that comes from love will come back to you in the shape of love. Continue reading

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My Non-Verbal learning Disability Wouldn’t Let me Say No

My essay about consent, disability and my orientation, went live on The Establishment this week! This piece discusses the way my Selective Mutism and Non-Verbal Learning Disability intersect and there is discussion of assault. https://theestablishment.co/my-non-verbal-learning-disability-wouldnt-let-me-say-no-663b999c2049#.7f90ueyub  

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Longer Around

I’m rounded and warm on the table
a solid bowl for you
in the wake of your flesh leak, I think mostly of your eyes
the outline of the space between your give and my bite
or the shadow that follows the shape of you, when you’re facing me
now I am out and over, with a spoon
ready to be slapped or served to you Continue reading

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Mirror Limit

Now it’s nearly Valentine’s Day
and I am painted red with your hands
and your splitting chest
soon you will be sliced open and closed back up Continue reading

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Dear you (who I haven’t met yet)

I know we may come from different places
but you’ll always be honest with me
Put your all out on the table and
fuck me with your vulnerability Continue reading

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The Width of Becoming (Learning How to Love The Shape of My Face)

I’ve been told so many lies about the cut of my face, I’ve tried to cut it clean off. I’ve tried to shape it into something else. I think the thing about masculinity in women, is that it’s wildly beautiful. I think it’s breath-taking and I’ve gasped at the scent of it. But when you are named that way, without identifying that way, it is cold and sharp. It hurts your face and stabs your good side. I think that I am old enough and wise enough now, to know the shape of my own face. I think I know how to trace my own heart. And I think the outline is beautiful. Continue reading

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Cracked

I was sure your taste on my gums had evaporated but I found you awake in my hands sliding down my wrists like a messy egg yolk stopping first between my palms then between my thighs so I tried to … Continue reading

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