Memories, 2014

Earlier today, I spent a good 10-15 minutes chewing out this girl I like, venting every bit of contempt I could muster upon her. I started picking at her most personal scars, mocking her life choices, and belittling her pain. It was entirely extemporaneous, so it was a bit scattered, but I worked hard to express to her —in excruciating detail— how little respect I had for her as a human being, and how stupid I felt for wasting the time to tell her any of this.… Read the rest “Memories, 2014”

—CONTENT WARNING—

According to the panel of feminists I saw on Rachel Maddow, men are seldom held accountable for sexual assault in this country. I’m told the system’s legal limitations and institutional biases inhibit the reporting of offenses and the prosecution of offenders, which in turn reinforces a de facto culture of willful blindness to and disinterest in the plight of victims.… Read the rest “”

Where do you go when I fuck you?

Sometimes I want to follow you there and take it from you, colonize it as I have every other aspect of your existence. You should know that you don’t deserve a refuge I cannot despoil, a private hell I cannot infest; the arid steppes of your imagination are mine, by the right of the conqueror over the conquered.… Read the rest “”

The Fixer

The Fixer

You can keep screaming, but they’re not turning the car around. Mommy and Daddy don’t want you anymore, not as you are. They don’t want to see your face again until you’ve been fixed.

It’s a shame, of course… you and I both know there’s nothing wrong with being a lesbian, and it’s insane that they hate that part of you with such fervor.… Read the rest “The Fixer”