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Friday, November 12, 2010

This is my first poem
Well, the first one
I’ll ever be proud of
It is about not feeling
Anxious.
After one lovely evening
Spent with one lovely person

We didn’t fuck
Or even kiss
But we will
Maybe tomorrow



Consent is not merely a signal or an offer:
It is not simply “yes, you may…”
Consent is a capacity

I’d like to be your friend,
In whatever capacity is consensual

Let’s talk about fucking:
How you like it; how I like it
Cause I’d really...
(Really)
Love to fuck you






By music was my first gay lover

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