I Need Feminism Because Peeping Tom

The peeping tom has taken up running or biking whatever it is that requires two-piece spandex body suits and frequenting my coffee shop since I moved. — when I feel his eyes on me staring as I sit at my table, or staring as I enter from a walk; I would rather take an orangepeeler…

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Somber Sobriety

My brain wakes up and cries for the death of its living baby. so used to hurling ourselves [booze] down the hatch, the still afterwake unscathed is surreal; like crying when happy, our system malfunctions.

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Wicked

Je veux envelopper mes bras autour de vous, mais vous ne me le permettez pas. Quel monde quel monde quel monde Me fondre.

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Spinster

short-shorted piggy-bunned riding that baby blue bike through the grass fronts of small business and edges of town on a monday day. — no one knows you’re 27. pedophiles eye you, suspiciously, that you know how traffic functions.

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Addiction: Middle Management of Capitalism

exertion charred lungs feel good after branding, though spin class is actual hell. endorphins, you are not booze or coffee, but you are okay [for now] — suddenly there is so much more to do. Not addiction constrained to certain locations everywhere is a place to be; my body, unhooked from IV free to explore.…

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“oh, They Must Be Masturbating”

My actual thought if I see someone is: -sitting alone with sunglasses on in a parked car at any park, -sitting alone in a hotel hottub, -me, -peewee herman. — i just left a sweat mark on a brick wall, a brick mark on a sweat back, and not even from anything fun.

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We lost but They Won

I met this Lesbian couple at sex trivia. they got fat, happy, and a year married both changing their last name to Violet; pledging  to be different together.

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settling in white america

All across White Middle america There are the fathers There they are tucked away In their garages Hiding in their Spaces Lined with plywood Hiding in their Spaces Armed with power tools What can I build? to keep occupied Keep from thinking? Keep from Reflecting? on the Current boredom my life They sulk in their…

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tightly woven

he’s got these women he weaves in and out like shift work. never touching, always brushing forces Uncommunicably; filling the gaps his miserable lonliness awake he can’t bare to face. son of god, trapped on that fabricated temple of entertainment, never wanting to be bothered on your time. says it’s easier to fall asleep with…

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straight man uncomfortable with my bisexuality being mine.

Male friend cracks a joke about “[that thing]… being the tits” I agree “Yes, the scenery of this game IS beautiful, like some tits.” He uncomfortably chuckles, Like, It wasn’t for him? Like, he didn’t know? My sexuality isn’t just for him? Like? All women’s sexuality isn’t for men? Like – Like-ing women isn’t just…

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