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Gender & Sexualityexpand_moreI’m not the girl for anyone. I can’t just go be a wife.
Eliza Frye
What’s wrong with easy? I mean, who wants sex to be hard work?
We were aiming for a complete transformation of society.
I could feel the floor’s slight pitch. We were in for a long, long voyage.
He begins to realize that the impossible event may well be about to occur.
Each year we fail to imagine how the days will blanch, the air will harden.
Let the squeamish suffer their fear, let them live without really living.
She’s a blushing peach waiting to be plucked by practiced hands.
On Saturdays I listen to folk music, lead a life devoted to exodus.
What if Eve was an Indian & Adam was never kneaded from the earth.
I am a pornography of small promises, the chugging gin of the universe.
I roll lactic bubbles under my face with rose quartz, fuck a pillow in sleep.
May your wife remove her shirt and have an affair with a tornado.
Her body is no longer the source of pleasure but constant pain.
Let those shadows sift the spirits of their children from the silt.
He ached to move into and out of her body and make her feel him fiercely.
He drew on time, and space, he drew on his powers, and their sleep.
No one in Lagos slouches. Bravado pulsates through the room.
Napoleon, who can say you don’t deserve my allegiance?
“It’s so unfair being accused of doing something you didn’t do.”
She was so beautiful and sweet to us. I remember she laughed a lot.
The white geometry of caulk between bathroom tiles—I’m held in place.
“Leaving for war, Hayes wept. He didn’t just cry; he wept...”
Liz wore a brass wedding ring, and had no marriage certificate to show.
A suitcase of the body slapped with stickers of scars from every location.
“I love you” is always a quotation. You did not say it first.
let me fall through some small bore into your tiny breathing eden
A woman from the next table eyed him and he eyed her right back.
She confessed to Judd that she saw other men. She liked a good time.