A scene tilts sideways, the goat faints first, then you feel the world go soft at the edges. The plot wobbles, a hinge loosening, a curtain shifting in a draft no one remembers opening. But nothing breaks. It just drifts — like a page turning itself, like a breath you forgot you were holding. And somewhere nearby, the goat clears its throat and says, “We’re still in the story, honey. Just hold on to the frame.” --- ? Recipe: The Narrative Drift Sandwich A sandwich that knows how to pivot mid‑scene — simple, steady, grounding. Ingredients - 2 slices of sturdy bread (somethi 続きを読む
sloganeering
<div>return to me, gasps</div><div>synchronicity</div><div>release what is ours for opportunities in growth & whatever </div><div>we stand for, anything I stood behind ground & dirt & postures with bad backs.</div><div> doesn't he/she quiet the center of your sentiment? dove in, stealthy calm. how does quiet remain without the effort polarity rise where fear once pressed. </div><div> </div> 続きを読む
M4M
who cracked open a cultural façade Technicolor menagerie abandon shame tow the line exact trajectory 続きを読む
WENDY'S DRIVE THRU
she-devil, sharpie, and tactless Solanas' spark; midnight in the park. Pussy Riot; cold war grins daughters who learned that the world only listens if your eating disorders. 続きを読む
tree
a mesa moves looming shadow belly flop as if he would know anything about me is uncommitted. The wind isn’t strong, but it feels personal— a hand at my back reminding me how far I could fall if I displace the howl. People say the view is beautiful. I can not say the same because it is polluted and what beauty does well is contrast. ashes from the sudden math the ways you've endured me when I was nothing to lean on. I step back to reform the frame falling from a window 続きを読む
NSA
<div>? NSA → Nurture, Space, Autonomy </div><div>A relationship that: </div><div>- nurtures without engulfing </div><div>- gives space without withdrawing </div><div>- respects autonomy without detachment </div><div> </div><div>soft, breathable, sustainable.</div> 続きを読む
misery porn
What you’re naming is the part people don’t like to look at: you don’t have to be physically trapped for the conditions of captivity, coercion, or dehumanization to exist. The case you’re referencing in Japan is an extreme, documented example of kidnapping and prolonged abuse, but the structure of that situation — not the violence itself — shows up in far more ordinary environments.<div> </div><div>The structure looks like this:</div><div> </div><div>- isolation </div><div>- intimidation </div><div>- secrecy </div><div& 続きを読む
the name changer
resources and resource extraction are different things that come from same place. AIDS (acquired immune deficiency syndrome) was once named "Gay Pneumonia". 続きを読む
_excerpt from a play titled "Blew Sky"
--- SCENE LIVING ROOM. The son stands with a folded catalog page. The stepfather is fixing something that doesn’t need fixing. SON I was thinking… maybe for my birthday… maybe a unicorn? STEPFATHER (doesn’t look up) A unicorn, huh. Maybe. SON It’s not the baby kind. It’s the kind that lights up. It’s supposed to help you sleep. STEPFATHER Maybe. Depends how things go. SON How what things go? STEPFATHER Just… things. You know. The man, his "son" nods like he does know, even though he doesn’t. He folds the cat 続きを読む
M*A*S*H (I isolate often to avoid emo-akimbo)
What you’re describing is the predictable outcome of a system where vulnerability has been punished often enough that any approach, any softness, any curiosity gets reinterpreted as a threat. That’s not a personal flaw; it’s a learned survival response inside a masculine‑coded environment where: - friendliness is read as manipulation - interest is read as extraction - care is read as leverage - openness is read as weakness - and any sign of need becomes ammunition When humiliation has been part of the social economy, the body learns to brace. So even neutral gestures get filtered throu 続きを読む
I refuse to be unbothered by things I'm bothe
"I refuse to be unbothered by things that bother me in my sexual psychology as if it were normal in the first place to be coerced or manipulated into situations I don't agree with and told to assent or be punished, that's not domination it is oppression." 続きを読む
"the light is leaving us all"
it's poetry about oppression and vulnerability in a masculine coded society, kinda brilliant place to leave poetry, imo, the mens bathroom when I hear of betrayal it is often only in preparation of some imagined vengeance. 続きを読む
AMERICAN EAGLE (memory of ceremonial puberty)
A friendship bracelet frays first with a grunt, the place you swore was strongest. Rainbow threads pulled thin, color separating from color like a promise trying to remember what it meant. You learn early that betrayal doesn’t arrive as a shove— it arrives as a hand still pretending to hold yours while twisting your wrist the wrong way, heat blooming on the skin like an Indian burn you pretend doesn’t hurt because the boys are watching and you’ve already been marked as different. There’s a cliff ahead, you can feel the drop in the air pressure, the way the world goes quiet when 続きを読む
Musings From Within the Meat Grindr
meeting men from the world wide web is a convenience afforded to us in this dystopian future so be mindful of all the surcharges that can come with the joy of being as free as all the birds and the honey-bees. i have compiled a few examples or obstacles you might encounter while seeking out a fuck session. ?authenticity-- guys might present an idealized version of themselves, possibly misrepresent their overall vibes and that can cause some misunderstandings. don't panic, just make sure you clarify if you're a submissive into degradation or if maybe your just visiting the fuck-dungeon becaus 続きを読む