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I loved you,
I know I did,
But why did my face turn blue,
When you told me that you only fucked boys with no self esteem… 96 more words

Looking at you,
I never felt blue,
Knowing I was with you

You made me feel,
Real,
Alive,
Sex with you had it’s appeal

The way you touched me, 57 more words

I was going away for a couple days. A coastal town. It would be a rare couple nights away from home with no demands being made of me. 979 more words

Times Square Red, Times Square Blue
Samuel Delany

Delany’s memoir/ examination of 1970s era Times Square through the lens of late 1990s Times Square gentrification. This is a memoir of a young man exploring his sexuality in the in the porn theaters and sex shops of Times Square. 227 more words

There are days when it seems the world wants to touch me, to open me, to fill me up with beauty.

The full moon last night must have worked her power over me, for I wake with my hand between my legs, cupping my mound, the warmth of fingers and skin intermingled. 946 more words