Where the fuck was I at?
You don’t have to like this
So fuck you.
This may be the most perfect poem I ever read
That’s the way I stay alive.
as I live and learn,
Dig and be dug
In return. Langston Hughes (via observando)
There are no kinks, fetishes, perversions, or even dark fantasies that make me even remotely as uncomfortable as writing even one sentence about what it is like being both a sexual being and a fat man.
It is strange, I have never been able to show that stuff to anyone.