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at times willingly

11 Tuesday Aug 2015

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“Delight in the video” — I don’t play

too many lover’s games. All that vanity

turned sour some time ago. Yet I obey

simple commands, and at times willingly.

It’s what you do in public. Curious

that you’ll take it far enough to almost

get caught each time, almost. It’s that boldness

that no one else sees in you. Like a ghost

you mark where you’ve been with dripping,

sticky fingerprints — After the vodka

tonics you type, “Hit Play.” The video

starts. Where are you? Pay toilet? Sitting

down, you smile — staring into the camera.

“This is for you,” you say, “watch: nice and slow.”

— Babylon Crashing

butch cockscomb crawl

07 Friday Aug 2015

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Quick, drink up. It’s on me, despite all this.
— Try my red lips like a surgical scar

quickly opened — when you lean in to kiss
you’ll find that my teeth, immense and bizarre,

gleam. Try posing me in a slitted-skirt
with thighs crossed as two girls begin to brawl

over nothing at Juicy Lucy’s Yurt,
where it smells like yak milk, cum and Pinesol.

Mostly I don’t step in. It’s not science,
just cheap alcohol. Try a Butch Cockscomb

Crawl. But tonight’s different — for there are some
who find cold-blooded pleasure in violence.

After the fight I took the two girls home,
despite all this, we made it a threesome.

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quote unquote

03 Monday Aug 2015

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EDDIE:

Study? You don’t go to Marrakech to study, darling. 

PATSY:

No you don’t! 

EDDIE:

There are lots of reasons to go to Marrakech and studying is not one of them, sweetie. You go to Marrakech for I don’t know, drugs, dirt-cheap plates and rugs.

PATSY:

Yeah, easy-going sex with gorgeous, under-age youths…

EDDIE:

Yeaaah. And sex changes, Pats? Well, not now, anyway. Not now, anymore.

— Absolutely Fabulous, Morocco (1994)

deathblowjob

29 Wednesday Jul 2015

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I tell you, sex with a nightmare is odd
but fun. No, it wasn’t a monster squirrel

fetish; she was, in fact, a disease god.
— L.S.Diva aka Acid Girl

aka Small Disease God — I don’t know
exactly the disease she embodied,

a small one, I suppose. The term, “deathblow
job” was hers. Obedient bodies’ need

to feed did not excite her. “You’re immune
system’s failure is what I want,” she’d grunt,

her long forked tongue crazily twined with mine,
fingers touching the lump in my breast. “Soon,

soon.” I don’t mind being loved for my mutant
cells, who can say of cancer, “fuck benign.”