Our Sex –by Becky WTGH *sex here meaning physical touching not bio sex. I’m talkin’ about fucking, duh* Our sex is ours. We determine sex, With ourselves. They see sex, They sell sex, They buy sex. We are sex. My love for you is not usual– It is unusual. Love transcends sex But somehow The […]
Reflections on sex I love your body, I think about you, carnally. Oftentimes I think of things That make my brain feel bad. I would be concerned, I’m sure it’s Not as bad as I think. I’m sure others are much more perverse I’m certain I’m a catch, a steal Not some jackass perv, raw […]
Little Angry Bulldyke –by Becky WTGH Lmao that’s me I guess She saw me today, she ducked! Ducked!! What was I doing? Was I flying in the air, at her? Was I hurling some bulldyke shit ? What was I throwing? Nothing was thrown. Holy shit lady, Get off your fucking throne I’m […]
I hate that even if I could Read your mind We exist at the same time. I could try To focus Listen, lean in Find the subject Follow the fugue But no matter how hard I strain Our thoughts coexist I could never hear your thoughts Over my own anxious bullshit.
Right and wrong good and bad perfect and imperfect more and less less is more self-correct but take direction I’m sick of listening to your nit-picked manipulations I’ve been corrected my whole life for everything I do What I eat, what I say how I feel, how I move. Unfortunately for both of us […]