Questions I Have For Bicycles
How do you stay up? No, but, physics and, but, GRAVITY. HOW?
What are gears? Are they a real thing? Are they like when I felt sick when I was younger and my Mother would give me a chewable vitamin and tell me it was medicine and it would make me feel better? And so, if I am told that you have gears, and I’m all, ‘Gears, yes!’ it is understood that I can ride up ridiculous hills, and it will be like, what hill? Placebo gears, yes or no?
How do you stay so thin? I am doing all the goddamn work here.
Has everyone had a ride?
Why are you so noisy? Aren’t bicycles supposed to be silent? Isn’t this part of the myth? Electric cars, environment, noise pollution something something? I know I shouldn’t brake quite like that when coming ‘round a corner, and there are cars and children and kittens and whatnot and I probably should buy a light or a reflector or something but is it necessary to sound like Kate Bush?
That is not a seat (I know this isn’t a question but, come on).
Really, though, that is not a seat. Go to IKEA, do some research, get back to me.
“I want to ride my bicycle. I want to ride my biiiike.” Is this a metaphor?
If not, did you let him ride it where he liked? Within reason, obv.
UNDERWATER bicycles. Maybe, one day?
Cars: discuss. Or, see below.
‘Four wheels good, two wheels bad’. Thoughts?
Why are you so expensive? Are you not, essentially, bent playground equipment?
Why are you so cool? How do you get people to like you so much? Asking for a friend.
Do you like me?
Can I call you Bike?
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Even as I write this now I am debating whether or not to erase it all together.
When I say I’m in love with you, I mean I love the story I can tell to my next lover, about my ex-lover, about how beautiful things were, how intense, how storybook, what a couple we were, and how you gradually, inexplicably, painfully, bit by bit, disappeared.
“I used to be afraid of failing at something that really mattered to me, but now I’m more afraid of succeeding at things that don’t matter.”
I was 24 and, while not gay, ever since college I had been getting more attention from gay men than from heterosexual women.