“I wanna be the very best…”
If you want to help women, don’t patronize them and then pat yourself on the back for it. Male-centric feminism is just patriarchy calling themselves good men for not hating women.
IN ANOTHER LIFE we get a big airport scene. I’m fresh off a five-hour flight. You pick me up at the arrivals area. You wear that red, plaid scarf. It feels right, being in your passenger seat.
I have this dream where I don’t have to keep coming out over and over. Where people don’t think my sexuality is a phase unless I can produce a girlfriend on command. Where people stop asking me who fucks better: men or women.
What if it is just a phase? What if I change my mind? What if my mother’s right?
When I can’t sleep at night, I dream up conversations with you. I never call. I never push. I try not to whine. I just write it all down.
“Come eat a bowl of oranges off of me”.