I want to do a quick shout out to Mermaid Tattoo Co-Op here in San Francisco. It's a feminist woman owned shop with amazing artist. If you need ink, pop on in! Sam McWilliams is the best!
These last weeks have been brutal for me. A friend of mine was harassed for being black. I'm a six foot three tall brown man. I'm afraid for my friends, I'm afraid that they'll be hurt for being seen with me. All i've wanted out of this like is love, peace, art and sex. If it were possible, I'd live in a trailer over looking...
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I'm holding her hands behind her back as she kisses my bare chest. I'm tying her hands and she makes this little sound, a gasp and groan, so I kiss her neck and squeals. It's a silly sound and I laugh and that's a silly sound because I snort and we laugh. I hold her by her hair, with her hands tied behind her back....
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Right now the sorrow won. A sucker punch of self doubt. I'm in bed, naked and aching from the needle sharp pains that seem to living in every joint. She's gone, up north, running away from her own demons, to towns and places where she can forget her face. How can I forget that face? Those witchy eyes and that cinnamon skin and the way...
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I saw the circus last night. Wild performers, on wires and lines, almost naked and crazy savage. I cheered and I laughed, and then... I cried. I suddenly knew what it was that I had wanted to do with my life. I want to be there on the stage, under the big top. I wanted to ride in vans and buses and laugh and love...
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Blue, black, bruise on skin, shapely scar, handsome mark, a touch of needle steel and and ink. Once upon a time, I was the tin man, I was the woodsman, who in grief cut off his hand. Unwhole, Unwholesome, dirty and impure, cut off an arm to spite my growth, cut off my leg to spite my tall. Undo this eye, so that I may...
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Creative in their cruelty but lazy in their ambitions, petty men turn to pity to drown out broken dreams. Poor drink, this thing called pity. It invites a jealous root when taken all alone, that is without bread or supper, you know, the milk of human kindness... May petty and jealous men have their heart's desire, that is what they really need, so when they...
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Holy crap!! I just found out about a new Paul Simon album... People, you need to keep me abreast of these things... otherwise I'm following nonsense!
Right now, there is no escape. There is only this... undiluted, pure and raw. This sharpness, this cut that looks at first to be just the surface but really, really it reaches bone. I can see the fracture marks that make dancing so painful. Right now, there is no escape. There is only this... undiluted, pure and raw.