The crack in my armor
“Who fucks who?” — The bumper sticker for horny queers and high intensity spiritual seekers alike, the crystalline crescendo of expanded consciousness pulsing through you like the mechanics of extended orgasm, the electricity of it all riding and cresting and riding to its delicious, barely tolerable heights, you can’t stand it, you stretch and screech in pleasurable agony, oh god make it stop (you don’t want it to stop), and suddenly you come, or the universe comes (who fucks who?), and you’re released, out of self and out of personhood. You’re big like the sky…
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This is a Blanket
Ritual is important to societies but I am the only society in the room so I make the ritual. The candles lit, a small meal, just the two of us, me and my body. The moon rises quickly and the three of us stare into each other, me, the moon, my body, portals that we are…
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Part 3: Nadine's Consensual Home Invasion
Athena, woman of science, normally so stoic she could be made of porcelain, twitched. Her cheeks flushed and her teeth gnashed in a way that made Nadine uneasy. In her eyes — a dormant grandiosity, awakened like the Kraken.
“Just a little cut, Nadine. Please. Do you not understand how extraordinary this is? We could become famous if she’s some type of alien —”
Nadine felt suddenly resolutely protective of Other Nadine. “No Athena. She’s human.”
A silence fell between them like a brick, growing heavier, until a third voice broke through.
“What the hell?”
Other Nadine was at the door…
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Fire
You are beginning & ending.
The world is a sigh on your shoulder. In the sigh there is an owl. Her yellow a light in the night of your life. Her talon pulsing to the rhythm of your breath. Your breath clawing in and out in and out. The feather weight of her body sinking yours a breath deeper into the earth…
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dervish; wolf 3
you never forget the first time you’re prismed.
the after wave can go years: have you ever felt like that?
like someone’s hand transcended your flesh and reached in for cobalt
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I Spy
Similar to how I feel, my characters do not have set gender expressions. Occasionally, I will use names or some kind of gender markers, but there’s no sense of strict gender presentation…
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