There’s a woman who rides my bus. We always get on the 704 or 4 (whichever comes first–we know that the time it would take to wait for the express bus in lieu of the local would negate the speed of the bus) shortly after nine o’clock in the morning. We’d wait at the bus [...]
two bodies pressed together
two boys are falling hard
the smell of sweat and leather
a kinky greeting card
crazy about each other
we both have fucked up pasts
but when we are together
we have a fucking blast
i wanna be a housewife
what’s so wrong with that
i wanna be a housewife, yeah
and that’s just where i’m at
i’m making guacamole
he’s working on the [...]
Only Echoes—Stuart Davis
Our past lives have been on my mind lately. I don’t mean this in a reincarnation sense; rather, I refer to the many phases of our lives that we have each gone through and how one phase can be so completely different from another that it really seems like another life. We’ve all [...]