is a brutally beautiful
from the sun.”
In most of our human relationships, we spend much of our time reassuring one another that our costumes of identity are on straight.
i have such a serious crush on my bartender. he is gorgeous and brilliant and knowsssss his liquor. for a dude to hold my attention you know that shit must be real.
i’m not attracted to him sexually… unless his girlfriend is involved. SHE is BEAUTIKFUHBJDNLIFULLLLL!!!!! today, he and i were talking about the party where i met her, and he said, “my girlfriend told me, ‘i’m gonna leave you for that gizelle girl.’” this might have been a gross exaggeration, but the smile on his face when he delivered that message made tears of joy stream between my lips. i’m gonna fuck both of them. together. more her, less him. i just want to talk to him and be his really good friend cuz he’s just soooooo gorgeous, says the sapiosexual in me.
he leaves in a few weeks. this is good, and bad. good, cuz i can stop being awkward around him. bad cuz i won’t get to be awkward around him, and learn to overcome the awkward and tell him how he intrigues me, and how his smile haunts my dreams and panties. fuck. [i legit just stopped typing for five minutes cuz i was just thinking about him. gawdddd] ahh well. only time can show me how deep inside (hehe) imma have to keep this unrequited passion.
… even though i think he has a crush on me too. i catch him staring sometimes. and at the party where i met his girl, when he would go stand near her, he would always be glancing at me, as if he’s looking to see if i’m looking. she is hduijbnxubj nlawdamercyyyyyyyy mi poor baddy cya hangle it. shi att yu fuck. but alas.
i said 2015 would be the year i conclude my celibacy… but if she is willing to give it to me, imma have to take it. and if he will eat my pussy, sames.
calling WOC at PWCs!
i am on a quest for some kind of self-fullment, tinged with stints of boredom buried inside my unmet passion. too many words for a simple request:
i am putting together an anthology of writing by women of color in PWCs (predominantly white colleges) that explores a range of opinions, feelings, perspectives, visions, dreams, goals and ideologies. these writings will come in the form of critical essays, poetry and prose, whatever floats your proverbial boat. if you would like to contribute or be part of this production, please please let me know so i can go even further with my plannning.
i think our voices need to be heard, rather than silenced by academia and academic institutions that follow the prerequisites of a white supremacist, capitalist, patriarchal society. shoot me an inbox msg, text, email fletc20g [at] gmail or send a smoke signal to let me know if you’re interested; and even if you’re not sure what you want to write about, still let me know and we can go through it together.
i look forward to hearing from allllll of you :)
P.S ALUMS THIS IS FOR YOU TOOOO!
itching for heat
ready for a ride
flip the cover
pick a stick
find the edge
slide the red
on velvet sulphur
blue gray follows
in the belly
of his dance
my spent stick
crumbles too soon
I come again