You are a shadow, wreathed in the judgment
of darkened cathedrals, bloodied rose gardens,
sacramental souls lying scattered on the floor.
And I, I am frightened by your scent
like opium, like rust in the rain.
"The idea that sex is something a woman gives a man, and she loses something when she does that, which again for me is nonsense. I want us to raise girls differently where boys and girls start to see sexuality as something that they own, rather than something that a boy takes from a girl."
COOL DATE IDEA: take a really long nap with me
We spoke in tongues that day,
Your fingers trailed my body like
a harlot skimming through the bible finding her daily grace.
The Sun, her majesty, jealous of the
nervous heat that fought for a moment of breath between your satin body and my scarred chest.
Did you know that I almost cried?
Because your touch was everything I feared the most.
Your touch was confidence, maybe love.
We don’t speak the same language anymore,
For your fingers,
are too holy for mine.
the most common misconception boys have about me is that i care about what they have to say
"I remember my son once asked me, “Did you ever, like, kiss in high school?” And I told him this long drawn-out story of how shy I was, how I finally got a girlfriend but she broke up with me because I was too shy to try to kiss her, and then I had another girlfriend but still couldn’t figure out kissing. The technique was always a big obstacle in my head, like, How do you kiss? Where does your chin go? Forget about anything beyond kissing-first base was a total mystery to me. So I’m telling my son this long story, and he listens patiently until he finally realizes where I’m going with it, and he says, “Dad, no-did you like Kiss in high school? Kiss, the band!” And I was, “Oh yeah, Kiss…they were good.”"