A Missouri teenager who admitted stabbing, strangling and slitting the throat of a young neighbor girl wrote in her journal on the night of the killing that it was an “ahmazing” and “pretty enjoyable” experience then headed off to church with a laugh.
“I just fucking killed someone. I strangled them and slit their throat and stabbed them now they’re dead. I don’t know how to feel atm. It was ahmazing. As soon as you get over the “ohmygawd I can’t do this” feeling, it’s pretty enjoyable. I’m kinda nervous and shaky though right now. Kay, I gotta go to church now…lol.”
Personally, I think there is something wrong with this girl. She deserves to go to a mental institution, not prison.
(via thechocolatebrigade)
"What does virginity mean to a queer person, who may never have vaginal intercourse in her/his/hir life? What of a lesbian who chooses to never engage in any sort of penetrative sex act her entire life, does she remain some sort of super, extra virgin? If a straight man receives a blowjob, he will in all likelihood still consider himself a virgin, but a gay man receiving a blowjob may have a more complicated understanding of what it means for his sex life. In many ways, our conception of “virginity” erases or invalidates queer sex."
Virginity: Ditch It (via deviantfemme)
YES.
(via ftmfeminist)
(Source: sexisnottheenemy, via thechocolatebrigade)
random rantings from shanty toe witch town U.S.gay
legs disappear into slick white floor. close my eyes. half speed sounds shuffle and echo a hundred shoe crescendo through museum corridor. i graze for inspiration like a hungry cow and i yawn lazily as all the paint drips leave me cold. theres more to latch onto in the stark nakedness of bleak salted skies. lost in the slowed down brain waves of near sleep. naked: my heart’s weak. naked: my mind’s sharp. night: my scrawny wings. spread: my nervous flee. flight: finality.
designed so dour that sour sweat, our flippant folly oh dolly your gorgeous rack gets an a + plus in my book. hanging with leather daddies on steamy corners never sounded so beautiful; strapped in and tangled, the sweet taste of crystal death and rotten gummy teeth. as the ringing sound of trucks grinding axels spinning into black nights spun out; the patches of black ice are we. the roughness of stubble, burst a bubble, double trouble, let’s go tit for tit. plentiful pummeling, translucent and mean, your momma warned you not to trip. in this place, concrete slick with oil. in this place, eyes filled with chicken noodle soup not soul. against soft skin lost in swamps of so called art thumbing through books that stink of mold and i cook up. whatever; my brain half way sighs as i empty out my steam. a few tugs on the cord, and the motor sputters, and the throbbing, all a mess of veins anyways. it’s a dead beat night and i’ve got my eye on the world. i’m watching you. my beauty is a camel, its got two humps.
Andrea Carlo Lucchesi - Les Deux Voix
Distinguished sociologist Erving Goffman noted that women in photographs are often portrayed in compromising or submissive situations such as having the head turned upwards to expose the neck or in a contorted stances often with light self-touching. Such poses invite the gaze of the viewer and make the subject of the photograph seem vulnerable and exposed to sexualization.
(via drtuesdaygjohnson)
tethered to skin, soft
pink chains, ache
with feminine grace
hairy shell, slopped
from buckets of grey flesh
to find that certain
touch
home is sea
sick
and lost at
stomach swelling with finches
abstruse desires
lack
wings to free them
one dim night, hazy
he floats through the door frame
coal black gloves
strewn across the wood grain floor
hands liberated
the stark nakedness of ribcage
tranquil curves
rhythmic pulse
yielding supple breath
but upon rising
the sun will burn our skin
Balthus - Guitar Lesson
sitting in a lawn chair in my living room. my beer is near and i inhale hash through my bulbous green pipe. tunes, the sounds from way back drifting in. flutes flutter and clarinets purr. the dusty old guitar twangs on and the world weary traveler sings his piece. i could use a thing or two as well.
