A love r masculine, so di s appoint ed, c an spe ak and urge expl ana t ion, a love r f eminine c an
s ay nothing: i f she did the result would be shame and angui sh, inwa rd r emor s e for selft r e a che ry. Na tur e would br and such demons t r a t ion as a r ebe l l ion aga ins t he r ins t inc t s ,
and would vindictively r epay it a f t e rwa rd by the thunde rbol t of s e l f - cont empt smi t ing
suddenly in secret. Take the ma t t e r a s you f ind it: a sk no que s t ions ; ut t e r no r emons t r anc e s : it is your best wi sdom. . . . Na tur e , howeve r , as ha s be en int ima t ed, is an excell ent f r i end in such cases; sealing the lips, int e rdi c t ing ut t e r anc e , commanding a pl a c id diss imul a t ion . 

the sexually tractable and the luckless men

Is there shame in begging for a solid yes or no when feeling absolutely wispy.
My eagerness my hands are becoming either irreparably vulgar or am I creating my own masochistic need for rejection.It is wearing to be honest.

I don't know where to draw these new lines. I feel like stretched elastic trying to figure out where the point of losing my form took place. If I was a man would I know what to do. I can't decide.

There is a pocket on the inside of my only appropriate skirt for work.

i use to surround my self with negative art because i thought it was smarter.

i lost the slow eye lift
the peep toe
the casual strap fall

 are we all connected by the unwavering lie that this is ok?

diane ackerman

as a society we are embarrassed by love. we treat it as if it were an obscenity. we reluctantly admit to it. even saying the word makes us stumble and blush... love is the most important thing in our lives, a passion for which we would fight or die, and yet we're reluctant to linger over its names. without a supple vocabulary, we can't even talk or think about it directly.

as time passes I can't seem to keep the story straight the line has been crossed so many times I am unsure it ever really existed I think what it all really came down to was the unknown and yet it was of rediscovery the whole coming of age story is really just one of a person returning to and although it may seem some sort of an unusual way around just saying it as it is I am fairly certain I've known it all along

blueberry pine

I'd settle for cummerbunds and mismatched silver
peaches fit in your pocket as you
try to keep your face unmoved


not our mothers
yet seeing their point of view

afraid to do more than pay the rent

till its gone
and its okay
to just do as you will

its like all of a sudden
no one cares any more
and its so good