Daily Archives Sunday, February 2009

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I think, perhaps, totally naked, all girls are ugly. Without any setting, any accessories. But I want them all.
This is how I know I am straight.

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I don’t want to consider anything but the present. Like the fact that this girl will never be what I want her to be. Instead I will press ever onwards, until something completely derails me. It doesn’t take much when it comes to girls. The pierced bellybutton tells me enough. I don’t want it to. [...]