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'Loveless sex'

This is something I'm kind-of curious about. I don't quite understand how sex could be loveless, not because I don't have sex with people that I don't love beforehand, but because I love the people I have sex with while I have sex with them.

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Nothing Sweeter Than the Brine! (A Love Letter to Violence)

Recently I've discovered just how intense my personal propensity for violence is; that horrid thrill that comes of bruising skin and tearing flesh brings me a joy unmatched by any form of sexual intimacy. Naturally, my horror at the idea of harming a person who doesn't wish to be harmed hasn't been at all diminished- but where I once thought myself completely incapable of violence, I find that I'm certainly quite capable and very, very willing.

Are LGBT Folk Obligated to "Come Out"?

Yes
20% (1 vote)
No
80% (4 votes)
I don't know
0% (0 votes)
Total votes: 5
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Crisis

I've been struggling with depression for years. Anyone who knows me knows that much. I've also been struggling with a past that haunts my every thought and consistently eats away at my mind. And worst, of late I've been struggling with mental health issues that have become so extreme that it's excruciatingly painful to be conscious.

Sometimes it's a labour to get out of bed every morning. Sometimes it's a labour to breathe. Anymore, it's always a labour to stay alive.

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Bohemian Rhapsody Vs. Capitol Hill (parody song, obviously)

This is the real life.
This isn't fantasy.
Caught in a landslide; just can't escape from reality.
Close your eyes, look up to the skies and scream:
I'm just a poor boy! I get no sympathy!

It isn't easy-come, but easy-go,
your doubts are high, your hopes are low:
any way the wind blows, it doesn't really matter to the
Tea Party.

Congress
Kidnapped the land
Put a gun up to our heads
said "No healthcare or they're dead".
Obama,
life had just begun
to look a little better; now we say:

"CONGRESS!
Dudes!
What the f*** is with you guys?!

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Planning on making a youtube channel from which to spout my opinions

As stated in the title, I'm planning on making a youtube channel on which I'll post various videos of myself talking about random crap. I'm curious if anyone has anything they think I should talk about. I'll be posting the link on the site once I've got it up. But yeah. Thanks.

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Thoughts on the Ledge of a Rooftop

Honestly, sometimes I feel more and more like jumping off of a building when I think about growing older. I'm terrified of losing the things I care for most. I want to live forever, but at the same time I'm horrified at the very idea of the people I love dying before me. I don't want to lose anything. Sometimes I'd really rather die.

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Zod is Bread (The second of what may be many journals; also probably a bit NSFW)

And so another day passes.

My sort-of-lover is getting a house, which may mean we're going to see each other again. I also owe him money.

My other lover has been unfairly accused of harassment. I am trying hard not to learn who the syphilitic horse-monkey is that accused him, as if I knew, they would likely be sent a box full of fire-ants.

Still looking for a goddamn job; learned that a lot of banks are trans-friendly. Many fucks were whatted.

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A transcript of a recent conversation (with myself) in my inbox (read from bottom up, obviously)

Read message
From: Perhaps We Shou...
To: Perhaps We Shou...
Subject: Re: I'm sending me a message
Date: 24 September, 2013 - 10:01am

HOH HOH HOH HO- *KABLAMMOOWIEBANGPOWZINGWHOOSHPOP*
> ONLY THE TWO! DOH HOH HOH HOH HOH HOH
> > BECAUSE WE HAVEN'T MADE ENOUGH HENSON REFERENCES IN THIS CONVERSATION! DOH HOH HOH HOH HOH HOH
> > > Let's take the Henson way out and blow this mothafucka of a conversation to high heaven!
> > > > I seriously don't know how to stop this conversation on a suitably comedic note.
> > > > > I'll say! DOH HOH HOH HOH HOH HOH

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Another journal, because where the hell else can I write this?

It's another case of me wondering what the hell is wrong with me that I'm so goddamn depressed and fucked up despite having such a goddamn perfect life, a goddamn perfect family, and goddamn perfect lovers.

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An Interview With A Madwoman (A short fiction)

The following story is based on a sleep-dep-induced hallucination of mine that brought on a small epiphany about the nature of life. It may contain triggers, as it involves self-mutilation. Please give your opinion if you read it and care to do so, I'd be interested in the criticism.

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Welp. Adulthood. (Or, Big Bad Wolf)

So I'm an adult now, getting an adult life and looking for an adult job so I can live in an adult apartment/trailer and go to an adult school so I can... what? So I can what?

Why am I doing all this?

Why am I still here?

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Boston

This is so wrong.
So very fucking wrong.

What happened in Boston... shocked me. Jarred me. Disturbed me. Honestly, I haven't a good word for the feeling.

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Fucking Around With Words, In Front Of An Internet Audience

Sleep.
Walk.
Dream.
Talk.
Eat.
Sleep.
Walk.
Kick.
Think.
Eat.
Take.
Mean.
Love.
Care.
Hate.
Share.
Eat.
Ate.
Ale.
Nord.
Loki.
Thor.
Child.
Sky.
Star.
HAL.
Jove.
Cloud.
Sky.
Sleep.
Dream.
Love.
Troll.
Jotunn.
Eat.
Ginsberg.
Sleep.
Fuck.
Talk.
Fuck.
Fae.
Fairy.
Puck.
Oberon.
Gaiman.
Eat.
Sleep.
Sleep.
Sleep.
Dream.
Moloch.
Howl.
Castle.
Fire.
Calcifer.
Lucifer.
Devil.
Dante.
Milton.
Paradise.
Lost.
Television.
Once.
Snow.
East.
Nine.
March.
French.
Canada.
South.
Cake.
Lie.
Chel.
Skyrim.
Game.
Waste.
Sleep.
Sleep.

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Moloch!- A tribute to Ginsberg

My, My, Mister Moloch,
Take me in your arms.
Please make me a sick sinner-
Please, please, just you try.
My, My, Mister Moloch,
Hold me to your breast.
Bring me close, eat me up,
That's when I'll take you.
My, My, Mister Moloch,
How do you like that?
Stabbing you inside your throat;
Kill you in your gut.
My, My, Mister Moloch,
Didn't expect that
did you, bloated king of filth?
Guess I'll take my leave.
My, My, Mister Moloch,
bleeding on the ground.
How long's it been since Ginsberg?
Think he's smiling now?
My, My, Mister Moloch,
I'd love to stay and chat,

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