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when my guttural cries lift gifted rosaries in fractured prayer, begging for forgiveness,
i know it is over.
when her "please" turns into "never again," and the emphatic desire dissolves,
i know it is done.
when our hallowed ground becomes soiled by unsteady and wandering feet,
i know i am resolved.
fault and shame weigh heavy on my back, i carry the burden of this end.
but i must weep no more, because from the passing roughage of my experience, i glean a lesson that can only be grasped with the tines of time and intent. i write:
follow the love, not the labia.
for what face would open mouth, bend tongue, and cry out for an incomplete me?
who among the whole relishes the labors of inducing growth in another?
i know this now, but only because ample time clarified that i am who my love is cultivated for,
and that the proper intent is to grow it myself and share it.
About the Creator
kp
I am a non-binary, trans-masc writer. I work to dismantle internalized structures of oppression, such as the gender binary, class, and race. My writing is personal but anecdotally points to a larger political picture of systemic injustice.
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The Irony of Flying While We Bomb the "World's Greatest Terror Regime"
Ah, the irony of flying at this moment in time as the United States is simultaneously bombing Iran - the nation officials have insisted for decades is "The World's Greatest Terror Regime" - while the TSA is on a go-slow, courtesy of a funding squeeze that's left its officers unpaid, quitting in droves, and turning checkpoints into something like slow-moving bread lines.
By Scott Christenson🌴8 days ago in Humor
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Those last few lines are so embedded with kindness and care- the selfishness, the healing
The oppressed, the marginalized portion of humanity are more important than the oppressors that control through fear, hate, and oppression.
You know... This is a fucking heartbreaking masterpiece. From that sublime first line to the line Imola highlighted to the end, it held me in your capable hands. Congrats on another well deserved Top Story, pal!
I had to read this twice. I especially love this line: "follow the love, not the labia." I'm glad I found this in the top stories. It deserves the badge. Love every line.
That’s a hell of a first line, really draws you in and then do a great job pulling us along. Well done!
congratulations on the Top Story recognition for this honest piece
this one is simple and gentle moving us with its complex and honest transparency...it will stick with me
How sensual yet heart cracked open. This was sexy pain. Moaned grief. Self made orgasmix self love and liberation
omg… “follow the love not the labia / for what mouth would open, bend tongue, and cry out for an incomplete me” …is incredible. It filled me with such contradictory emotions / thoughts / feelings / contemplations. sexy. sad. lonely. seen. invisible. thank you for writing and sharing this ✨💖