Sitting in airports always reminds me of the first time I ever stepped inside of one. I was a little kid and my parents were taking me and my brother, James to Georgia to visit our grandparents. As soon as we got to the gate, James and I threw our bags and jackets in random directions and sat down to play our video games. “Boys!” My dad snapped at us. “Get your stuff out of those chairs. Other people want to sit down too.” My dad was nothing if not considerate. He was always getting on to us about not being selfish and thinking about the needs of others. Fuck that. I buy and sell people like him a hundred times over everyday. If a guy wants to sit down next to me, he can ask my permission first, and then MAYBE I’ll move my bag.

You know those things you’re always doing to make me feel bad about myself? I could do without them.

When I close my eyes I feel like I’m floating. If I keep them closed for too long, the room starts to spin. This is what happens when I drink too much. I should probably open my eyes before I puke on myself.

How do you know your mate loves you more than anyone else? How do you know you mate isn’t just settling for you because their first choice wasn’t interested or was already taken?

Am I the only one that wants to be the first choice? Does anyone else care wether or not they are number one in their lover’s heart? Is it a question too many people are afraid to ask? Should those of us in relationships just be happy that we have someone regardless of how or why they ended up with us? Tell me.

Why do people think I care about their kids?

I can’t decide who I hate more. Rich people or happy people. Maybe rich, happy people.

“You got it all wrong”, I said.  ”She’s not suppose to enjoy it.  Who wants a dick in their ass? What makes it fun is the fact that she doesn’t like it but she lets you put it in there anyway just to make you happy.  She cares more about pleasing you than she does about her own anus. It’s called submission.  Besides, it’s not like your causing any irreversible damage with that baby dick of yours.  She probably can’t even feel that shit so what does she care?” 

I want to share one body with you.  I want to breathe you in.  I want to dissolve into you.  Press your lips to mine so hard that it hurts.  I wouldn’t pull away.  I could never hold you tight enough.  I would trade my soul to feel your skin against mine.  This is the dream that you inspire in me.  I can’t look at you or even take a breath without the most intense and desperate desire to be yours forever.