come to think of it i never ask people about their love lives because it’s a world that they share with another person(s) and it’s their choice to offer up a sliver of that place to me. that and i figure people want to share what makes them love life and that’s a lot of things: adjectives, verbs, nouns— proper and general.
It irritates me to see the perfect couple winning. Their images infiltrate me and stick to my skin like a bug. I do not know how to relate to the perfect hetero-sexually-active-normative-exclusive narratives. Couldn't stand the sound of a baby crying. Couldn't imagine performing the same sex ritual in the mirror of eternity. Couldn't bare the smell of men's anger high on jealousy. The word 'husband' alone made me want to run, leave and never return.