friend to me: "you're disgusting!"
I was wearing, and declared I didn't mind, the cloying smell of a woman stranger's perfumed scarf that i'd found on the 149 bus earlier that day in London, around my bare neck.
--
try: rubber wear
leather wear.
it has to be your own.
---
I felt very strongly always, that the perofmance of XXX was the most important. Real.
----
I remember sat in that casino in earlwood in a naff bar, next to a 'pokie', feeling like I couldn't bear it any longer, not telling you.
to relieve myself.
to see your response.
even now, your attitude and sexuality appeal to me and inspire me.
---
i'm too scared to tell you about my idea.
you'll loook at me like that
it'll be because you dont want me to have success, it'll be because it threatens your own.
I don't trust your motives (you getting that?)
maybe because I don't trust my own.
I could go crazy (more) if I don't fulfil my idea.
Because it is a complete system
Trust, spreaking, listening, style, radical action.
Rage
-
"remarkable people with extreme tastes"
----
I never knew why you wept like that.
-
Stop. talking.
I'm mad.
Mad productive?
No just mad.
If it were funny...
--
people in the past's
mouths stank.
especially in certain
sectors of the collectors
societies in rural/suburban
settings.
--
--
beige
--
soul
--
"once you're real, you can't be ugly, except to those who don't understand"
--
the smell, sense, of the 80s. ache for human contact, within the context of being a 'disabled' person.
--
the hand of the person who cannot move;
the exhibition of disabled people, how I think, interrogate it, feel worried about objectification, realise that's my own fear, and not fair to dismiss exploring my and disabled individuals sexuality on basis of that fearful 'monstor/children' object problem.
either abused or patronized. who isn't?/
humans have human desire responses, chance, occurs in the moment.
--
what she won't tolerate, I will!
As part of my identity, I am the oposite of her. Meaning I exist because of her? She co-exists offa me.
00--00
Atomage
sex and disability by robert mcruer and anna mollow
-
it's incredible I can put pants on,
clothe myself in amongst the
wretchedness.
--
cute
-
not cute
--
I want to know
what you were
thinking when you
carried my body
to your bed.
--
I want to know
if this compels
me toward such
terrible men.
Creative with
trust.
---
how to make wolverhampton mine.
. . . .
--
"to be a radical queen is to expose yourself to ridicule and..." (I felt the tension of the transphobic lesbians)
-
a lot of times I
feel like crying, when
touched, moved, 'baby'
all I care about is looking good.
-
...artists, in conclusion, are desirable and gross.
.
-
I was wearing, and declared I didn't mind, the cloying smell of a woman stranger's perfumed scarf that i'd found on the 149 bus earlier that day in London, around my bare neck.
--
try: rubber wear
leather wear.
it has to be your own.
---
I felt very strongly always, that the perofmance of XXX was the most important. Real.
----
I remember sat in that casino in earlwood in a naff bar, next to a 'pokie', feeling like I couldn't bear it any longer, not telling you.
to relieve myself.
to see your response.
even now, your attitude and sexuality appeal to me and inspire me.
---
i'm too scared to tell you about my idea.
you'll loook at me like that
it'll be because you dont want me to have success, it'll be because it threatens your own.
I don't trust your motives (you getting that?)
maybe because I don't trust my own.
I could go crazy (more) if I don't fulfil my idea.
Because it is a complete system
Trust, spreaking, listening, style, radical action.
Rage
-
"remarkable people with extreme tastes"
----
I never knew why you wept like that.
-
Stop. talking.
I'm mad.
Mad productive?
No just mad.
If it were funny...
--
people in the past's
mouths stank.
especially in certain
sectors of the collectors
societies in rural/suburban
settings.
--
--
beige
--
soul
--
"once you're real, you can't be ugly, except to those who don't understand"
--
the smell, sense, of the 80s. ache for human contact, within the context of being a 'disabled' person.
--
the hand of the person who cannot move;
the exhibition of disabled people, how I think, interrogate it, feel worried about objectification, realise that's my own fear, and not fair to dismiss exploring my and disabled individuals sexuality on basis of that fearful 'monstor/children' object problem.
either abused or patronized. who isn't?/
humans have human desire responses, chance, occurs in the moment.
--
what she won't tolerate, I will!
As part of my identity, I am the oposite of her. Meaning I exist because of her? She co-exists offa me.
00--00
Atomage
sex and disability by robert mcruer and anna mollow
-
it's incredible I can put pants on,
clothe myself in amongst the
wretchedness.
--
cute
-
not cute
--
I want to know
what you were
thinking when you
carried my body
to your bed.
--
I want to know
if this compels
me toward such
terrible men.
Creative with
trust.
---
how to make wolverhampton mine.
. . . .
--
"to be a radical queen is to expose yourself to ridicule and..." (I felt the tension of the transphobic lesbians)
-
a lot of times I
feel like crying, when
touched, moved, 'baby'
all I care about is looking good.
-
...artists, in conclusion, are desirable and gross.
.
-
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