That time I received a love letter after a one night stand with gravity --- she wrote: gifts of shattered ground, a floating when my fingers released a fresh perfume of fruit juice from a dormant puddle below your flesh humming lungs in your expanding chest, a feathering wind licking up the sweetness left behind quivering follicles every drop of spilled juice I devoured from the pink bony bowl you keep between your thighs lingering between my fingers in a sticky essence of fi

(This post has been written in whole by a human without the assistance of AI) My dear dear loves, it has happened again - Minneapolis is in global headlines due to the sanctioned violence brought to our city by tax-funded employees. First and foremost, I pay my deepest respects and condolences to Renee Good's family and loved ones. This has been a devastating few days and I mourn for all of us who have been threatened, harmed, or killed by state sanctioned violence. As most o

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I've never had sex on a train. This isn't a post about that. It's about the invisible sex train a lot of us might be riding. Imagine for...