Hey everyone…I am not the type to ask for help, but I need ya’ll. The Friday before Thanksgiving my niece Nia got rushed to the hospital…Her heart was enlarged to 3/4 ‘s the size of her chest. Now she needs a heart transplant. She is only 10. My brother’s wife may lose her job because she stays at the hospital with her. She is on the heart transplant list. It may take up to six months. She has to stay in the hospital the whole time because her heart won’t work without the medicine. If you can help out in anyway it will be greatly appreciated. My Sister in Law set up a fundraiser to help them out. This is the link…
Thank You In Advance…
If you can please spread the word.. They need all the help they can get.
My baby cousin needs a heart transplant and unfortunately, even with the entire family giving what they can it’s not enough. If any of you could donate something small or even pass this along to someone else who might be able to donate I’d be forever grateful.
I am very very happy
So come on hurt me
I’ll grow back like a Starfish
An academic told the audience that Drag Race was the most important queer text of the last 10 years.
I tried to call bullshit, but I fell down a flight of academic stairs…
No, it’s fine, coworker. Tell me once again a hilarious story about a clients confusion about my gender and how you tried to correct them and how funny and cute it was when they figured out I was one of those “transgenders”.
NOPE. Hush, thanks.
Here is what I know:
You drink your coffee black and we are afraid of each other.
Once you kissed my neck in front of your friends
and it made me very shy.
Once you kissed my stomach and I started crying.
I see the tender way you touch things and want to kiss your nose
but I keep my mouth to myself.
Your collarbones are craters big enough to fit my fist into.
You are the most beautiful thing I’ve seen in months.
I was not good to the last person I loved so I punished my heart
(I let it break and bleed out then roughly sewed it back together)
It is hard to write poems when I only know how to fuck you.
I am always trying. I am thinking of Somedays. I am saying goodbye.
You asked why I never write anything honest so I am writing you this.
When I think about going back to college…
Maine fashion is wearing pajamas under your jeans when you have to leave the house.