I am homesick for a place I am not sure even exists. One where my heart is full. My body loved. And my soul understood.
i don’t give a shit about grand gestures or flowers at my door, i just want your teeth across my neck and my lips pressed to the small of your back, i want your stupid fucking sense of humour making me laugh at 4am when i have to be up at 6.
The violence we teach our sons in teaching them to Be Men is the same that keeps us up at night worrying about our daughters.