Erotic? Exotic? Despotic? … Different People, Diverse Urges
I used to think bisexuals had wheels and handlebars until someone told me about erotica
I used to think bisexuals had wheels and handlebars until someone told me about erotica
Big boys don’t just cry from pain do they?
leave the world where snowdrops kiss’d by wind unfurl
There it was in the shed. A let’s-play-a-game thingy calling us
Her shoes are bound to be smaller than mine but I thought I’d try them on anyway
Her greeting was perfunctory her eyes busy with important things
conducting himself in a riotous or disorderly manner
Who’d have thought I’d witness a brother’s love overcoming fear, and staying strong in dangerous proximity to a top predator?
In the autumn/winter, a few years back, I walked an old droving road every day in all weathers. The vegetation vanished and as the nights drew in, the path ever more like slurry … and I could see more and more of the old walls. And then, in one particular place, the wall had a sizeable hole … (more…)
We moan, grumble, rant, rage and then do nothing. Why? Are we powerless?