Masculinity is a poison carrot. Many a boy want to ooze it, own it, beat it to submission. It’s a caged beast, feeding on violence and cruelty. It drowns nuance and sensitivity in caustic piss. It is a realm without mercy, a world built for only one. To my shame, I want that fuckfest. My... Continue Reading →
As a child, my most guarded secret was my desire to be a boy. I wouldn’t dare let anyone know what I wanted. It was dangerous being that audacious. If my dreams were discovered, I’d be ridiculed, dragged into humiliation. I couldn’t bare being taken back there. Yet everyday, without my consent and with dread... Continue Reading →
With all its mysteries and revelations, early sexuality can only be understood in retrospect.
...I know he would have seen...