MINDFULNESS.
Even a clean house
needs dusting.
It is clean because
it is cleaned.
even a clear mind
needs breathing.
It is clear because
it is cleared.
There is no life
but what is lived.
Everything is real
though a false perception
can weaken a home
and clutter a mind.
Every moment is a now,
every moment begins anew.
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Hurting your Dom just a little bit. Digging your nails into his thighs while you choke on his cock or scratching to his back while he uses you. Giving him hickies when you know he'll choke you once you're done. Nibbling on him a little for fun. Pulling on his hair while he sinks his teeth into your thighs.
A friend is studying for their master’s in political theory and they recently asked a couple of us:
In a perfect democracy, would the right to civil disobedience exist?
Case studies we made up included:
1) That one asshole who doesn’t want the town to build the carnival it voted on.
Is he a weird puritan? Does he have legitimate safety concerns?
Who knows!
All we know is: he chained himself to the rollercoaster
And now he’s going to prison.
2) Gang, we all agreed we weren’t going to just feed the bears
that live in the woods
whenever they asked.
Why is this one person still leaving bowls of meat/blood/milk out for the bears,
like they’re a 1000lb fae.
This is how you get bears on main street.
…we have bears on main street.
But also … maybe we should stop and ask ourselves why the bears are so hungry??
I keep coming back to the idea that a *perfect* democracy should have a long memory
It should remember the bad times and the dark days
The “yeah, y’all don’t really need a dry place of your own to sleep” days
The “oh shit is that King Arthur returning in our hour of greatest need
Oh fudge is that a predator drone” days.
It should stick civil disobedience on the high shelf
With the first aid kit.
It should erect a giant stone in the middle of the town square
Inscribed with the words:
Whosoever pulls this placard, bike chain, and molotov cocktail from the stone - should they be worthy - will be the rightwise pain in your ass.
I am taking revenge on myself
digging a quiet hole at
night I am accountable to
only myself and failing at it.
in the early morning feels
like a warm dark womb.
every laughter more resonant
and every tear more sad.
at 5pm the day feels like it's
on a leash
with just a small gated
patch of grass available
to run freely in circles.
even loops break.
I can take a pair of
scissors and bring the
blades to the tension.
Louis is bored, rich and lonely. He has no reason to expect that this summer in the Hamptons with his friends will be different from any other – until he meets Harry. Suddenly he has someone who listens to him and cares about what he thinks. Someone who really sees him. But their happily ever after is forever marred by an incident at a party during Labor Day weekend, and Louis is left with a choice to make.
Verse I illustrated for work stuff! Overall I'm pretty pleased with how it turned out--it feels more balanced than it used to be, while still being simple.