A Collection of Spectacles


Disposable parts: If I could take the physical force of him, and the trust from him, and the mental connection between him and I, I would have the makings of quite the lovely doll.

Weird dreams, always. Mom and Dad find my kinky books and I yell, “I’m not a deviant!” over and over. I am fighting to be taken seriously as an intelligent pervert. The bubbliest co-worker I know kills herself and I spend the whole time trying to convince everyone that, indeed, I knew her. That, indeed, we were friends. Other odd stories of rejection, denial, and what I feel to be self-affirming activities. Usually, when I am cognizant of my dreams at all, it tends to mean that I need to change something.

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