3:11 p.m. - 2009-06-01
worship
i forgot i was worshipped. i forgot how many boys and men their days and nights thinking about me, rubbing their cocks in my honour with my picture flashing behind their eyes, these men who are each and all so forgettable to me, these one night stands who love me. like barry, running into him and giving him the pleasure of fucking me again, and he tells me how he's missed me all this time, how he kept talking to his boys about it "this freaky girl with a ring through her nose and bright red hair and this perfect curvy body just took me home and fucked me". or kevin getting out of jail after nine months, begging me to be his girl. or cliff calling me for two months straight and me just thinking nothing of it and him pining over me, he says he likes me so much. or jazz, not seeing him for a year, he gives me a typewriter and says he's in love with me. it is what it is. i don't love these men. but i am divine because of them, i worshipped by the altars built in my name.