Cycle 47: In Touch
You are de espider
One foot in the Philippines, more water than land. Another foot in America, imaginary empire in decline. Yet another foot searching for an unbounded country to wonder on and on in. (Though I don’t know it, my feet have always known – I’m already there.)
Reversatility
Top, bottom, versatile – who’ll care one hundred years from now? One hundred years from now, my ass will be innocent again. (It never lost its innocence.)
Fascination
My father’s dick, my grandfather’s dicks, my great-grandfathers’ dicks, my great-great-grandfathers’ dicks, . . . , the Big Bang, . . .
In my mother's womb, my cock used to be a clit.
Throwbacks
In every tradition there is a warning myth – don’t look back.
Back when I was Catholic . . .Suspended between the past I remember and the past I don’t, who am I?
Back when I was straight . . .
Back when I was I . . .
Autobiograph 247
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