baby dyke-o-rama

first, actually
hi, i read this sometimes
it's really intense.
i dont do much on the internet but email these days
thank you for sharing your feelings and findings.
i don't know if i can do that in this form
but i love you
and i love this
(i'm talkin to you t'mo)

and second,
i just found this little piece
written at age 18  (you may remember it from que(e)ry #1, which was created january 16th, 2009... 4 years ago now)
i used to do writing exercises of 100 words
here's one

100 words
Listen: I just want some cunt. I want to gaze at cunt. I want to breathe cunt. I want to inhale odorous cunt. I want to kiss cunt. I want to consume the air that surrounds cunt. I want to caress cunt. With my fingerprints, with my lifeline, with my taste buds—both sweet and bitter—, with my eyelashes, with my nostrils, with my knuckles. I want to curl the curls, the lips, and then dive, probing for mysteries and miracles alike to behold, and upon finding, marvel in silent—or not—awe. For a good time call

We are the motley colored crew
having taken generation after generation
and search after search
so many years
to gather here today

we represent all heritages, all families
all broken lineages and lost stories
all sufferings, denials, attempts at annihilation
and eternal quests for freedom

we are philipino
we date back to the nordic
we are related to the holocaust
our european grandmothers were silenced at stakes
our  hiv brothers died so they could love
in africa our family has starved

and we are still living
and we are still yearning
as we seek each other out
and unite across all our freak-fested differences
that we love, that we celebrate

and we do the work to overcome the next boundaries
those that say how we should express our innermost essence
and who we should love

and we try to remember
the language of the land
so that we may love her
so that we may finally take care of ourselves and each other

so that we may go home.

this has never happened before.