I hooked up the Xbox I’d included in the hamper to the second monitor on the counter and spoke to him about limerence while I played Assassin’s Creed.

In those weeks where Tottenham continued to lose, right up until that final game of survival, I asked myself why I kept following so closely. After all, it was devoid of any joy.

My greatest dream is to swim in you one day.

Hey you, you’re going the opposite direction I am. It’s 7:34pm on a Friday and your destination is Abbotsford? The bus stop on this side of the street is much warmer but you won’t give it a chance!

The ice is past my wrists, creeping up my forearms.

The conversation drifted, as conversations sometimes do, to the logistical difficulties of sharing a six-bed dormitory where sex could in fact occur in your bed without your knowledge. 

“You know it’s funny — I never realised how shy you actually are. I always just thought you were playing disaffected bitch for customers at work.”

Absent the comparative emotions of desire, intimacy of any kind is charged; nothing represents sex and so everything represents sex.

I met a Vampire last night.

But when the Scholar goes home she thinks about the Athlete. She thinks about her while she takes off her skirt and her bra. She fucks herself with her fingers, and wonders what the Athlete is doing.

This list contains one film that encompasses every year of life I have already experienced, the rest are pure speculation on my part about what these future years may contain…

machine without a body, in and out, great free floating brain caressed, gentle movements across a neglected being, emaciated, feeble, shaking and quivering moanbreaths, in and out

Were you left with an insatiable hunger because they never fed you?

Fly, femcel, fly!