Theory, Self-Inserted: Practical Investigations of Gender and Sexuality
It’s blue and wriggling. Why is it wriggling? Turn it off, I pray, please let it die.
“Is it freaking you out that this goes in my butt?”
“No,” a little, “that’s awesome, I’ve just never seen one for real… before.”
He presses it to my leg and I feel a trembling in my bones.
Pișatul Pișătorilor/Epitaph of a Flying Mussel
But first, I’m here,
In the free air, free and clean-ish,
Which gives me some time,
A few seconds more,
To piss over their heads,
With real feeling.
Love letters to the Adriatic
The collages can be read as love letters to the Adriatic, the sole force shielding the central Dalmatian archipelago from immediate destruction for centuries. In the ocean one finds freedom and eternity, a feeling I hope to encapsulate.
Memory: A Practical Guide
Find a stimulus, or rather let it find you.
Be transported through space and time, find yourself in that moment again.
Linger in it for a minute more.
Man And A Woman
He pictured the half-chewed bread inside her mouth, pulp dissolving with saliva. He thought of her body as porous, dissolving, leaking: the reminder that borders between inside and outside were never clean.