Till death do us part
i write because it’s how i remember i am free. i write because it’s how i make love to the parts of me that were never allowed to be touched. i write because every time i spill a poem, i spill a little more of the poison the world poured into me; about what it means to be a man. to be worthy. to be holy. to be clean. i didn’t learn how to write from school. i learned how to write by learning how to come. not just sexually. but spiritually. writing became less about performance and more about penetration of presence. i stopped writing about truth and started letting truth move through me. and let me tell you: truth is wet. she drips. she moans. she rides your spine like a serpent in prayer. but she will not fuck you if you’re trying to look good while doing it. she wants your stutter. your tremble. your weird, wild honesty. she wants your pain, not your perfection. this is why we need art right now. not ads. not algorithms. not politically correct piety wrapped in plastic-smile se...