alastairdevereaux
Achillean Transmasc with Terrible Taste
It/That/He
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Sure I’m happy now but sometimes I want to indulge in that old maudlin misery
In the feeling of looking, looking far far too much, and never ever touching. In the shock of being caught staring
In fantasizing about being able to touch, to press skin against skin. To let hands and mouth wander and overturn every secret their skin holds
In getting drunk, not buzzed not tipsy, drunk to blunt the sting of loneliness. But never drunk enough to say something
In the exhilarating shame of getting off to stolen moments (flickers of skin, the buzz of a kiss won in a game, the burning memory of overheard moan) pressed against stolen clothes
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Truly a wonder that I made one (1) friend and that’s almost certainly why I don’t have a narcotics problem
#mentioned this to a different friend#and their response was that#I’d be intolerable if I did narcotics#devereaux diatribe
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i need a handsy fast, kissing like boys make out. and by that i mean were kissing each other harder and harder, and im not being treated like a delicate fucking flower and im not treating him that way either. i want hands in places they shouldnt be, i want to be out of breath, i want my lips bruised.
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