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Images from “FAG,” my first zine, 2013. I had an idea that, if you’re gonna call me dirty names, you should be just as prepared to say such things to the kid version of me, because I was just as much a fag then as now. I wanted there to be a high contrast between the sweetness of the photos and the harshness of the words.
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Illustrations by Harry Clarke for Faust
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Jonathan L Chase "Two Hearts" 2015 blkautumn.tumblr.com
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We are voyeurs.
Year by year, a spacial increase occurs under my right rib.
The swollen attraction which fused us together frays,
I feel it when I am alone in my quarters, burning my lungs,
running out of my mouth in soundless screams.
I drool when thinking of the way a kiss of ours would taste:
of cigarette smoke, licked from lips - 
of sex, wet with saliva -
of imbalance, because you always left the bed when you were done -
of nonsensical rambling.
If forgetting were an option I'd prefer it.
But no, the pessimist in me revives you to writhe again in the dark, sucking on the mental image of you.
We are voyeurs rubbing ourselves at the thought, over and over again.  
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Mmm Gay man can't be racist ......
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