(Creative writing: 2016) "If you're sick of everyone falling for you, stop being so bloody perfect then," she'd screamed at me, a sheer projection of inadequacy. * * * * * I know that feeling, I was young once, and I remember that insecurity. I also remember the effort it took to outgrow those feelings … Continue reading The Arguments We Forgot to Have
Love... If chasing sunshine has taught me one thing, it's that opening your curtains means you can just let it come. (Generally, open curtains means a tidy room first...) * * * * * My experience of love is one that can be expressed on so many different levels. There is the love of the … Continue reading Love. More of It.
"You could have anything you want, you just need to take the first step out of the front door," he had said to me, a long time ago. I never understood what this meant, but there he watched, from a distance. Waiting. He was waiting for me, and he didn't even know it. His process … Continue reading Him
I thought I could reign it in and unify all of it, write to you, and be able to say, "Yes, it's you." It's always you, isn't it? And yet...it never is. But the French had it right all along...I love...vous. (English equivalent: "yous") To you, my darling, I miss you. It started as a … Continue reading I Love Vous: On Polyamory
Here's to all who've ever said that I couldn't, shouldn't, and wouldn't (and meant it). To those who said I couldn't, I appreciate the projections of self-doubt you placed upon me. You've taught me what it looks like to pass on insecurities that were instilled in your childhoods. From you, I've learned not to stunt … Continue reading Couldn’t, Shouldn’t, Wouldn’t
To You: I never did get around to telling you why I was disappointed, did I? I suppose you never stuck around long enough to realize I actually am capable of emotions. At least, I seem to have discovered this capacity to be true. You did ask what it was I wanted. I wanted to … Continue reading Memory, or Dream?
"Where are you?" they ask, then don't stop to listen to the response. Well... I am capable of anger. Rage, too, mind you. It is not an anger that reacts to the ordinary, mundane trivialities of social construct, such as religion, race, gender, and class. No, it is a genuine anger, not a projection. It … Continue reading Where Am I Now, They Ask
I have an eye for words and an ear for music I see colours of the rainbow but not shadows on the streets An artist, I am not, but a creator, that I am Yet you, my dear, are the only work of art I appreciate. MG