I have met boys who slipped their hands into my pants
while they were driving a car.
One hand on the steering wheel,
the other creeping up my thigh-
because touching me wasn’t something that required
their full attention.
I have met boys who blushed a deep red
when they caught a brief glimpse of my cotton underwear
as I uncrossed my legs.
Then there was the boy who
politely studied the painting on the bathroom wall
while I peed at a party
and had no qualms about
unbuttoning my jeans a few hours later,
while we rode in the backseat of my friend’s car.
I have tried to forget leaning against a tiny sink
and seeing a boy who I thought of as simply a close friend
look at my pants like they were the claw arcade game
and whatever was down there was something
he needed to take home, no matter how many tries it took.
I have looked at boy’s fingers as they
plucked the strings of a guitar or pressed the keys of a piano
and imagined what they’d feel like running down my spine.
I have looked at boy’s fingers
and wished that their sticky little rolls
never once left a salty stain on my inner thighs.
I am thinking of being touched
as a course I once taught-
“Give me your hand.
This is my hip, please linger here.
This is my chin, please cup it and pull me closer.”
I am thinking that perhaps I should retire
and wait until the pupils learn to educate themselves,
and yet I crave you tracing the shape of my ears
the same way you finger the fragile stem of a flower-
like touch is a lesson that you can never get sick of learning.
Man I feel really bad for the Tumblr Staff because I bet they aimed for Tumblr to be a cool, suavé, photographic place for artists but in reality it’s made up of hormonal teenagers who obsess over gay fictional characters, and can’t even handle the reblog button turning green to teal
IT IS MINT GREEN
I’VE REBLOGGED THIS TWICE BEFORE REALISING THAT THE STAFF SAID THAT!
Imagine your OTP getting really confused while trying to build IKEA furniture.
John: “Sherlock, just hand me the instructions.”
Sherlock: “THE INSTRUCTIONS ARE WRONG JOHN”
“Doctor, just sonic it!”
“I told you before, Rose, it doesn’t do wood!”
‘damn it cas we can fix this!’
‘DEAN IT’S NOT BROKEN’
Yes. Yes to all.
Most people live their entire lives without ever experiencing a moment of the kind of happiness this dog is feeling.
I just need to spend a day naked in bed with someone watching movies and playing video games and eating fatty foods and having sex two or nine times
what have you done to my basket