The Photoshoot
“I don’t understand why you want any man at all.” my friend says to me over a cappuccino. “If I had the option to like girls, I would never date or f*ck a man again. Men are horrible. Why don’t you just get a girlfriend?”
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Ben Hard
What’s in your pocket, or are you just happy to see me?
Another damned night. I’m drinking at The Dog’s Bollocks with friends. I’m regaling the lot with some cryptic analysis, which is what they enjoy from me. Feel a little tense, though, as if I’m waiting for a jump-scare. The conversation bounces on from their inner turmoils to their sex lives, and to how we should all just become strippers somewhere. I thoughtfully picture myself in skimpy lingerie, sliding around a pole.
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Rotten Fruit
If I’m unlucky, you pop up in my memory. Not often, but once in a while. It started with our
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How to Survive an Exam
The walls of Aletta Jacobshal are nauseating me. The orange colors are making my eyes spin and are turning my
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A Secret Dance
I don’t think you see me dancing. With your eyes far gone and the music intoxicating, will I be nothing
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Dutch Wax
It’s your regular Friday afternoon. Day off, no class, lots of PornHub. My weirdo flatmate and I are chilling in
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