
He was like a boy playing on the seashore. I asked him what could he see? He said he hoped they were happy, working the beach, just out of reach, but free.

He was like a boy playing on the seashore. I asked him what could he see? He said he hoped they were happy, working the beach, just out of reach, but free.

A silent boy, a handsome boy, one who never speaks, but stares, and absorbs his surroundings and the people around him.

“Won’t King Sausage cut your head off if you dip it in another pig?”
– Mary and George / Sky Studios / 2024

He has a body with subtle yet erotic tattoos. He dances with his shirt off and you notice that his pecs are coming along nicely. Everything looks perfect until you look at his face and realise that he is ugly.

Guys who are younger than me
Guys who have better jobs than me
Guys who think they are better than me
Guys who try to walk over me
Guys who are ignorant
Guys who don’t listen
Guys who are completely messed up
Guys who are emotionally not here
Guys who try to make me look a cunt
Guys who are called Jamie
Guys who talk shit
Guys who won’t cheat
Guys who have fat girlfriends
Guys who get fat
Guys who wear baseball caps
Guys who wear white socks
Guys who grow beards
Guys who get drunk easily
Guys who call each other bro
Guys who drink Monster
Guys who put their hands down their pants… but maybe I do kind of like that

Bad Boy Jamie appears with his boyfriend and stands behind me. He secretly puts his hands down the back of my jeans. I am alarmed by the fact that he finds bum fluff that I never knew I had.

John is a stick with a skinny arse and looks like he might snap in two if I wanted to break him. He poked me gently in the stomach like it was something that could only be shared between us.

To the boy who went to McDonald’s and ate a Double Big Mac with Bacon, a double cheeseburger, chilli cheese bites, large fries, a Galaxy Cookie Crumble McFlurry, and drank a Banana Milkshake. You ate the cucumber sticks because you said they were healthy. I wonder why you have the body of a skinny HB pencil

I can still attract any man in the world. It’s just that any man is never the right man.

Last night, I felt somebody squeeze the back of my leg, a delicate touch, but before I could turn around, they had gone. A figure walked away, never looking back, but I knew who it was. There was no name attached because in the only serious conversation I had, I forgot to ask his name.