jacquelinebai: filthygorgeousthings: Rie Rasmussen (F//lthyGorgeousTh/ngs)
jacquelinebai: filthygorgeousthings: Rie Rasmussen (F//lthyGorgeousTh/ngs)
worldonfire: Apnea (from her blog )
When I recall the period in my life in which I was having a lot of unpaid sex with a variety of men, much of it not very good, it’s characterized in retrospect entirely by desperation. Not the wild and needy kind but something calculated and focused, like a craftsman searching a junk box for the tiny, precise piece he needs. My surface was one of calm motivation but underneath there were plates shifting, dry chasms breaking open. And those encounters were the equivalent of throwing single handfuls of soil into the divide.
— Sowing
Heart weeps.
Head tries to help heart.
Head tells heart how it is, again:
You will lose the ones you love. They will all go. But even the earth will go, someday.
Heart feels better, then.
But the words of head do not remain long in the ears of heart.
Heart is so new to this.
I want them back, says heart.
Head is all heart has.
Help, head. Help heart.
by Lydia Davis
Christine Maddox by Richard Fegley for Playboy, December 1973 (via syntheticpubes: melisaki)