junie *21

This is an ICE car. They are out and about right now hunting down immigrants, legal and illegal.

If you see them- or really, any police car- lurking, scream at the top of your lungs.

"La Migra"

A year passes. You find me in a not unfamiliar place. I am the same but different. You are different but the same. Something incomplete between us, abandoned in flux. You enjoyed yourself in my absence, playing with other men I made like dolls in an empty bedroom.

In the meantime, I hope you haven't forgotten the point. This was never about God or dogs or angels or muscles or beauty. It's always just been you, me, and the feeling in your stomach when I first put my eyes on you. Your body is a means to an end: the method by which things manifest. Oh, that simple thing you once confessed wanting, which was merely to want, and then—fuck, wanting too much and not knowing how to contain all the want.

i ♥️ leslie feinberg (the best of people stand for palestine)