miles to go before i sleep

IF people acknowledge it, they play the necessity card– there weren’t any women out on the range, so they had to “resort to men.” this claim completely erases 1) the romantic (not just sexual) writings of actual cowboys, 2) the acknowledgement of cowboys’ potential homosexual activity by writers at the time, and 3) the possibility that some men would deliberately become cowboys with the intent to seek out homosexual encounters.

“i already am… andi love you too and and that we live our lives kind of way” 

I think about how I watched you slip into my arms, curling up to me, making a space in my chest- knowing full well i’d leave. 

knowing full well I was infatuated with someone else. 

it wasn’t cheating because we were never exclusive but i fucking knew she felt about me and i let her believe it was a safe bet. 

and splintered skin.

i think ill soothe my soul