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Fuck or Pass (kill it or leave it) Fuck or Pass (ignore it or accept it) Fuck or Pass (objectify it) Fuck or Pass (dehumanize it) Fuck or Pass (if you can’t gender it) Fuck or Pass (kill it or leave it)
Passing II, Toxic Masc: Detoxifying The Masculine
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You snuffle you snort you cough you spit because it's all husk dust at dusk here. Though it's midday. No, morning. Whatever the people call this shit. And then you "ALMS? ALMS FOR THE POOR?" "Whatchoo jus say?" I'm finding that my presentation may be a bit off but this itch at the piercing through my left nipple is jivving me something fierce so I chatter my molars a second to give a release to the parexcellence feeling they call "relief" of all the bladey tips of my metal fingers doing a light scrimble about it. The vapours coming out my mouth after as I lit my head back all jingles jangles precedes a stretch so my spine can pop along back into a proper cordion, and it's by then and only then that I can really turn my attention back to Wicket. But first "I SAYS I SAYS ALMS? FOR THE POOR? OI!" "Yo stargaze whatchoo" "Alms." "Arms?" "Nuh nuh I don think arms but maybe that's righ I mean yeh give, poor tem arms and ten.." "Then?" "Well armed poor sounds like it could right fix up the place. Boot the 5th ave crowd shibbity quick and then you got revamp and recol to decol but Wicket if yeh think about it OI!" "OI YESELF whatcha slappin for I'm just fillin my gid while you yigging on" "Don't do that, Wicket, doin the human thin, Wicket, the ask and divvy off" "But Sky I AM human. I keep tellin" "OI! SHUDDSIT! All yeh with yer interuptions how yah even tell stories in this place? Eh? Nobody minds their fuckin ears." "I heard ya I heard ya revamp and recol and decol.." "Good cause the question comes if tey do that then betcha tey jus gonna turn out the same, non?" "I guess... but what's an alm?" "I dunno. I saws it in a movies once. Maybe alamony."
On occasion you hop into someone who is already on timeshare with someone else. Sometimes, this someone else isn't willing to lend space. Sometimes it's like a roommate you never see that moves your shit around but you're not even sure if they still live with you anymore. A ghost of a ghost roommate. And sometimes you hop into someone already so deep possessed, that they don't know anymore.
I remember the first time I met Leigh, and the other one he was already owned by. A jumper that had laid serious claim. Key word “owned”, like that was a thing others still did. And they do, but normally burn out or halting occurs. Or you get fed up and flee. But not this one.
I remember the first time I met Leigh, and felt AFOF in the background. Looming right behind and in. I remember the eyes, though I couldn’t see them. And neither could he.
Sometimes the thing that owns you becomes so ingrained in your life that you forget. You just dream walk your life. Dismissing everything, which is second nature to most humans in the reality I met Leigh in.
I remember.
