"Wow, that's pretty brave.
Chancing on your mom walking in
On you shoving a dildo
Into your girlfriend."
The alarm screaming, burning eyes
After not once allowing my brain to dip into sleep
Unique nausea reminiscent of late night Netfilx binges turned into 5am
Turned into "oh shit I guess I'm not sleeping tonight"
Feet dragging, dread mounting, entire body felt tight
Legs rigid, still quivering, electrons jumping energy levels
I must have been radiant for all the photons being released
Should have shed light on the darkness inside
On the pigheaded arrogance that entitles you to details
About your seventeen year old student's
fucking sex life
How dare you take naivety and pour it down the drain?
How "bad" you feel, the strength of your guilt
Can't wipe clean the blood-covered walls
Or minimize the silt
Slimy, slinking sludge of your brain
But your guilt can be assuaged by the company you keep
Because this is not
Because every Joe and Sue in jeans and a t-shirt
Feels entitled, like you, to the intricate details
As if I have to validate myself to every pervert I encounter
As if the bedroom isn't a place for myself and my partner
It's a place for all of you
pick apart and categorize
minimize unadulterated joy
to BARELY LEGAL HOT LESBIANS
looking at each other like they're at the goddamn gynecologist
Angry feminists afraid of men gathering in the streets
and in the sheets
for your pleasure
Because if we're a part
of a subculture of miscreants
then the labels hold
Because if US VERSUS THEM
Becomes a punchline to a sexual joke
"The other day a feminist asked me
How I view lesbian relationships
Apparently HD was the wrong answer"
Ignorant bigotry burns down the trees
And extinct go the bees
and my tangled up sheets
remain dirtier than yours
What bed are you sleeping in up there?
And why are you so fascinated with mine?
As if it's all about sex
Sex has only as much power as you give it.
So next time you imagine your students
Fucking each other
Examine your own crudeness
And go fuck yourself