I Watch Soccer Every 4 Years, and I Don’t Care for your Judgment
Listen. I enjoy sports, I really do. I’m from Haiti, soccer was a huge deal in my childhood, there was no avoiding it. The World Cup was an event of utter importance, this was no laughing matter. My earliest memory of the World Cup was in 1994 when my family lived in Philadelphia, it was predicted by someone that if Brazil won that World Cup, Aristide would return to Haiti from his exile.
Being a good writer is 3% talent and 97% not being distracted by the internet.
I have just one question about Haiti & the Santa Maria
You may have read this in the news this week, apparently a shipwreck found off of Haiti may very likely be the Santa Maria. In 1492, Columbus sailed the ocean blue, got lost, and apparently sunk one of his three ships off the coast of Haiti. Of course, there has been much conversation surrounding this recent discovery. Can we claim this ship as ours? How can we benefit from this…
if you ever doubt the power of music
just remember that the entire fucking United States has discontinued the phone number 867-5309
Sex is not a goddamn performance.
Sex should feel as natural as drinking water.
It should not require confidence.
Sex should happen, because the moment is ripe.
Ripening lips, ripening labia, ripening cock, ripening pupils, ripening state of being. Ripe and augmented and brimming. Your energy goes to your pumping heart, then to every external nerve, then to theirs, on fire.
You bask, roll, play in it. You sigh, moan, laugh.
It’s not about being “good in bed.”
It’s about being happy.
One should never worry if they’re doing it “correctly.” Sex is not factual. I don’t want your cookie-cutter sex, I don’t want your meticulously crafted, calculated, fool-proof fuck. I don’t want a show. I want you. Let your instincts, urges and whims define that. It’s enough.
What do most girls like? Forget about it. Statistics are meaningless when there’s only one. Hello, here’s me. Here’s you.
Don’t worry about taking it too slow. We got time. We got infinite rhythms, combinations, possibilities. Explore each fuck. Take our time. We can do a different one later.
Don’t worry about making me come. I’m here. Right where I want to be.
I am overwhelmed by wanting; you don’t have to convince me. I want you because I like you. So don’t put on a front. Don’t taint this.
I’m frustrated—it’s just authenticity I want.
Don’t say that something I like is ugly. Don’t compare yourself to the rest. You will live and die with and within your experiences like everyone else. If someone thinks you are amazing, they are not wrong. Their universe is as real as any other; it is forged through perception.
I don’t care if you accidentally slammed my head into the wall, if you slipped out, if my arm cracked, if the delightful pressure of your wet lips on my anything made a silly sound. There is no right way and no wrong way.
“Good in bed,” what.
You’re good in my bed. I’m pleased you’re there. I feel it suits you.
Shove your technique. Let your memory swallow it. Fuck me like you’d fuck me, fuck me like you feel.
This isn’t a test.