No Longer Naming Names

As most people familiar with my poetry know, I often write love poems about my experiences with men: my husband (we have an open relationship), flings, even occasional brief hook ups. A few times, I have included the first name of the person I’m thinking of; I’ve sort of thought that doing this was border-line political, in that plenty of women have poems written about them and their first name (see also the Family Guy joke about songs named after a woman’s first name).

I think a few of the guys I’ve written about did indeed appreciate the notion, for what it’s worth at least. One younger man, though–I won’t name him, but he’s in the “Blue Spectra” poems–got a little worried. I met him through an app; he was 19, in the closet, and in junior college. We had a really fun time, though it was both exhausting to keep up with his energy, and exhausting to help him evade his parents. Eventually, he came out by default when he met a boyfriend and moved from home.

When I mentioned to this guy that one of my poems is about him, he got a little worried about what his boyfriend would think. Continue reading “No Longer Naming Names”

You know what Twitter is like?

You know what my Twitter is like, for me?

There’s this guy I know; he’s really, really hot, and he lives clear across the other side of San Diego county. Jesus Dancing on Mary with Joseph he’s fucking hot.

He kind of doesn’t put out. He wants to, but his schedule is… creative. Always about to re-enroll in junior college, for example. Every time I go to see him, there’s a 50/50 chance we’ll run errands instead of touching each others’ penises. I see him about twice a year, and about twice a year I re-remember it’s all not worth it.

…and that’s exactly what my Twitter is like for me.

That is all.


I’m beginning to realize that I… uh… kinda have a thing for, um… bassists.
(Fun fact: my husband plays cello and bass.)

That is all.