Currently reading : GET YOUR HANDS OFF ME (gonzales VS hooper)
Give a man a boner and he’ll take a mile. If your hands are on me and I say GET YOUR HANDS OFF ME sometimes I mean that’s what I am supposed to say so my mouth makes the sounds that they should and my body sort of twists away in a futile attempt at escape. Your hands still find their way because they are hunting dogs and the scent is all over me and I don’t know the safe word. Give a man a boner and he’ll take a mile. There are windows and there are doors. Some rooms have broken lights and some have ripped up carpet. There are photo frames lying shattered on the dirt floor of a back basement. I want to see the faces of the people in the photographs because I like when people who had lived happy lives are now crumpled, dirty, torn and wet in a place where nobody fucking cares about them. Where they are forgotten. I want to stand over them and say, not so happy now ARE YOU and then grind my boot heel into the paper that holds their moment. Give a man a boner and he’ll take a mile. Then there’s you and how you let me fold myself into how you hold me. You are seven feet tall if you are a foot. I never tell you but I want you to take me up against a wall. I want to shake old boxes loose, let the special things they were saving spill into the filth. I want frames to fall hard to the floor. I need to fuck over broken glass and happy faces. Give a man a boner and he’ll take a mile and I hate that I’m sometimes okay with that.
words by Tracy Gonzalez (“Give a Man a Boner”)
tattoo by Thomas Hooper