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i felt like i was a little freak with all my pent up queer longing and desire and then i read richard siken’s poetry and realized i am still a little freak i’m just not skilled enough to lyrically spell it out, but rather i let it spill out like a malfunctioning factory machine whenever it gets quiet
is anyone else disgusted by the enormity of their desire or is it just me & richard siken