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congratulations, michael. you lied to me about work and family, and you got away with it.

i kept my mouth shut. i kept your secrets, no matter how angry i got.

you won. you've washed your hands clean of me.

you got away with it. you got away with everything.

have a nice life, if it doesn't catch up with you.

asshole.

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She is all there. She was melted carefully down for you and cast up from your childhood, cast up from your one hundred favorite aggies.

She has always been there, my darling. She is, in fact, exquisite. Fireworks in the dull middle of February and as real as a cast-iron pot.

Let’s face it, I have been momentary. A luxury. A bright red sloop in the harbor. My hair rising like smoke from the car window. Littleneck clams out of season.

She is more than that. She is your have to have, has grown you your practical your tropical growth. This is not an experiment. She is all harmony. She sees to oars and oarlocks for the dinghy,

has placed wild flowers at the window at breakfast, sat by the potter’s wheel at midday, set forth three children under the moon, three cherubs drawn by Michelangelo,

done this with her legs spread out in the terrible months in the chapel. If you glance up, the children are there like delicate balloons resting on the ceiling.

She has also carried each one down the hall after supper, their heads privately bent, two legs protesting, person to person her face flushed with a song and their little sleep.

I give you back your heart. I give you permission—

for the fuse inside her, throbbing angrily in the dirt, for the bitch in her and the burying of her wound— for the burying of her small red wound alive—

for the pale flickering flare under her ribs, for the drunken sailor who waits in her left pulse, for the mother’s knee, for the stockings, for the garter belt, for the call—

the curious call when you will burrow in arms and breasts and tug at the orange ribbon in her hair and answer the call, the curious call.

She is so naked and singular. She is the sum of yourself and your dream. Climb her like a monument, step after step. She is solid.

As for me, I am a watercolor. I wash off.

#anne sexton #poetry #for my lover returning to his wife

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Not that I keep up with the series, but I'm actually insanely attracted to Chris Evans as Captain America.

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I've stopped posting, yet I see a rash of new followers. Hello, all. How are you?

Wow, it’s been two years since I started this blog.

To be honest, I’m shocked - embarrassed, really - looking back into the archives, at the copious amounts of hardcore pornography. While I’d be lying if I said my days of watching porn were over, nowadays I’m not much into collecting and reblogging it.

I didn't originally intend for this blog to become so hardcore; actually, it began as a meager repository for the (very tame) collegiate-themed images I'd found on my internet peregrinations. I was hoping to add to that collection, and, of course, soon fell far down the tumblr rabbit hole.

My most recent posts were an attempt to return to that original theme: ties and button-downs, polos and Chubbies, old libraries, and general sensuality. But, as I've transitioned, I've also gradually lost interest in updating this blog. Not due to a loss of interest in collegiate men and the fantasy of old time all-male education (quite the opposite, actually), but because I've grown to associate schoolboy-french with a specific time in my life with which I'm still trying to make amends.

For all of you who are still following, thank you. This tumblr and all of its porn are here to stay. But I thought it would be fair to write to let any readers know what's going on (yeah, yeah, no1curr, whatever).

As always, I welcome questions and messages, even if I'm not active here. Catch you on the flipside!