You're asexual? But...

“but sex is what makes us human!”


in 1916 a French officer in his twenties writes his

doctoral dissertation under

heavy mortar fire.

he sends it by mail, a page

at a time, to his wife.

a week before he’s to step up to the podium and

defend his work rather than hiscountry

he is killed in action.

even as the bullets rip

through him he still wishes he could have become a professor

in French literature and

the university awards him a posthumous Ph.D.

sex is


a woman breaks down in tears on the phone because

a week is not enough time to

get over a breakup.

her sister drives an hour across town,

comes up the front steps with

a gallon of ice cream and somebeer

and together they eat moose tracks and marathon



Godzilla movie

ever made.


sex is

she’s late for work but her car isn’t

starting and even through her coat and hat she’s cold.

she knows she can’t be late again because she’s missed

one time too many already because her

father’s nurse was sick with the flu and someone

needed to help him bathe.

the clock ticks past fifteen after and she hits

the wheel like it’s a heavy bag as though that will help

steps on the gas like the car will go

and wonders how she will pay rent

and how she will feed her father.

sex is


it takes three people to hold the predator down because

even with the cover over his head

a bleeding eye and shattered wing

he is trying to hurt them.

none of them have seen this bird before in their lives but

they bandage his wing and head and give him a painkiller and

put him in a warm place to sleep and heal because

it is right.

at first he is paralyzed and cannot

fly but soon he is taking steps

and then fluttering, and then soaring, and

six months later he is whole and healed and hunting.

once he is gone they never see him again

which means they’ve done their jobs right.

sex is


in 1969 a girl watches grey-and-white footage on her parents’ tiny television and

can’t quite believe that what she is seeing is not a movie set but

another planet.

the men on the screen look a little like

aliens with bulbous heads and no faces and fat

marshmallow arms

but they are still men.

her mother puffs on a cigarette behind her and declares that

this is progress

even if it was just a small step.

the girl grows up to be not an astronaut but a secretary

and her boss calls her ‘sweetheart’.

but sex is


a boy is taught that real men don’t cry so

he doesn’t.

when his best friend dies from a self-inflicted

gunshot wound, he locks himself

in the shower every day and sobs under scalding

water until it runs cold

so nobody will see him grieving

so nobody will see that tears are just love that

has no place left to go.

he learns to dull love rather than suppress its expression and

soon the owner of the liquor store knows him by name.

three DUIs, two evictions, and twelve steps later,

he is feeding people at a homeless shelter,

and telling them it’s all right to cry.

Sex is


the broken man tells the comedian

that he didn’t mean to step in front of the car but the rain

made it hard to see.

he seems okay but his leg

does not.

the comedian clutches a grubby receipt with the driver’s

plate number scrawled on the back

in pink pen, stands out in the rain so the broken man

can have his umbrella,

and gives him the comedy routine that ruined his career

so the man doesn’t think about the pain in his leg.

once he’s out of the hospital, the fixed man sends him a thank-you card

with kittens on it.

what makes us human


yawning is contagious,

and there is a species of bird whose young we call “pufflings”.

melodic collections of sound, spaced by silence,

can move us to tears.

the tallest building in the world is

two-thousand seven-hundred and seventeen feet tall.

in less than eighty years we went from our first powered flight

to touching the moon,

and in one-hundred from the first phone call

to instantaneous connection between thinking machines of our own creation.

we make pies out of tree organs

and let cow’s milk ferment until it hardens and then

we put them together, because apple pie with cheddar cheese is delicious.

what makes us human is

the earliest fossils of anatomically modern humans are

two-hundred thousand years old .

we have had pet dogs

for sixteen-thousand of those years, longer

than corn

or the wheel.

the steps we take are part of

one of the most energy-efficient gaits the

animal kingdom has ever seen.

we invented the concepts of love

and hate

and justice, and mercy

and we invented the language to convey them.

we sharpened rocks, then metal, to convince other people

who don’t hold the same idea of those things as we do

because we think

it’s right.

we are two hundred millennia of love and disappointment and

sorrow and innovation and

mercy and kindness and dreams

and failure

and recovery.

but sex is what makes us human.

Dear Straight People - Denice Frohman

Dear straight people
Who do you think you are?
Do you have to make it so obvious that I make you uncomfortable?
Do you know that makes me uncomfortable?
Now we’re both uncomfortable.

Dear straight people
You’re the reason we stay in the closet.
You’re the reason we even have a closet,
I don’t like closets
But you’ve made the living room an unshared space
And now I’m feeling like a guest in my own house.

Dear straight people
Sexuality and gender: two different things,
Combined in many different ways,
If you mismatch your socks you’ll understand.

Dear hip hop
Why’re you so fascinated with discovering gay rappers?
Gay people rap,
Just like gay people ride bikes and eat tofu.

Dear straight people
I don’t think God has a sexual orientation
But if she were straight she’d be a dope ally,
Why else would she invent rainbows?

Dear straight women
- I mean ‘straight’ women,
Leave me the fuck alone.

Dear straight men
If I’m flirting with you it’s because I think it’s funny,
Just laugh.

Dear straight people
I’m tired of having to prove my love is authentic
So I’m calling for reparations on your asses.
When did you realise you were straight?
Who taught you?
Did it happen because your parents are divorced?
Did it happen because your parents are not divorced?
Did it happen because you sniffed too much glue in fifth grade?

Dear straight people
Why do I have to prove my love is authentic?
Why do I have to prove my love is authentic?
Why do I have to prove my love is authentic?

Dear straight people
Why do you have to stare at me
When I’m holding my girlfriend’s hand like I’m about to rob you?

Dear straight people
You make me want to fucking rob you.

Dear straight allies
Thank you,
More please.

Dear straight bullies
You’re right, we don’t have the same values,
You kill everything that’s different,
I preserve it.
Tell me,
What happened to
Jorge Mercado?
Sakia Gunn?
Lawrence King?
What happened to the souls
Alienated between too many high school walls
Who planned the angle of their death in math class,
Who imagined their funerals as ticker tape parades,
Who thought the after life was more like an after party?
Did you notice that hate is alive and well in too many lunch rooms?
Taught in the silence of too many teachers,
Passed down like second hand clothing from too many parents.

Dear queer young girl
I see you,
You don’t want them to see you
So you change the pronouns in your love poems to 'him’
Instead of 'her’.
I used to do that.

Dear straight people
You make young poets make bad edits.

Dear straight people
Kissing my girlfriend in public
without looking to see who is around
Is a luxury I do not fully have yet,
But tonight I am drunk in my freedom,
Wrap her hand on the busiest street corner in Philadelphia,
Zip my fingers into hers and press our lips firmly
Until we melt their stares into a standing ovation,
Imagine that we are in a sea of smiling faces even when we’re not,
And when we’re not we start shovelling,
Digging deep into each others eyes we say
“Hey baby ain’t nothing can stop us tonight,
'Cause tonight this world is broken and we are the only thing
That’s gonna keep it together”.

Heathens | Peter Parker

Summary: Based on the song Heathens by Twenty-One Pilots where after the events of Civil War, the reader is locked away along with the other avengers. Peter Parker knows the reader and ends up teaming up with Captain America to break them all out without Tony’s consent…

Warning: slight swearing

Pairing: Peter Parker (Spiderman) x reader

Type: Song Inspired Oneshot

Requested: anonymously


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We're Not Crazy

“We’re Not Crazy”

Sometimes I used to think I was crazy
But I could never really tell
For was it wrong to have suicidal tendencies
Even when everything was going well?

Was it crazy to cry alone
Believing things would never change?
Believing darkness consumed my heart
And that I’d never be the same?

Was it crazy to stay up all night
Just so I could sleep all day
And not have to face the people
Who hurt and threw me away?

Crazy people don’t know they’re crazy
Or at least they aren’t meant to know
I can only speculate if this is true or not
But that’s how the cliche goes

But then I started thinking
Maybe it’s not me, it’s them
Because others drove me to think
Ill upon my common man

And the more I looked around
The crazier I became
Sane thoughts would vanish
Until no normal thoughts remained

But the more I questioned others
The more I soon discovered
I wasn’t alone with my feelings
And we can relate to one another

I found much in common
With others just like me
Those who lived to tell their tales
Of terrible tragedies

Or maybe we’re all just unqiue
In our harmless, creative ways
Fighting through the hardships
As we express ourselves day by day

Even the greatest poets and artists
Who were respected in their right
From Allen Poe to Van Gogh
All went crazy in their times

Life is a sanity test
With no sparknotes to pass
And with many things to bring us down
We must survive the aftermath

But one thing I realized
In trying to make it through
It’s fine to be depressed
To cry, grovel and stew
It’s fine to be angry
To be edgy, dark, or mad
It’s fine to wish upon stars
For things you never had

It’s fine to be disabled
To be diagnosed with disease
Whether mental or physical
Great things can still be achieved
This is what makes us human
And not crazy in the least
It’s what keeps us going
As we ourselves find peace

And please don’t call us crazy
I really don’t prefer that word
That only makes people more crazy
Just in case you haven’t heard

math hat

i had a teacher in school tell me
i was one of those people
who couldn’t do math.
when you’re a little person
you’re taught to listen to
and believe big people,
so i did.
and he was right.
all through my pre-college schooling
i couldn’t do math.

when i got to college
i had learned that adults
weren’t always right,
and i could do math.
i killed it at math.
i was a fucking rock star at math.
so fuck you, mr. johnson,
you ass hat.
i wish i’d had the balls back then
to say
you’re just one of those people
who can’t teach kids.

© j.a. carter-winward

From Work In Progress coming in Spring 2017

Excuse me but

  • muggleborn Jack Kelly
  • who had imaginary friends that he insisted were real until he got his letter, when his parents finally realized they were
  • who’s scribbles came to life and that’s why he worked so hard to get better at drawing
  • who learned to draw mouths and eyes particularly well so his pictures could see and talk
  • who was able to get away from whoever was chasing him but was never sure how
  • who never really felt normal until he was surrounded by other magical people
  • who was never prouder than the first time he painted a portrait imbued with the actual personality of the person he was painting, because it meant he was an accurate painter
  • who can’t get enough of magical history mostly because he can go to magical museums and talk to the people who were there and were preserved in ghosts and portraits
  • who adores walking slowly through the halls of Hogwarts talking to the paintings
  • who befriends Sir Cadogan and the drunk monks
  • who probably has magical pictures of his friends at home so he’s not lonely when he’s home for the summer
  • who painted the walls of his dorm room with scenes that don’t even include people but he made come alive so it always looks like sunrise only without light coming from it
  • just muggleborn Jack Kelly, yeah?

“The question ‘Who am I?’ is not really meant to get an answer, the question ‘Who am I?’ is meant to dissolve the questioner.                    —                Ramana Maharshi

You do not know who you are, because you are attempting to define yourself based on the responses and reactions of other people
who have no idea who they are either
We are all filled with contradictions and inner battles, Mars is a battle, Saturn is too critical, Uranus is demanding change, Venus wants us to chase something delusional, each of the archetypes reflects through us in a self that does not exist as Walt Whitman the great Gemini says
“Do I contradict myself? Very well, then I contradict myself, I am large, I contain multitudes.”
You are special

Heathens l Steve Rogers

 Type: One-shot

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Reader

Summary: A Steve x Reader one-shot based on the song Heathens by Twenty-one pilots

Requested by: Anonymous

Warnings: Fighting and swearing 

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haha yeah so screw this

aaaall of this

screw the entire concept that most of humanity is useless worthless dross and there’s just a ~tiny handful~ of special wonderful people

who somehow don’t take insult at the the rest of their species being pathetic, you kidding? you think Bill Potts would feel complimented by someone telling her she’s better than her race? Get out.

she’s already empty
long before you
tried to leave her

she’s afraid of filling up the void
with parts of other people
who just want to play

she said if she could be with 
her own self for a day,
she’ll do her best to 
to make herself stay

We have a new power couple!

And no, it’s not Kamiyan x the author of Arakawa under the Bridge lol.  I can still taste the fandom’s salty tears (including mine) during that hectic period.  Good times indeed lmao.

Anyway, please give a round of applause for these two beautiful people

who have joined hands to become-  Wait a second, that picture doesn’t do them justice. 

Let me see what I can find

Not feeling that one either?  Yeah I also pretend Prince of Stride doesn’t exist. But okay okay, I’ll get serious

But seriously, congratulations to the happy couple!  May they have long-lasting happiness being with each other and overcome hardships bound to strike their way, especially in an industry of such nature.  I’ve known of them for a roughly equal amount of time, so they being an item doesn’t feel out of place for me at all.  In fact, it is almost too good to be true, for I’ve always come to expect hot people to end up with someone less good-looking than them.  It happens way too frequently, man.

And now for a trip down memory lane and a bit of detective work.  I believe their earliest interactions as parts of the cast within the same anime stemmed all the way from Magi in late 2012?

Which I believe lasted for a good 2 years with two 2-cour seasons and a series of OVAs?

Edit: Another anime they’ve both appeared in (thanks anon for your input!): 

(Junketsu no Maria in 2015)

Then fast forward to 2016 they both starred in this hot mess

as well as in Bungou stray dogs

so I’d say they have their fair share of time working together.  And bonus points for hot characters.

Wow, I haven’t been this excited about seiyuus’ romance since SuzuKen and Maaya came out with their marriage in public.  Well what can I do, it’s not my fault I adore them.

and I can guarantee that I’ll be eyeing like a hawk for more candid moments of them together in any public event now muahaha.  This so much fun <3

Monsta X’s Ideal Type - Shownu

This is completely my own opinion as well as the things Shownu has said on interviews, magazines, and variety shows. However, these may not be true. Not everything on the internet is true. Now, this might take out a lot of MTLs and debunk them since those were in the past. If you’re going to request any personality MTL dating kind of thing, refer back to these posts. And for sake of not hurting and/or offending others, detailed physical descriptions will not be given (height, weight, ethnicity, race, etc.).

  • So, getting started with our one and only leader, he said that someone straightforward like him
    • Someone frank, cool, and calm
    • I would say a person with a strong appearance that shows both confidence and sexiness
    • Not like performance sexy but in a way that makes his head turn and stray away from his thoughts
  • Somewhat like a Tsundere
    • Opening up and knows how to have fun
    • That’s KEY
  • A person with manners and respect for others; educated on media, culture, race, stereotypes (understanding that they’re not true) and enjoys learning
    • Especially cultures, music, and trying to be open-minded
  • Sensible, caring, considerate, and cheerful
    • Someone optimistic and tries to move on from the past
    • Who gives effort in everything they do
    • Because he’ll do the same
    • Somewhat like a role model
  • Has a good image and a beautiful heart– sees the good in (the majority) of people
    • Who isn’t (really) judgemental 
  • LOVES to eat
    • Who’s willing to buy a lot of meat for the both of you
    • Takes care of others and worries for their well being
    • Like, waiting for someone before going with the group
    • Stops someone else from saying something that might offend another
    • Kind of like a mom or dad in a way
  • Going back to being straightforward or frank, it’s a bit different from being blunt
    • One’s more aware of another
    • With being straightforward, don’t give Shownu filler things or lead him on in any way
    • He wants you to get to the point so he doesn’t have to cause anything unexpected in between
  • They’re aware of their insecurities and sometimes jokes about it
    • Because honestly, everyone has flaws, quirks, insecurities, you name it
    • OWN IT
  • Self-confidence is also something he’d look for
    • No need to be shy and awkward when Shownu could try to break the ice
    • It’d just be easier if you weren’t
  • Lastly, just trying to make the best out of terrible situations and not complaining about the little things would be key. He wants to look for someone with a pretty smile and tends to smile a lot would have him head over heels for them. 

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two funerals

On the way to the funeral, I say that I don’t love you anymore.
And then we hit traffic.

That is the tragedy of our relationship,
crammed into small places -
we have too much time when we don’t want it,
never enough time when we do,
each of us too stubborn to say anything
as we glare out of opposite windows.


When we had our first kiss last July,
you stuffed yourself into a tiny subway beam
just to prove that you could.
Your shoulders collapsed around your ribcage,
and you crossed your legs, and you tied your arms,
and you fit.

We kissed in a crowd of forty-five people
who stank with sweat and rain and pizza grease.,
yellow puddles full of pride parade glitter,
fallen flower petals from tired debutantes.


Hour two of the car ride. My playlist has run out.
You ask me when I stopped loving you.
I start the playlist from the beginning.


Distance. When we weren’t crowded in,
there was distance,
hundreds of miles that we didn’t know how to cross.
I didn’t trust the men in your life,
and you didn’t trust me around the women in mine,
and we got tired of holding pillows for warmth.
Perhaps that’s why whenever we were in the same city,
we crashed together like sharks fighting to swallow each other,
to make the distance disappear.


Hour four. You have rolled down your window,
letting in the smell of car exhaust and cigarette smoke
from the station wagon in front of us.
You whisper, “I don’t love you, either.”


Maybe you were right not to trust me around those women.
They weren’t better than you
- worse, even -
but they were there.
And when we lay in the same bed,
we never fought for space.
I spooned them without touching;
they said good morning without looking at me.
We never did anything —no, I never cheated,
not with my body —
but I couldn’t have fallen asleep without them.

Hour six. You have pretended to fall asleep
three times. I would have done the same
if I weren’t driving.
We should have arrived four hours ago.
I shake your shoulder.
Almost there. Show me where your aunt’s house is.
How long has it been? The two-hour ride became six.
Just like our two-day fling became a six-month relationship
that inched down one long road.

We pull up to your aunt’s house.
“She’s going to want to meet you,” you say limply.
“She’s heard so much about you.
Just come inside and pretend that everything is okay.”
And I would, I really would,
but her driveway is small and the street is so crammed with cars
that there is nowhere for me to park.


You do not wave as you watch me go.

Man Of Words💁🏻‍♂️

You all

Should know by now

That I am

Of no use 

To anyone

Or anyhow

I don’t know

Why do 

You people


Its fruitless

As I wait here

To see the

Rest of my brain


Trust me

I would have done


I needed to

Only if I could

All I end up doing

Is things I never should

All the things that

You people say

Feels like 

Sweet Cocaine

To my brain

Spoken by people

Who know nothing

About Me

Other then my name

After everything

You will ask me

Why do I whine like this?

I really don’t know

Maybe I am just trying

Trying to be a man of my own words

In an age where all this is extinct