“I’m not ashamed to dress ‘like a woman’ because I don’t think it’s shameful to be a woman.” - Iggy Pop
Iggy Pop is such a bad ass. There’s an interview I watched where his manager talked about having to bail him out of jail. The manager shows up and Iggy is drunk, disorderly, and wearing a dress. His manager asked “Ig, why are you wearing a woman’s dress?” and Iggy replied “I beg to differ, this is a man’s dress.”
It’s like Eddie Izzard says - ‘They’re not women’s clothes. They’re my clothes. I bought them.’
I desire the things which will destroy me in the end.
— Sylvia Plath
So many people are shut up tight inside themselves like boxes,
Yet they would open up,
Unfolding quite nicely,
If only you were interested in them
— Sylvia Plath
And I am done with my graceless heart
So tonight I’m gonna cut it out and then restart
Cause I like to keep my issues drawn
It’s always darkest before the dawn
— F+M
The Lover’s Lullaby
It feels like skin slick with moon light
stardust freckled uopn bare, vulnerable flesh
lit up like the fourth of July.
It is diving into the ocean at the crack of dawn,
an orange sky and hungry swells.
The ember burns as you yearn
towards the depth you’ve only ever heard of.
You’re back on the beach, panting
tiny gusts of air escaping your salty lips
only leaving you a firecracker’s second
to dive back into the ocean’s arms which you were thrown aback by.
It feels like a million butterfly’s wings beating furiously
into spaces of your body you never knew existed.
The consistency of their flight becomes torturous,
they sway and sway until you pray that they stay,
scream that they stay.
Swallow fistfuls of the sea
as you cry out and slip beneath the surface to drown.
You’re a cannon that misfired into a garden,
daisies creep up from beneath the carnage of your explosion
softly lulling you into a far off ecstacy.
Salt clings to your fragrant skin,
as you drunkenly feel the moon tuck you in.
By: Danielle Poirier
