I undressed you with my eyes, I have maybe even raped you in a dark and eerie corner of my mind.
I tucked you there and touched you in a dream last night, pushed you aside when you entered my thoughts at the wrong time.
I have sat up upon your lap and saddled my thighs around your hips like ropes. I rode you on a chair and in the shower And all the while I clung heavy to your back
my desire deeply harnessed in your spine,
While I squeezed you like a tree trunk- you may have been one- sexless and comfort in your mind, even barer than a child’s. I’m riding recklessly through a thick and humid jungle growing anxious with the deep and primal yearning that stirs, Deeply pulsing up toward the surface like sap rising or honey or tar.
“When I was 18 I wanted to fuck on the floor and break shit. When I was 25 I wanted to fuck on the floor and break shit. When I was 35 I wanted to fuck on the floor and break shit. Now I’m 40 and I want to fuck on the floor and break shit.”—Sylvia Plath
“The whole delusion of she must be attempting to be seductive or she wouldn’t be wearing that / talking about this is at its core egotistical. And, fine, let’s say a woman is trying to be seductive. What the hell makes you think you’re the one she’s trying to seduce? And if you aren’t, what the hell makes you think you have any right to shove yourself into her business? Your thoughts are your own: you are free to notice her, think about her, fantasize, etc.–you are not free to involve her, through actions or words that disclose what’s going on in your pants, unless she specifically consents and makes it clear.”—The Nonconsensual Sexualization of Unintending Young Women, by Nahida at The Fatal Feminist. (via skalja)