Posts Tagged: Rumpus Essay

Under My Kilt

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It’s heavier than I thought it would be, and stiffer. The cotton drill fabric has the feel of an army jacket. The snaps and clasps and buckles have a certain sensuality, a resonance of kink, but otherwise, in color and heft, the garment is as ordinary as any one of the many pairs of pants […]

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From the Archive: The Saturday Rumpus Essay: I Left My Heart in Taos

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You might gasp. You might gasp and your heart slips out. You whisper and let red willows drift toward the river.

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From the Archive: The Sunday Rumpus Essay: The Butch and the Bathroom

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Then there is the bathroom issue. My beloved is like me, like you, like anyone. Sometimes a person has to go.

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From the Archive: The Dark All Around Us

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There is still light in the dark. This is the paradox that Little Bear has to accept in order to fall asleep.

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From the Archive: Unbound

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It’s always been ground glass, scraping against my insides. I imagine a light held to the place where I open would illuminate a mess of torn flesh, throbbing red-wet.

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