|—||-Unknown (via psych-facts)|
I am not ashamed to say that I have thought
about you while I touched myself.
I thought about your absence.
How it has twisted me into this monster
Who is only satisfied when sexualized
In all the wrong ways.
I have suckled on the fingers of men
Who would rather hear a boy moan “Daddy”
Than someone his own age
Tell him he is loved.
I have re-enacted my own rape scene
To come to terms with it existing as much a part of me
As my left thumb— the one my brother
Used to cling to in his sleep.
Baby, love my dirty parts as much
As you will love the days
Spent being pure at heart,
Because these things will never leave me.
Maybe they have built me
Into a person I can’t recognize, this is true,
But when I meet you, do not hold it against me—
A weapon poised to take me out.
I am I forever, and I cannot change it.
I am I forever, even when I yearn for difference.
|—||Lorne Ryan, Confession (via defense-mechanisms)|
"Howl’s Moving Castle"-2004