THE BLOG OF DISQUIET :Qweir Notions,an uncommonplace-book from the Armpit of Diogenes, binge-thinker jottings since2008.
Saturday 20 March 2010
Whitey wishes he were black
I am the indecent colour of dying, a shame-shifted corpse of beige-pink-blue-gray - the ku-klux shade of ambition and lying. The taste of my heart is the taste of dismay.
My homo-fantasy is to be lying in a forest clearing in the Congo, surrounded by beautiful Congolese men, who, ejaculating copiously on to me, turn my skin from a shameful ivory to a proud and beautiful ebony... And then they bring me to a rich, transcendental orgasm...
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My homo-fantasy is to be lying in a forest clearing in the Congo, surrounded by beautiful Congolese men, who, ejaculating copiously on to me, turn my skin from a shameful ivory to a proud and beautiful ebony...
And then they bring me to a rich, transcendental orgasm...
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