Is it too much of me to ask for a sugar daddy who’ll pay for me to be able to go to the spa everyday to bathe in the blood and cum of twinks who have been freshly murdered so that I may retain my youthful energy and beauty?  Just the simple things.

Don’t yell at me for not knowing that you’re severely ill when you live on the other side of the state, don’t have a cell phone or stable internet access, haven’t physically seen me in a year, and have only mentioned this illness (which only sprang up a couple of days ago) last night in a Facebook status.

Am I crazy for thinking this?

I got bored…

Improvisation to Bach

Dancer: A.J. Pflumm
Music: “Suiten für Violoncello” by Bach

Forgive my terribleness

Everyone has such beautifully happy and sparkly lives and I have no idea how to do that.

I can’t with this little bugger anymore.

The only man I’ll ever love….

If corporations are people, then why can’t I marry one?  Marriage equality for all corporsexuals!!!!

If you’re not a dancer, then please don’t try to dictate what I should do with my life to me.  Don’t tell me things like “I know 40 year old dancers” then claim that they got there by not dancing for twenty years.  Don’t tell me that I have plenty of time as a dancer and that I should “take a break and not worry about dancing.”  Don’t try to discourage me from what I want to do for a living.  Don’t try to make me feel bad for wanting to make some kind of living in my chosen art form just because you’re working in a field that you don’t want to work in.

Pour me full
of all that you fear
until my belly distends
and I find myself
unable to harvest
the fruits of my breath.