Someone told me that it’s nice
that we contain each other while we live
so far from our boy partners
as though we are just convenient—
how generous this friendship
with its hair strokes on the couch
and moaning behind a closed door.
The others decided
it’s more normal
to let a strange man in this house
than it is to let me in your bed.
I’m sure there are conversations
in this house that I’m
glad I’m not there for—
maybe they happen
while we’re busy
turning inside out,
our hips conduits for
the most gentle types of vulgar,
our hands misty and anointed.
I am a kinky, non-monogamous, bisexual literary PR assistant and copyeditor living in San Diego. I graduated from UCSB’s College of Creative Studies in 2021, my capstone project being a body of essays and poetry on trauma, sexuality, and healing. Apart from being a dungeon enthusiast, I take pride in writing about those dungeons and all the weird queerness I’m lucky to embrace in this short life. I tweet at @michellee_rae and can be reached at firstname.lastname@example.org.