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Name: Megan
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Interests: Music, Photography, Drama
Expertise: Music Ed, French Horn
Occupation: Student


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Member Since: 1/4/2005

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Friday, October 16, 2009

Fail

I once lifted from a dream
right in between my eyes my inner monologue says
"And that is the secret to life"

Except I can't fucking remember what it was.


Saturday, August 29, 2009

Creedo

I am not a freak,
I am not a slut,
I am not a dyke,
or a prostitute.
I just work in a porn store.

I haven't tried everything in the store,
I haven't watched every video here,
I am not extremely sexually experienced.
I'm just good at my job. 

I'm not trying to impress you.
I don't want you to stare at me,
I'm not asking for it by working here.
I'm just good looking.

I am not impressed by your sexuality
but I will NEVER judge you for it.

I will not pressure you,
I will not try to upsell you,
but I will always try to give you what you need or want
and will always try to keep you safe. 
I do research so you don't have to. 

I will not be judged.
I will not feel bad.
I will tell you when you are being an asshole.
I will freely and happily swing dildos above my head whilst helping customers.
I will wear shorts, because it's fucking hot in here.
I will laugh with you, and never at you. 

Sexuality is a right. Not a privilege.
I will not be knocked down
or put on a pedestal
for being proud of mine.


Saturday, June 06, 2009

Gabriel

Today a native man came into my job at the restaurant.
He requested a manager, and a private room.
I told him I would see what I could do,
since we have no private rooms.

When I came back, he was crying.

A woman in the dining room
who has tea and honey a few times a week with her friend
bought him a pizza, and called the homeless shelter

I rubbed his back and asked if he wanted to talk

He sniffled
wiped his eyes
and nodded.

He cried and cried
mumbled something about his ex wife
Something about money
Something about his wife wanting his money
and threatening to send him to jail.

And he cried some more

He told me he was disabled
I didn't even notice his right hand was clubbed and awkward.
He told me "I am smart up here [his head] but not here [hands]".
He told me it gets worse as you get older

"And I hate to say it, but thats when your family disowns you"

My new friend Gabriel can't see his daughter graduate,
because her mother says he shouldn't be allowed in public.
I saw his heart breaking.

I couldn't do anything but bring him his pizza.
And cheese.

In all of his minty-fresh drunkeness
Gabriel fell asleep in the dining room
Woke up to eat
and passed out again.

He tried to leave and aloofly said he should go to the hospital.
I dragged him back in to call him a cab
Split up my tip money
and waited for his ride to the hospital.
I asked him if he had anything to drink
He told me he had some beers.
I asked him if he had anything else to drink.
He told me he had some mouthwash.
Then he prayed.

I put him in the cab, gave the driver my money
and went back to do the dishes.
And while the cooks and drivers made fun of Indians and retards
I cried and cried.


Friday, June 05, 2009

I was sorry to hear about your parent

Looking in the mirror I poke at my bottom canine
I tug and it comes loose, leaving a large, smooth gap
and the taste of iron on my tongue.
I bark madly; things like
"I lost a tooth" and "come back to me!"

I am a father to a child I have never met.
I kiss him, and am concerned about the rash on his cheek.
I think "You are a horrible fucking mother".
Get out of my face please,
I will spit my toothy blood on you, you awful blonde bitch.
Stay out of my dreams.

I can still feel the roots of my teeth
pulling on my gums
and finally letting go with a satisfying

Pop.




Tuesday, January 13, 2009

New Years

A redhead kisses my hand and utters
you're cute.
Squealing and blushing I scamper through the park
I stay up until three
keeping true to my word.

Fridge magnets and snakes on the offense filling up my dreams
I bubble up and boil over with happiness.



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