Ideal 1st Date
I want a girl to kiss me while we mix homemade thermite into beer cans.
3 scoops of Aluminum Powder.
I’d pour, she’d hold my funnel. We’d touch lips slow and pause.
1 scoop of iron oxide.
She’d shake the funnel while I wait and hope we kiss even slower this time.
“Pass the magnesium baby”
(what if our fingers touched over the thin rigid ribbon and we held hands)??
“I’ll hold it, you can score the fuse with my carbide tipped knife”
SNIP
kiss
Leave your tongue on mine a little longer next time.
She’d wrap the beer can bomb in aluminum foil while I dip a long sock into honey.
I want a girl to make sticky messes with, but also explosions
that burn hotter than lava
through the engine blocks of cop cars with me.
The NYPD only has 14 armored vehicles and 8 helicopters. None of them can withstand burning thermite.
none of them can withstand our heat
I want a girl to keep kissing me after it isn’t even safe to be trans in Bushwick.
I’m so over just hoping to find a girl that let’s me fuck her without a condom
(like most of them let their barely tested cis boyfriends who never even had a vasectomy do)
I want a girl to help me defy the National Guard
for my cock
AND let me cum in her.
Not for righteousness. For my tongue on her’s one more time,
until I whimper, cause she loves me back.
She loves me back even when it’s inconvenient.
Fuck yer last words at the bottom of your FEELD bio:
“hashtag: acab / free Palestine” is too easy in an echo chamber.
I want a girl won’t ditch me in a fight
I don’t fucking care if you say the the “right thing” on the way out…
I want a girl with good jokes
to laugh with
while we launch weighted chains from trebuchets into the propellers of choppers
from the roofs of bodegas.
I wanna belly laugh together
out of mouths smeared with red lipstick,
cause we can’t stop making out between platoons trying to stop us.
I want a girl that’s cool enough to NOT look back at the burning tanks behind us.
Just hold my hand and walk away with me baby.
Leave that shit behind us.
Ignore explosions to kiss me slow, and feel up my dick over my denim.
If 36,000 cops in the 5 boroughs freak you out… we ain’t doing a second date. I get that it sounds like a lot of authority…
… there’s 720,000 dykes, JUST IN MANHATTAN. We got’m 20 to 1.
Have you seen a NY cop? Most of the time they’re fucking with their phones on the street.
If you’re scared to hold down 1 tired human in a uniform
who’s not letting me exist
(when you’re with 20 of your friends)
so we can duct tape the talk button on their walkie
and jam their frequency…
you don’t get my tongue in your mouth.
the cops could call 12,000 National Guard solders in… and that’s cute…
We could call the Jersey queers over,
at least till those Philly queers show up all crusty AF
and ready to burn shit.
So, I need a girl that won’t cause drama in those bigger cliques.
I’m poly, so, ideally 2…. I don’t think I could handle more than 3.
Shit might pop off soon. These are my new dating standards.
