betrayal
It's not about making love, it's about sexuality. Ah your values, your values, if you could put them where I think for once!
Courage is a taboo, and everyone has their own way of convincing themselves that they are not completely devoid of it.
To remain silent would be a decent way of stifling thought, which will always be the painful expression of an order given to oneself by one's own mental bourgeoisie.
My great adaptability is an absolute violence to me. I hate any relationship that forces me to do so. Rare is the one that goes the way I want it to.
You're very sweet... but I think you're trying to impose your beliefs on me. Yes, I think I am. But you're very sweet...
How long will the indignation in its flamboyant expression last, when people start obeying and denying their identity again the very next day?
Adult, your world is a mistake from start to finish. You have been wrong and always will be. In doing so, you are dragging us, those of us who do not want to be part of your world.
I only create the sadistic setting of a sort of 'for Hate' party, so that I can play, sing and dance quietly in my corner.
Poetry of micro betrayal, invisible to the eye, but so strongly felt that it takes years to express its substance, to draw its outlines.
Between denial and rewards, the ordinary little fascism of parental education could be seen in the expressions on my father's face.
