Mod

running a sexuality magazine makes my life
kind of
weird

it's like,
this line between reality and fantasy
that never quite straightens out

i'd forgotten
until i drove back up into the mountains tonight,
to find the apartment still crammed full of sex toys
waiting to be cataloged
left lonely since christmas

i cracked into the old email immediately
to check up on sponsors, donors, sasha grey
to find
12 tumblr followers
2 sets of badly-lit "erotic art"
1 anonymous love letter
1 anonymous bj solicitation

and

"I'm an outside photographer, and I have photos I'd like to submit.
I read your requirements for photography publication.
Will you really need a release from the student model?"

YES, creepster.

then,
1 sex secret i'll never publish
because it's just
too-

(w0w)

this job is starting to make me feel
old-fashioned