“]WTF] am I thinking? That’s not normal, right? That fucking word: normal, normal, normal. “Normal” has caused me to malfunction so many times…”

Email To: Anna 20XX Subject: [REDACTED]

“Firstly, fuck ‘normal’. Who gets to say what ‘normal’ is anyway? Fuck that and fuck them.”

Anna

Dreams—Spontaneous

Subject: the kind of thing which is not kind, but a kind of loving.

We were talking dates—the bath I ran an hour ago is cool—I check you’re awake—you are, barely perhaps: pretending; perhaps, too content—you’re enjoying the book I’m reading—I think it’s disturbing—your eye-cloth needs dampening—I kiss you—you hold me there, tell me something, you say while I cover your eyes—do you want me to hurt you later, or are you OK? —I think you’d have to surprise me. Do you want to? —I think […] you should […]  [REDACTED]—you stare at me; seconds pass before I reply—I can’t, you’ve got work tomorrow—seconds pass before you reply—No, you whisper, I don’t and pull me into the bath—do it here, do it now, you say, if you need to [REDACTED], then so do I. Make. Me. [REDACTED]—so I do, and you kiss me … hard, immediately—your mouth tastes of [REDACTED]—you smile … and sink back prone—wine? I ask—wine.

—JustD

*I cannot find the credit for the image—I am always uncomfortable posting without the proper credits, but I needed this one. If anyone can confirm the author of the picture, I’d appreciate it.