Writing about anarchism, queerism, trans life, and orgasms.

Electro-lit, Red-bull, Coffee, and painstakingly sober.
My habits have grown so healthy and I want to die.
All work and No play makes me want to drink myself to death
I’m starting to miss alcoholism and the ways I could dismiss —
My job, my rent, my friends, and my life with only a bottle to blame
These days I’m drinking legal stimulants in a ‘healthy’ amount
And I have to go to work, so I can pay me rent, so I can host friends
Or not really — there isn’t enough room for friends in this studio
But it gives me a place to sleep so I can wake up in the morning
And visit friends — at least in theory,