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email: noreia@planet-save.com.

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body jewelry by bodyPUNKS!

body jewelry by bodyPUNKS!

body jewelry by BodyPUNKS!

 

oh, i long to thrash and scream, to feel the bass in my chest, altering my heartbeat under no lights but red.  to be male and female, to want male and female.  to smell the sweat and cologne and smoke.  to plead, "love me?  love me."  to be lost in a crowd, anonymous among moving bodies, to hear music again.  to bleed again.  to go far away and be fully myself, in the face of all the Christian teenagers this world has to offer.  what must that feel like -- no secrets, no lies?  and maybe i would do it, if it were only about me.  but it's not only about me. 

last night i tried to call a boy, to see if maybe he would drive me on freeways for hours under city lights, if maybe he would offer me a smoke, if maybe i could feel normal somehow.  but the phone screeched in my ear, and i read in front of a fire and slept in uncertainty. 

love me

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