August 2009
2 posts
“And what traces, what crumpled ephemera—a carelessly written note, a...”
– Notebook, undated
from notebook, december 05
Why is wrestling so satisfying? Skin on skin, grunting, forcing someone down, strange sweat slick on your own. As a young teen wrestling was making out. The same basic thrills, the same flush, the touching, but without actually doing anything scandalous. Even now it has its thrill, though not as wild and fraught as when I was thirteen. There is an animal playfulness that is lost in fucking....
