How do you pick up the threads of an old life,How do you go on,When in your heart you begin to understead,there is no going back.There are somethings that time cannot mend.some hurts they go to deep.that have taken hold.
House as a kind of kinship/read and shade/whether the camera(director) having phallus/“the feminization of black gay men and the complex of racist, homophobic, misogynist, and classist constructions that belong to a larger hegemonies of oppression/vogue dance/phantasmatic reality/justaposition of the “normal scene and the ball
Enigma. For my own blood to flow ages through, for steady warmth and a haven safe and true, I’d give my life self-willingly and freely, had not its volatile, needle-like sword been leading me, like a thread, throughout the world.