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La Mil Amores

El Rokero Quita V-cards: Very loud, very fast and left me very sore. It was like having sex with a rabbit in heat. My lonjas bounced all over, I could barely hold my shirt down and this fool couldn’t care less as long as his dick was somewhere in between my legs. I swear he popped out twice and was thrusting in between my left thigh and pussy lip. He made a weird O-face and his sweat kept dripping on me. I wanted him out of my room so I pretended my mom was coming home and he needed to…

I Swore My Heart Away When I Was 14

I Swore My Heart Away When I Was 14. I remember lying in bed rogandole a la virgencita to please keep my dad safe from harm hoping for a call I knew I wasn’t gonna get. Praying I wouldn’t get a phone call that he’s been found dead by some dumpster. I remember a night in particular when I got tired of praying for him So I prayed for me. Le pedi que me isiera no quererlo mas Que lo sacara de mi corazon I cried big heavy tears that soaked my pillow and mixed with bugers and saliva. I…

Selfish Lover

“It doesn’t always have to be about you.” It is always about me though. You make it about me. You make it about me making it about myself. But it isn’t about me. It’s about you. You take my silence for anger, instead of hurt. You justify your actions by blaming the situation on me. You shrink me, because you can, and when I refuse to let you, I’m being an overactive heartless bitch. “You started it. You said something hurtful, so I said something even more hurtful back. I had to one-up you. You act like you’re the only…

de/romantic revolutions

I remember the first time I went to the MEChA meeting he was there to the side with his Ché mane sad eyes and I liked him                                                                         (no, you don’t understand) he’s a beautiful brown man he reminds me of my brother lost, rocky childhood, angry, charismatic, womanizer but wants to be a lawyer or politician do right by his people                                                                         (his mother) first time he holds my hand, we’re at the movies watching motorcycle diaries his sweaty palm, let’s go stares and for a moment I imagine revolutionary love                                                                         (wack right?) that’s when he tells me…

A Note to My Boyfriend, My Compadre: I Am Beautiful.

Dear X, I’m sad in our relationship right now. I’m sad you don’t like my body. I’m still learning to like my body after years of hating it. Loathing it. Wanting to mutilate it. Agonizing over it. And I’m not sure we’re in a healthy space because of your disinterest or desire for my body to look like something other than what it is. This scares me and scars me. What might be worse is that your interest in me sexually had declined. I cannot look like those girls who you watch get fucked day after day. I will not…