Tim Barrus Blog
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He Disappears Into His Wounds
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Sex Work On a Bike
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Soon. Cumming to a theatre near you.
It occured to us that there could be some survival money in showing up at the home of the trick (or more likely plural, tricks) who was paying us to watch us have sex on one of our bikes. Again, plural.
There is…
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His Fundamental Conflict
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We infantilize children into stereotypes that are expectations around what they can do and cannot be permited to do, behaviorally in concert with the stereotype’s stereotype. Boys love sports. Women like to cook.
Education itself is a stereotype. Some boys might not like sports. Some girls might not be eager…
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HIS DARKLING TONGUE
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his darkling tongue of pour/ inside my bitterness whose lights were like film, hurried/ grainy all my shit is grainy trix in a filthy rain as if his cock down my throat was another dead day of gravestones on the lawn/
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Autumn in the Outer Banks
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One of Andrew’s tricks took us out on his boat. It was great being away from writing, elections, disease and noise.
My favorite part of the day is when the dolphins chase you.
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bikerbabies
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Censorship At The New York Times
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When a publication publishes you at 10am — for the entire world to see — but by 11am, or less than an hour later, they unpublish you, they yank your work down, this is what is known in journalism as censorship.
The reason the New York Times publishes me, and…
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My Bike In Paris
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J’ai donné mon vélo à Paris à ce gamin qui voulait un vélo. Il y avait une condition. Je suis autorisé à l’appeler à tout moment pour me renseigner sur l’état de mon vélo.
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knowing you
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This whole time I have known you, there has been this undercurrent of my attempting to reach you through what – I do not know – but I do know what it feels like. It seems as if we are in detention. It’s visiting hours, and I’m trying to articulate…
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Cold Motel
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We called it the Cold Motel. It was cold. How cold was it. It was so cold, people were chipping their teeth sucking dick.
I wish I could say we were smart enough not to ride the bike up here. But we’re just not that fucking smart.
There’s an electric…