Tim Barrus Blog

  1. Fuck the Police

    I do. I keep an S&M playroom in a city I do not live in. One’s street creds will precede you especially if you play your reputation right. Exploiting yourself or why are you here. I have written a lot of sex. Both gay and straight. Some people find me

  2. We. All. Live. In. Fear.

    The police are the enemy. They know it. And you know it. If you do NOT know it, then there is something wrong with you.

  3. Resisting Arrest: Fuck the Police

    The best way to resist arrest is to simply run. So many cops are just plain old fucking fat. Give them a real obstacle course to deal with. You should know that there are cops who will shoot you in the back. Plastic handcuffs can be whittled down and cut…

  4. Tim Barrus: New York Times

    How courageous does it have to be to not vote for a ruthless, hateful, deeply disturbed despot. Some. Not a lot. Trump is looking scared. He should look scared. When he’s gone from the White House – one way or another – it’s going to all come at him like…

  5. Fuck the System

    fighting for existence each whispering of chaos and disorder or each failure by assiduous marking in the book of marks his eyes burn his face in hunger standing quietly by the window overlooking the graves by memory of the night marches old with the revolts of awe https://timbarrus.tumblr.com

  6. Smoke and Mirrors


  7. Tim Barrus: New York Times

    The definition of evil has to do with indifference. When American democracy is indifferent to the American people, democracy itself risks being rendered as an amusing afterthought, one that cannot stand in the face of a dictaorship. Power is power, and people who have it will pull out the big

  8. His Face Is Naked

    Tim Barrus: New York Times I live in Appalachia. If Trump doesn’t wear a mask, my neighbors do not have to wear a mask. “No One Can Make Us.” There is no disease expert to advise us on ignorance. There is no disease expert to advice us on fear. There

  9. Tim Barrus: New York Times: Opinion

    When my four-year-old gets mad, he wets his pants. He thinks that if he has a temper tantrum about having to wear shoes, I’ll forget about him eating all the toothpaste in the house. A four-year-old lives in a world of his own, and from time to time, the outside

  10. i washed him/

    i washed him with the blue washcloth/ i washed his teeth, inside his mouth, his lips, and down his neck/ i washed his balls, his hole, his cock, i have wandered in the woods of him/ coming home late in the winter with his cum still in my mouth/ i