What U R Putting On

It’s not about your socks. It’s not about your sacred hoodie. It’s not about your underpants. It’s not about your shoes or your cock. It’s about your second selves. The ones that are whispering in your year that the sex work you are doing is killing you. That is not…

Tim Barrus: NYTimes: We Need A Revolution in Art Museums

I work with young adolescent boys at-risk who do sex work and have HIV. Mainly, I teach photography and video art. The traditional museum and the traditional foundation would be appalled by us. Sex work is a crime. That makes the boys criminals. The issue is actually poverty, and that…

GoBack2FuckingHellIAmAlreadyThere

Stick it in my mouth and cum. Then, pay me. My next door neighbor’s house lets winter seep into it like the grey February rain drains through the roof. Go back to where you came from. Hate itself is telling us about hatred in Trump’s America. I hate America. I…

Aurelien Was a Whore

That word again. Aurelien was a veteran of the whore wars. He wanted to be a sex work activist. He wanted us to decriminalize what he did, what I did, what everyone we knew, everyone we lived with, everyone in our drug-saturated bubble did. Sex work was and is mainly…

who cares

Loving Boys At-Risk: Just Before the Cure

I am acutely aware of the fact that no one in a million years would dare to publish this. That does not mean I do not need to write it. I needed to write it. Yet I can see where it fits tightly into JUST BEFORE THE CURE which is…

Breathing Under Stress

it was like breathing with a plastic bag tied over your head in and out in and out/ and you should not have been able to breathe at all no one knows that you are really there/ the alarms did not go off they never do/ the people you loved…

Dead Whores

Stop asking me what photography means. The dead ones and the ones who are still alive. They do not become indignant or outraged if I call them whores. It is what they call themselves. Only normals get their hackles up. Stop asking me who the normals are. Normals are beneath…

Le Travail Sexuel est un Acte Politique

Annonce de vente sexualisée image de la pute comme petite baise nette mais il est magnifique.

he will not appear to be obviously at-risk 2u

but he appears to be at HIGH-RISK 2me i am tired of seeing it i said rock i am tired of no one else wants to look at it oh Ucare oh Ucare Oh Ucare LOOK at it LOOK at it it is not that subtle signs red flags timers…

Except For This

except for this, i am always hanging on to stones/ i should have known better than to take a dancer home/ at least i called it a home/ someone had to/ i do have rules/ rule#1/ never ever ever ever take a dancer home unless you are completely mad/ a…

Except For This

except for this, i am always hanging on to stones/ i should have known better than to take a dancer home/ at least i called it a home/ someone had to/ i do have rules/ rule#1/ never ever ever ever take a dancer home unless you are completely mad/ a…

The Sleeping of Oblivion

you are not unlike any other of the eternally salvaged materials/ a fluid moment in the snow/ the headlights beckoning/ perhaps there will be food tonight/ your belly growls with the teeth of it, and you hope he won’t want to fuck you/ the wreckage is adrift upon the hills…

Video: Smashing the Silence

Usually, they are following me. This time, I am following them. With cameras. Three to be exact. We switch roles. They have always followed me if I am organizing. But not this time. I can only write small glimpses of what they do, what they’re about, what being marginal really…

Midnight Playground

for quick cash there was always the midnight playground where the tricks would slowly emerge from their hiding places in the shadows and the trees the stars above you cannot be heard for the tigers and the local wolves

Tim Barrus: New York Times: Boys Raped

Some kids have never had real parents. They have always parented themselves. https://www.nytimes.com/2019/03/16/style/snowplow-parenting-scandal.html?comments#permid=31096013 College admission? I work with young adolescent boys with HIV. In rural Appalachia. Reading about parenting is like reading about Mars. Every boy has been raped. You think not. Overly dramatic. Yet rape is a way of…

Driving Through a Dream: Post 1

You don’t know me. I used to be a Smash Street Boy a few years ago. I left because I had an opportunity and a scholarship to attend a flight school. I have been back to Smash Street a few months now. I am helping Tim. Trig and I are…

Put On Yer WarPaint

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WHEN DEATH IS BEST

I been voted to be the one who would write this about our little film WHEN DEATH IS BEST. I am not a writer. Writing sucks. I can barely spell. But I know stuff about HIV you do not know. HIV is a bitch to live with because you have…

Another Night of Whores

the fuckbucket slinks around the block not unlike the tongues of midnight in ten thousand of them creep along the sidewalks, too if only i could steal myself free of some trick’s eating of my ass i would do it like a tyrant’s vein so blue in temperament all that’s…

Sam the Man

Hitches rides in highway rest areas. Sometimes they’ll take you where you’re going. Sometimes they’ll take you to where they are going. Sometimes, you get thrown into a ditch.

The Bondage of Homelessness

Almost all of the men who contact me with requests that I tie them up and jack them off are doing so because they know I am homeless (the trick always has to lord it over the proverbial whore) and used to be the writer who got them off. Celebrity…

Turning Tricks

I am compelled to put my bullshit about how sex work is bad for adolescent boys because sex work is what is keeping us alive. Eat shit, Tim. Finally some food. And not dumpster food. Eleven of us in one small motel room. This does not mean I have to…

I’m Washing My Hair That Night

If there was a way to skateboard in a flood, we would find it. Business as usual. Intervention Is. Sometimes impossible. I have learned the hard way that you cannot impose interventions on adolescent boys twenty-four hours a day. It’s not my fault. I didn’t raise them. I am merely…