Tim Barrus Blog
Posts tagged with smash-street-boys
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Holding Me Up
In the next year, three million adolescents will run away. Forty percent of them will identify themselves as being gay. Many will take up sex work in order to survive. These kids are at-risk for everything from HIV to being arrested. Depending on the state, runaways under the age of…
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the waffle house poems
i knew he’d be in there he was he was wanted by the cops for shoplifting at fifteen, he had avoided all the traps the hoodie obfuscated his face from the cameras his tongue was not much given to a torrent of words maybe you might get one word grunts…
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4the12
I have conducted an educational study whose results were released today by the National Association of SexWork Bois. Our results clearly indicate that after self-measuring instruments were employed by elves to measure YouKnowWhats, SexWork Bois had bigger Uknows by 12 inches. Why. Do I appear to be the Shell Answer…
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they’re always watching
so, it’s all a mystery what suits and straight people see is sex because that is what they always see they are predictable/ some straight guys like to watch us because they find it titillating/ not in a sexual way, but just in amazement/ it is like watching a train…
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A Guy in the Squat called the Cops
The guy who called the cops had a gun and started shooting it inside the squat. Crazies are the pageantry of nobody’s home. I hope the cops busted his white ass. We were gone by then. Vagrancy is an able seaman.
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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…
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U R
u r not some shallow dumpster dive u r not trash u r not what mom and dad tell u what u might b u r not grace u r not above it all u r not stupid u r not some teacher’s prejudice u r not always strong u…
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sleeping on the floor
there is a cement brick embedded in my back we often sleep in empty rooms where we have slept before the sunlight slipping in like dust is an old story to the likes of us no furniture no computers just our phones no future no dreams no relief from sleeping…