RT - now can we have sex I once fantasised faking a terminal illness just to guilt trip you into fucking me on my supposed deathbed because how do you say no to an imminently dead person we were so close so many times and it was only my youthful psychical and your gender libidinous insecurties that prohibited us from enjoying what would be the ultimately profound-est sex imagineable anyway I hope you weep until you get a raging hard-on when you see how beautiful my corpse is and what you missed out on that's not bitterness some days I barely even register your existence it's just truth etched in limp cold flesh so get out of retail and please for me do something with your life beyond your father's looming vile shadow I have such scarce emotional appreciation of you I feel like such an aesthete when I consider your presence but hell we're all operating on multiple simultaneous identities and maybe somewhere within a deeper skin I actually love you what the hell just make sure you fuck my corpse bonsoir