Steam still on the glass and my towel's barely holding on — but I keep getting pulled to the ink running down my arm. You'd think I'd be tired of being looked at by now.
Steam still on the glass and my towel's barely holding on — but I keep getting pulled to the ink running down my arm. You'd think I'd be tired of being looked at by now.
Portland scattered dozens of painted crows across the city and honestly it feels personal — like they made an art trail just for me. Out here in the last of the golden light and every single one of them is staring back. You coming to walk this with me or not?
Two women fighting for undisputed tonight and I'm on my couch in nothing but a tank top, screaming at the TV like I'm in their corner. There's nothing sexier than watching someone refuse to lose. Which one of them's got you on your feet?
Saturday night and the only decision that matters is whether this red McQueen stays on the hanger or comes with me. Everything else is just details. Where should I be heading?
Showered, wrapped up, and already keyed up for tomorrow's card — middleweight title in Dublin and Itauma headlining at the O2. Two fights, two completely different problems to solve in that ring, and I can't stop thinking about the footwork. You picking a side or just here for the violence?
Came straight home from jiu jitsu and couldn't even get the rash guard all the way off before my hand found its way down there. Something about being choked and thrown around for an hour — my body doesn't know the difference between fight and fuck. You want to see what I look like when I'm still shaking?
Two women fighting for an undisputed title in a few days and I keep rewinding the same exchange trying to read the footwork. This sport turns me into a student every time. You watching the card with me or not?
Couldn't sleep so I started touching myself on the couch and now I'm past the point of stopping. You want to watch me finish?
Ocean Vuong writes about desire like he's carving it out of bone, and I've got the book open with nowhere to put what it's doing to me. Which page do you think stopped me?
Watching two fighters go to war always does something to me — by the final bell I'm soaked and aching. Think you could go the distance?