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Deviant Dyke

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Here lays a journey of the trails and tribulations as of Deviant Dyke in the City.

Deviant Dyke explores the realm of sexual deviations, gender expression and identification, attraction and the queer community.

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  • ::Secret\'s Insincerity::

    Posted on Monday December 14th, 2009 at 19:08

    The keyboard keys clicked furiously away as strained eyes try to focus intently on number and alpha-grams frantically surveying across the screen, erratic but hypnotic, continuously directing my eyes to swallow up the remainder of light as I tried no...

  • ::We Have a Love Sung Out by a Thousand Sirens:: (working title)

    Posted on Tuesday December 8th, 2009 at 15:10

    We have a love sung out by a thousand sirens; magnet that’s we are. And my heart is a tipsy cup waving back and forth unable to find ground cause I am your captive ready to be apprehended and held down.I have to admit.At times I worry I’ll never ...

  • ::Restitutive Reputations::

    Posted on Wednesday December 2nd, 2009 at 12:10

    When I was younger I’d eat cough drops like candy chase bubbles til I was frantic. Manic I’d talk to dogs when I was panicked about how lonesome the world was at five. And sometimes I’d try to stand beside or above, limbering on monk...

  • :: I Don\'t ::

    Posted on Tuesday December 1st, 2009 at 09:23

    I don’t think of you, In the sharp catatonic corners of my irreverent mind Or In the volcanic aftermath that threatens to overturn my abbreviated breath Or In my sense memory lines wielding my fingers involuntary to click yes. This t...

  • :::Wanton Inequity::

    Posted on Wednesday November 18th, 2009 at 11:00

    I've been waiting days for you.Around this corner propped against old tattered bricks with plaster rapidly slipping to ill stained concrete as my back readjusted against it's fierce eternal nature. Each night. I waited as the moon progressed through ...

  • ::Licentious Languidly::

    Posted on Wednesday November 4th, 2009 at 12:13

    You were playing romantic games of spin the bottle on pebbled stone streets with an old rusting can of soup that you meant to save to keep you warm from fear. It’s liquid languidly making its way down the gutter; a dessert only the ants can fully a...

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