a collection of art, writing, code
around the theme of
love, relationships, heartbreak, and digital technology
a collection of art, writing, code
around the theme of
love, relationships, heartbreak, and digital technology
i used to let boys glow
on the othersideless window
of my desktop screen
as i sat in the garage
with our only computer
under the spotlight
of a single lamp
i waited for them patiently
i liked them to IM me first
they were like hey hi sup
i was like nm u?
they told me about their girlfriends
they told me about their dads
they told me about my ass
when i saw them at school
they looked limp + greasy
they looked 3D + empty
they said things like hey hi sup
they said nothing
in computer lab i'd IM the boy next to me
he had the worst screenname of all
something about ireland and numbers
we didn't even look at each other
but once he reached his left hand over
right hand still on the mouse...
in the garage
with my hand on the mouse
i liked to be the one to sign off first
sometimes i'd sign off and look at porn
or buy some books
boys used to look like words
i told them real + fake things
they told me i was like a butterfly
they told me i was a slut
they told me that they had just cut themselves
one told me he had never been kissed
we met up + i kissed him irl
later when i was back in the garage
he told me he only liked me for my body
+ i was like
me too
To whom it may concern:
I am writing to inform you of an unfortunate miscommunication. Last night, when you asked me, "How was it for you?" I lied in my response. In my defense, you asked in such a manner that could only elicit pity, but still, I should have replied with candor and upmost honesty. To correct this error, and apologize for buckling under social pressures, I would like to answer your question more truthfully.
No, the sex was not good for me. You lasted five minutes and refused to put on a condom. Due to this partisan decision, I will now spend the next two weeks praying to Gods I don't believe in to please make blood flow out of my vagina this month, while I also berate myself for exchanging a potential pregnancy for shitty sex. In the future, I suggest that you correct this error by first going to your local store and purchasing a box of condoms, and then rolling one onto your cock during your next sexual activity. On the matter of lasting, which may seem difficult to improve but I assure you is not, I would like to impart the following advise: you can increase the amount of time your partner experiences pleasure by doing more than just ramming your cock inside them. In addition to penetration, you can perform oral sex, or any form of foreplay, accounting for the imperativeness of clitoral attention. If you have trouble finding the clitoris, you can ask your partner or consult a wiki-how article beforehand. It is worth noting that most women cannot orgasm from penetration alone. I therefore advise that you also stimulate your partner's clitoris during penetrative sex, using objects such as your hand, body, vibrator, literally anything. It is highly unlikely that your partner reaches climax during five minutes of penetration, and chances are further lessened if you ask them repeatedly "Are you close?" If you take these steps into consideration, I assure you that your fucking skills will improve. Do not hesitate to contact me if you have further questions.
Best of luck in your future endeavors.
Motion capture to represent love in its purest form
"These are some collages I created out of Playboy magazines from 1971. I liked being able to take images from the magazines and make the women look more powerful and independent."
"I endured a lot of unrequited crushes during college and it was nice to be able to create and share images that gave off sensuality and confidence when I didn't always feel like I did."
What happens if a masochist and a narcissist get together? How about if one person is a drama queen while the other is totally apathetic? Or what about you and your crush??!
Use the relationship simulator to find out! Specify the personality types and the initial feelings of a pair of people and watch the sparks fly.
