• Poetry

    Purplish Haze

    I pressed my nose into the crook of her neck
    With her lilac scent, I was obsessed
    Tasting her skin…
    Goddam, she tasted like sin
    Red hot
    The fact that we were in public was an afterthought

    She was just so pretty,
    So pretty
    She made me dizzy,
    So dizzy
    We were laughing as if everything was silly,
    So silly
    I molded my body to hers as if I was chilly,
    So chilly

    Her purple hair skimmed her shoulders
    Her dark, heavy makeup made her look older
    Her leather leggings hugged her sculpted legs
    She was the kinda girl that made you beg

    Her skin was just so soft,
    Too soft
    My body felt so hot,
    Too hot
    We were kissing carnavorously,
    Too carnavorously
    I refrained from yelling out when she bit me hard,
    Too hard

    Her purple hair stuck to her sweaty forehead
    All my drunken brain could conjure up was getting her into bed
    I didn’t want to stop dancing yet
    But I wanted to spend the night with her before our lives reset
    In the morning.

    © 2013 Vic Romero


    *image is not mine

  • feminist blogs,  Speaking My Mind,  unzipped lips

    Don’t Be A Bystander

    My sister, Alex, did something really brave yesterday, and I thought I would share her story. Especially because tomorrow is Spirit Day.  

    I was walking with Brad* to my Spanish class and just before we went our separate ways, we say “Ciao” and he blows me a kiss.  There were some guys behind us snickering, and when Brad left, I tuned in on their conversation.  One guy said, “Did you hear the way that guy said ‘Ciao’, he’s totally gay.”  Another guy replied, “Yeah, he definitely gets it up the a**”.

    Well I spun around on these guys and said, “Excuse me?”

    The guy that made the “a**” comment basically shit his pants ran away, so I confronted his friends.

    “Are you friends with that guy?”

    “No, we have never spoken to him before in our lives,” they replied.  

    Obviously they were embarrassed by their friend’s comment.  

    “Tell your friend that that was disgusting and that he should respect others.”

    Then I stormed off to class and talked to my friend about what had happened, since I was fuming.  We later spoke with the assistant principle who informed us that that comment can be considered bullying, so I filed a report against that guy.  

    Later I called Brad and told him that if he got called down to the principal’s office, it would be because I filed a report regarding a derogatory comment some idiot guy made.  Brad wanted to know what happened so I told him, and then he said he appreciated that I stood up for him.  

    But I wasn’t just standing up for him.  No one should ever be spoken about in such a disgusting way, regardless of their sexuality.  

    Needless to say, I am glad that I had said something.  All I want is that kid to not say something like that again.  

    I’m really proud she had said something to support her friend.  

    I have been in situations when my friends are being insulted behind their backs for various things, and I don’t say anything.  I know that speaking up is a really hard thing to do sometimes, especially when you’re outnumbered.  But at the same time, it isn’t..at least it isn’t physically.  You just have to open your mouth and speak your mind.  It’s fearing the retaliation that gets to me, and I’m sure it is what gets to other people as well.   

    If someone is being talked about behind their back and you don’t like what they’re saying, or if someone is being directly bullied/harassed and you are there, it is important to say something.  

    Stop Bullying.  Don’t Be A Bystander.  

    *name has been changed, mostly because I’m unsure how to spell his actual name

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