Chattahoochee Dick (2021)

This text is a re-written journal account of a teenage hook-up experience I had. The initial version glorified the sex; this text condemns it

Digital Print and Installation, 8x10

text: in 2013 when it was too hot and too wet to wear clothes outside i let my knees warp to the ridged terrain of a parking lot for someone who hated me underneath. couldn't open his mouth except to beg for me or for some object of my nature. and then. why fuck me in tenderness when we can fuck on asphalt. why think about softly coming when you know your dick will just get soft with blackness around. and why wait till night to fuck with my blackness when you can just wait for the night to swallow that sweaty-river-water-reeking-dick of yours. and i just feel like… to him i was as foreign as the night sky, just as awe-inspiring, just as black, and just as much of a person. the way he licked mine was hard and i wondered if we both tasted like the polluted river water that seemed to be coming out our pores. i liked it better to swim alone. when he couldn't cum he blamed the Chattahoochee River; he blamed the water. when my white friend swallowed his cum after giving him head in the shower i felt ugly. all that water, maybe it saved me from swallowing the void of someone who uses life to negate lives. i watched them come out the shower. i smiled and continued to party.