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I wear my skin as an ill-fitting suit
of clothes; in some places
too baggy and too loose, and
in others too close and too
tight.
I am too much to fit
beneath the confines of my skin.
There is no comfort here,
there is no defense
from the outside world; it seeps
through the porous protection
of my tenuous flesh.
The elements are contained within
me, locked behind the heavy clothing
of my skin. I am a tempest
in a teapot, and my porcelain shell is
instead the poor elastic fit of humanity.
There are no ties that I unlace, no snaps
or grommets; no buckles or belts; no zippers,
clasps, or buttons—no seams to rip
so as to let loose the building pressure
beneath each stitch.
There is no tailor who may ease
this uncomfortable fit; there is
no cut-and-stitch that will remedy this awkward
between-the-sizes sensation in my own flesh.
I shall be my own tailor, it seems,
and fit my self to my flesh
and my flesh to my self. I have some growing
yet to do, and perhaps along the way
my hacked stitches and seams shall become
the glorious embroidery I dream of, and then
my skin shall fit perfectly.
I wear my skin as an ill-fitting suit
of clothes; in some places
too baggy and too loose, and
in others too close and too
tight.
I am too much to fit
beneath the confines of my skin.
There is no comfort here,
there is no defense
from the outside world; it seeps
through the porous protection
of my tenuous flesh.
The elements are contained within
me, locked behind the heavy clothing
of my skin. I am a tempest
in a teapot, and my porcelain shell is
instead the poor elastic fit of humanity.
There are no ties that I unlace, no snaps
or grommets; no buckles or belts; no zippers,
clasps, or buttons—no seams to rip
so as to let loose the building pressure
beneath each stitch.
There is no tailor who may ease
this uncomfortable fit; there is
no cut-and-stitch that will remedy this awkward
between-the-sizes sensation in my own flesh.
I shall be my own tailor, it seems,
and fit my self to my flesh
and my flesh to my self. I have some growing
yet to do, and perhaps along the way
my hacked stitches and seams shall become
the glorious embroidery I dream of, and then
my skin shall fit perfectly.
Literature
Five Times ...
Five times Jim showed knowledge of Vulcan anatomy.
1.
The physical male Vulcan reproductive system, in comparison to human males, is surprisingly similar. The general systematic plan for the production and storage of sperm, the sperm itself, and the release all follow a closely related pattern. In fact, the largest difference between the adult male Vulcan and the adult male human is the actual penis itself. The Vulcan penis is protected by a thick layer of skin, out of which the penis will protrude. When not erect, the penis will appear to retract.
Chapter 16: The Reproduction System; Section 4: The Vulcan Male Introduction
A Comp
Literature
SPiRK ST - Act 1, Scene 1
Fandom: Star Trek: 2009
Pairing: Kirk x Spock
Rating: PG-13
Genre: AU/AR, romance, slash, general
Warnings: My very first Trek story, English isn't my first language, it isn't beta read (so beware of typos and some grammar errors), it is an AU/AR with the characters of the Star Trek 2009 movie.
Summary: "Spock joins Starfleet to explore his human-side, and in his search he finds
Jim Kirk, the very definition of Human."
Continuation of: http://surrenderdammit.deviantart.com/art/SPiRK-ST-Interlude-162384854
Part III in a series.
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ACT 1, SCENE 1
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James T. Kirk was a proud creature. A foolishly proud individual indeed; there
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ST Chulu - Playlist
Chekov/Sulu - Playlist
And...go!
1. Catch Your Wave
Chekov wandered the halls of the U.S.S Enterprise, dark space outside the windows glittering with stars. Everyone was quiet in their quarters, everyone dreaming silently in their beds. Except him. He couldn't sleep.
Sulu wandered the halls of the U.S.S Enterprise, rubbing his eyes in confusion. Why he got up out of the nice, warm bed he couldn't understand, but he had done it nonetheless and now he just aimlessly walked up and down the eerily dark corridors. Suddenly, he saw a figure in the distant, hard to see in the night. The figure retreated from him, slipping into the darknes
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Sometimes my skin does not fit correctly, and it is then when madness sneaks inside.
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