Author Archives: kris gebhard

My brain injury gave me a lot of anxiety. This earring or this earring or this earring or this earring?!? If I don’t tell you my thought now I’ll forget it in 3 minutes! My brain is so tired that it can’t divert my body from its natural reactions to things I jump at quickContinue reading “Our bodies are racist”

Happy Birthday, Jess! 1) Take off your giant gold hoops and give them to the dragon. Tell him if he will wait just a few hours for you to run and grab a needle, you’ll come back and pierce a couple of his scales so he can wear them too. But you can’t leave unlessContinue reading “How to get a dragon to babysit for you”

(taught me by a machine) gunned shattered catapulted crushed splattered the concrete curses with nightmares that leave more grotesques than concrete can furnish the brain XXX death’s XXX and staggers for months growing a new tongue the soul learns its lonely impossibilities only capable of a question: how does safety feel so certain now? BecauseContinue reading “2300 ways a body takes a hit”

In honor of the high femmes who make me more beautiful every day. To all in the room who do not trust yourself. To all who possess as a means to yourself, To all who build chalices of envy and insecurity, To all who pour women’s bodies into these chalices for comfort. To all whoContinue reading “From High Femme: How to Unconquer”

These nails are so much more kickass than when i got run over by a terrible driver in December, haha. But telling a good fucking story is usually the right thing to do to the dumbest things that happen to us! …This version of the story is, um, 2000% spectacular. (Yo dude, THANKS JESS! <3)Continue reading “The most amazing nails I’ve ever had”

Hollywood, I’m sick of being taught how to cope with loneliness. The long, ‘artistic,’ shadow-filled shots of men in suits with one bead of sweat sliding down their faces. The pulls of non-descript alcohol, the women as dolls, the freeways. I’m over solemnity Resignation Tired of learning a gun’s ice unless the hand wraps it,Continue reading “How many lovers? (happy valentine’s day, Jess)”

Video: https://vimeo.com/47207435 PW: westbank Part 1 When I told my therapist I wanted to be a man, I did not say I wanted hairy nipples. I still don’t want them but I’m growing some kind of nipple hair garden under this shirt so sometimes I try to hide it from the sun Sometimes for justContinue reading “Disordered Bodies”

1. Set your jaw. Lock eyes. Slightly flare nostrils. Smile as if nothing is going on, and nod with your eyelids like an Abercrombie ad. Because Everything is going on. Because not only is he going after your woman, he’s doing it wearing beer-soiled dress pants and no shoes: It’s not a faux pas, it’sContinue reading “Frat basements and Bromosexual Lessons”

i. Some moments are meant for darkness. Some pulsings are meant for isolation, for blunt penetrations. The heaving up of jellyfish thoughts, vomited onto bedspreads while tears linger in corners. Purgings do not relieve, climaxes do not relax, beds are too soft, floors too carpeted, brain bloated with exhaustion. Pain is found in the wrongContinue reading “When Western Civilization Eats Its Own Tail”