Peggy Bongadeson Text

Am I allowed to post sexy pictures of myself in a blue shirt?
Does a man get an erection—or a wet pussy—when I show myself naked?
Is there more sex hidden in my pants?

Is my worth defined by an erection, by fluids, by penetration?
Sometimes my fuckboy tells me, almost mockingly,
That he wouldn’t show “my noodle” to his friends—
Because he knows they’re into skinny noodles.

A heteronormative man enters the room: suddenly, everything belongs in the basket!
Neatly, quail eggs are placed into the salad.
My life feels like that salad bowl:
I have noodles. I buy oranges.
I arrange rooms, and I live like a cat—
Praying for a process of emotion.

My husband is a producer.
My husband is correspondence.
My expression is shimmer.

I share my liver.
Man, I’m getting blotted by your opaque wiener vein...

"What I want isn’t actually that much more than what I already have," I say.

But, really, I want everyone to have it too.
I have an apartment. I have plenty of time.
I don’t want a car. Maybe more clothes.
What I really want is to have even more time.

We used to be against wage labor.
I used to be more body than thought,
More flesh than what was allowed.
Sadly, I didn’t fully understand the desires
That unraveled from my noodle.

I love Kurt.

What I’ll do tomorrow:
Learn Italian. Immerse myself in DOLCE VITAL.
DIP. UK. Dipping sauce from the butt.
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I saw a Chinese woman refuse to let a dark-skinned woman into a store.
I saw it with my blue eyes!
Then I dipped a ring there.

I am an absolute asshole.
To exclude someone is an insult
To everything that crawls, pushes, bends.

More sauce, please!

Even when I get up at 7 o’clock,
I take two breaks in between.

My fat balls—
I know exactly what you’re thinking:
The world can be so bleak sometimes.

What is actually important, though?
If the sun is shining
And you’ve managed to cuddle again...
Maybe philosophy isn’t so necessary.

Theory work:
The Easter walk?
Fuck you! Fuck you all!
I’ll make my own Easter body.

Animals belong in freedom.
I need to go to Berlin.
My noodle fits there.

I am sovereign.
I wear a flower.

The hair of my beloved is so beautifully curly.
Soon, I will be represented.
Soon, I will run.

Give me money.
Here is my IBAN.

I am Peggy.
I take young men under my wing.
I turn them into men—
By treating them like girls.

Mirror323. So boring.
Cuddling again.
Brutal egg robbery.