I’m sexy and I have a hard time accepting that due to my cripplingly low self esteem
I remember your laundered eyes in early
fixed like the winter had upturned
them from their sockets,
catacombs of black mysteries.
You skulked after me through
dark halls and stage lights,
your fists lumbering at your
like a German general with
The days were growing longer, and I was
growing thinner, but still I gave you
whatever slivers of daylight I had
in that linen apron,
a saucer eyed and helpless little black
and blue thing.
I tumbled so easily those days,
when I gave you kisses and you gave me
bruises that twinkled like
A Boy Named Desire by Poetic-Euphemisms. ©Gabrielle Martin 2013
”Women must give birth, men have to be tattooed,” says one Samoan tattoo song, expressing an age-old idea of equality between the sexes. Both must endure pain. In traditional Samoan society all young males had to be tattooed when they reached their late teens. Otherwise they were not considered real men. Nowadays, the custom is no longer general, but it is still associated with manhood and male prestige, and hugely popular.
I went to school with some Samoans and the guys have traditional Samoan tattoos, they’re very beautiful but after talking about them it’s one hell of a process.