Straight Camp
The canteen filled with the hustle and bustle of sagging figures, broken thoughts and repressed relationships. Bog-standard nourishment was supplied and tables were monitored closely; we weren’t allowed to fraternise or talk about any subject they deemed as prohibited. I picked at my shepherds pie just hoping that one day they’ll listen to me when I say I’m a vegetarian. I look around hopefully; to see if someone might come and sit with me. Nobody does though, nobody ever does. I bite into a...
Masturbation