Yes... I did write about this. Bound to sooner or later. ^^' This one is still quite rough and unpolished. Think of it as a "sketch".

I don't even enjoy it as a sexual fetish, just a platonic one, yet still I have to keep things hidden from some.

(None of these judging people have FA accounts. B) )

Text for those who can't read the file:

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"A Disgusting Cover-up"

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I hide things about my art that
my brother doesn’t know
Because I hid them; and
For too long I’ve hid them,
So long that the vibrancy
I feel when I trace them, it’s
Sapped away, for the terror
Of covering up my sketches,
My works-in-progress,
Is too much for any other
Signal to break the cloud
Cover—
Quick—
Be sure he didn’t see them.
But he sat down right by
The open notebook that day.
Did he see them?
Did he see something he hates?
Did he see me there?

It’s impossible to see my own
Face as it widens at the moment
When I realize that the sound of
His bulky form lumbering down
The steps, unhurried pace,
Is quickening.
That the notebook is left
Wide open.

He cannot know for sure
That I love this form
For if he did, he would certainly
React, overreact, and he would
Show it, in the loud, over-proud
Roar of disgust that is often
Offered at the sight of things
Taboo and fetishized.
So far he’s said nothing.

And so far, I keep it up
And pretend as if I would never
Stoop to that ditch and
Draw maws and guts with
The ecstatic glee that I do.
If a tongue’s friendly redness
And its spit-shine liveliness
Is disgusting to love
Then so be it.
My love is disgusting
And still
I hide things about my art that
my brother doesn’t know
Because I hid them; and
For too long I’ve hid them,
So long that the vibrancy
I feel when I trace them, it’s
Sapped away, for the terror
Of covering up my sketches,
My works-in-progress,
Is too much for any other
Signal to break the cloud
Cover—
Quick—
Cover.