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EX-GOVERNMENT PERSONAL SECURITY GUARD MEETS DELIVEROO RIDER AND FORMS AWARD-WINNING CREATIVE DUO

HOLLY’S ART

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SAM’S ART

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HOLLY’S POEM

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    • Dating While Adopted

        I’ll begin with a few short facts about me, I’m gay, I’m adopted, and largely carefree, But up until last year, faced a major mind twister A perpetual fear, that I’d fucked my own sister.

        Now you might be shocked, appalled, or disgusted, To have such a fear, one must be… maladjusted. No, thing is, by birth I knew I’d one sister, Around my age, same mum, different mister.

        To avoid any issues, I made up a plan, To only date women only outside my own clan. My mother was white, and my sister mixed-race , So I’d avoid all women with similar face-s.

        Portuguese, French, Italian and Greeks Preferably if with an accent she speaks, Dated black girls, and white girls, and Asian girls too, But this strategy perished after a year or two.

      • I grew slowly more restless, greedy, and bored, Hungry to expand my horizons, to make them more broad And so I decided, to step into the breach, Pursue me a lightie, commence flirtatious outreach.

        So I went off, a night on the Soho tiles Out with my pals, dressed up, flashing our smiles. Found a beautiful mixed girl - engaged in conversation All the while thinking- could she be my relation?

        How could I ask her without seeming freaky? Asking for family photos would seem far too needy. Maybe I could ask for her Mum's maiden name? She’ll probably think I'm playing fraudulent games .

        Fuck it I thought, made my peace with God, Before I leaned in for that first fateful snog. It’d be the first of many with light skin girls, I’ve a big gay soft spot for a woman with curls.

      • Fast forward to the end of last year, I’d finally found her, that's my sis to be clear. Through social services, we agreed to meet, In less than 24 hours - she’d be on my street.

        I woke up that morning, sweaty and uneasy. Had I fucked my own sister? The thought made me queasy. But onward I pushed, put on my best garb, Stepped out to find her, face flushed as rhubarb.

        At last, I saw her, against the wall she leaned, A woman I’d not fucked, not kissed, nor even seen. Confirmation, at last, I could decree, Kept it incest free since 1993.

SAM LIKES
TO SKI

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