The erotic is sacred.

Let's put the erotic in its rightful place & see what happens next.

5 December 2022

I’m experimenting with writing these as journal entries.

Because they are, in a way.

It feels more intimate. More precious.

I’m writing to you.
For you. With you.
You are here with me, too.

We’ve cut the pretences now.

You can feel my heart. Because my heart & my art are one & the same.

You’ve got me now.

And you’ve got me good.

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I wrote most of this at 10 AM this morning.

I didn’t publish until now because… I was doing other things.

But I wrote it. And I kind of want it to see the light of day.

I want my writing to see the light of day.
I want to be heard. I want to be felt. I want to be listened to.
There, I said it. Clearly. Cleanly.

It gets to be easy.

Let’s talk about the bittersweet things that happen when we let go of needing things to be bitter & hard.

I am in love with this feeling.

I…