Each layer of skin peeled one after another is really to bring you back so you can walk your power without losing your shit somewhere and all over the place. It’s not to attain a fucking thing and the closest thing to enlightenment you’ll achieve is a bleached arsehole if that’s your thing. Think messy and there you are, you’re at the beginning of knowing yourself. Man it’s all getting a bit boring.
So what if we instead looked at the pockets of juice that is wanting a little distraction and a little destruction. Those pockets of ‘what ifs’ layered with desire and darkness, and some of it shamed for being taboo or just because you like something too much that maybe ain’t good for you or you just know deep down if you go there it’ll transform your world, but how that will be is another thing. It’s those places of hell yeah and hell no you want to make a bridge between. How much fire and pain can we unearth here even just for a little bit? Because these spaces are bitey and full of trickery and most people know they’re playing themselves with their own weaknesses most of the time, but the pull of that need within that place you love to indulge and run from is worth the time to know. Can you say you really know yourself without challenging these spaces and know your own limitations and soft spots that are seeking a lot fucking more than a big dick and a bottle of Beam to soothe it.
I know when we enter here it will take everything you have and the best of you, so why not if you get a bit of naughty play that you want to tell no one and everyone about. Who is the person that lives in this space?
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