the FOURTEENTH of JULY, TWO THOUSAND and TWENTY ONE.

sexuality has always been so confusing to me. i've come to the realisation that perhaps i'm not sexually attracted
to people, rather the attention i recieve. because there is nothing more intoxicating and sexual than having people
hang off of every word you say, clawing for your attention. there is nothing like being so stupidly high and
dancing in a strangers kitchen, feeling the bass sink into your core, eyes shut whilst someone admires you,
wants you, is transfixed by you. devout attention; that's what i am attracted to. it's a fucking talent, wrapping
people around your finger, feeding off of sexual attraction and it's inherent danger until i'm satiated.
orgasmic, twisting through the folds of my brain with my fingertips, a conclusion i'm too proud to rectify. the conclusion?
i am sin personified - greed, gluttony, lust. but why would i want to resolve it when it makes me feel so fucking heavenly..?

take me back!