Love Island for me is a live study in sexual economics of hetero dynamics; how bodies, race, skin tone, personality, trauma, insecurities, fears and attractiveness interact and are weaponised in competition, and how the public’s voting choices reveal our biases and pecking order.
People who don’t watch Love Island are often surprised to hear that I do but only because they think it’s like The OC or something when really it’s like the Stanford prison experiment
witnessed a very sexually charged vibe among a whole group of people at karaoke last night, asked a guy what their relationship to each other and was told: coworkers
This essay so thoroughly, eerily, exquisitely captures my own thoughts & feelings about quitting booze that, in a way that the best writing can but only so rarely, it’s almost like reading a more exacting and funnier version of myself.
i feel very obligated to let all the nerds know that there is a free game like geoguesser where you guess the location of origin and time period for art and historical artifacts. really high level:
we were not meant to be compartmentalized and diagnosed like this lmao there’s no way all of u on here have Never people pleased or been avoidant or anxious or jealous or a little Messy ever like you are a Human and Humans famously have Ugly Feelings that’s what it’s all about
I often fantasize about being breastfed by him and when I bite his teat too hard he grabs me by my hair and snarls at me and I say I’m so sorry I won’t do it again but really I know I will because when he treats me like a bad dog my thingy gets really hard