
“You are beautiful. I endow you with your beauty. Soft in your immense sadness. Simple bitterness. Arms against everything that does not free you. Rebellion against everything that chains you.”

Yes, we are all Consenting Adults here. No one is asking for any pity points— BIPOC or otherwise.

My childhood: a portmanteau of stale sugar highs & empty accolades to cover up what was ultimately a failed late modern capitalist project.