Tuesday, August 20, 2019


I worry about the possibility of desexualization by nature. On a run the feel of my own breasts inside my shirt excites me. I do not desire to be without this ridiculous level of desire. Even my earliest memories include a hazy layer of sensuality as I encountered the ocean, fields of grass, canyon smells, the sky in every mood. I interpret life though a series of moral codes, historical knowledge, learned paths, and desire.