I wonder if they’re in love.
Because some girls just can’t seem to keep their legs closed.
I can’t be the only person who used to get profoundly squirmy about the myth of Andromeda, right?
Spoiler alert, I’m baby.
My therapist once told me that she believed one of the biggest misconceptions about kink was that people turning their fears and past traumas into sexual fantasies were somehow weak or still broken.
“I think what you do is incredible,” she’d said, “because you are taking back that narrative. You’re making it your own. You are asserting control over it and making it operate on your terms, in the service of you.”
But it is still bewildering to dig beneath some fantasy I have and find at its root something that utterly terrifies me.
Lana Del Rey by Steven Klein for V Magazine, September 2015.
Just like pouring some out for my patron saint over here.
Filed under things that basically play on a loop in my head.
please don’t stop.
don’t stop until you’re drained,
until you feel like fruit in the sun
until the you in me is significant by volume
Black cat auditions photographed for Life Magazine, 1961. The auditions were for Edgar Allan Poe’s Tales of Terror segment “The Black Cat.”