There are very few people in this world that actually know me for who I am. There are some who believe they know me based on what they see of me. But those that merely look, and do not touch, have no true way of knowing.

Do they?

Or is it presumption, one of the greatest sins of mankind? I really couldn’t say, and for the most part, it’s disturbing. I can safely say that it’s true I overtly sexualise things, partially for a provoked response, partially to see what people act like when pushed head first out of their comfort zones. And then there’s parts of me that don’t like me that way and other parts that would rather be left completely alone to brood in solitude and quiet passivity. Self loathing is isolating in that way.

I try to strike a balance, but it’s tricky when you’re weighed down.