Category: confessions

I seek the limits that leave bruises on my skin.

I am drawn to the forbidden, the dangerous, the unpredictable.

I show up with a bruise on my face, own it, and watch the world notice.

I’ve crossed lines at parties, in rooms where no one should see.

I’ve traded glances, cash, control, and risk for moments of excitement. My own needs.

It’s not just happening to me. I go after it.