Shame

Reflections the day after a sex party

More than anything, sex parties make me THINK. The day after a sex party, I’m filled with thoughts, imaginings, and reflections.

I’m just always happier when I’m myself.

A fragment on secrecy and shame.

The beginning of a trip to Checkmate – a New York sex club – with Charlotte and Milica.

In which I, maybe?, get caught stealing an unwelcome glance.

Sometimes, I imagine I’m invisible, silent, unnoticed. Sometimes, I’m wrong.

What shame is to me.

Sunlight dissolves shame.

Why I write….

On paying for it and how it deforms my brain.