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We’re reclaiming the right to softness, to intimacy, to love that doesn’t require justification or performance. Queer romanticism is no long...

I am a thing of flesh and hunger, yearning to be known, to be tasted in every way. Let the world be wild, let us be wild, let the light of ...

1. "She was mine to ruin, to twist into whatever I wanted her to be. Her screams were just the soundtrack to my conquest, her body a pl...

1. "I wanted to feel her collapse under me, to break her will and watch her surrender piece by piece. Her body was a temple, and I woul...

1. "I didn't want her to surrender—I wanted her to beg, to crawl, to give herself over to me piece by piece, until she was nothing ...

1. "I pushed into her like a predator, hungry, relentless, and uncaring. Her body was just an instrument, her cries nothing but the mus...

1. "She was a wound I wanted to lick open, to bleed her dry until I could taste every part of her. My desire for her was not love; it w...