This is a sexy, sad and relatable essay on the collision of clashing emotions. "I have turned held glances across crowded rooms into wordless fucks in locked bathrooms so many times they feel mundane. Forgettable come morning save for the scratch marks. A werewolf who wakes up human again and can’t remember where she was during the full moon." And I need to further unpack this quote.
"grief makes me feel vampiric with longing — not necessarily for sex but for SOMETHING. A feeling. A reminder. A hi." Jesus, I tried to articulate this yesterday, Something, anything to feel. I understand a person who cuts --I won't be that person, but I get it. Maybe I should try hemaztophagy.
This is a sexy, sad and relatable essay on the collision of clashing emotions. "I have turned held glances across crowded rooms into wordless fucks in locked bathrooms so many times they feel mundane. Forgettable come morning save for the scratch marks. A werewolf who wakes up human again and can’t remember where she was during the full moon." And I need to further unpack this quote.
"grief makes me feel vampiric with longing — not necessarily for sex but for SOMETHING. A feeling. A reminder. A hi." Jesus, I tried to articulate this yesterday, Something, anything to feel. I understand a person who cuts --I won't be that person, but I get it. Maybe I should try hemaztophagy.
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Sorry, I meant to type hematophagy, aka "Renfield's syndrome". Not sure where the "z" came from.