Shadows project form that precedes the object of discourse. From within the recesses of its mind, it contemplates the what, why, and how to obtain satisfaction. A world within a world takes shape. Through unapologetic wildness, borne are Its innermost thoughts and fantasies.  

Borne from the mind but given way to mostly animal, it assumes an ephemerality as it comes out to play. Hunger, persuasion, and then sheer abandon. The transference of individuality to the ephemeral is interminable. Gird your loins! If it is not you, it will just be someone else.

Intimacy demands space and conversation– the space to share and the conversation to explore. Space is the cloak of safety, whether virtual or physical. Through sexting, you are always within a fingertip’s reach whenever and however it so desires. Opps, sorry. Are you gonna punish me now? The waves of communication flow with increased frequency–minutes suddenly become hours. Sooner than later, the use of pet names and nicknames opens the dialog necessary for a whimsical journey into fantasy and self-discovery.

A device of wonder and individuality…Fantasy and reality blend seamlessly. Sex is the cure for boredom. Silence to agency…boredom to labor…it wants you; it wants climax. I am a freak! And you’re my dada, right? Or are you my bitch? Urggh…I am so wet right now! I am you’re bitch boy, dada!