A dog guarding a minotaur seems like a careless match – but it’s a contemporary condition: the exploitation of choice without consequence; I mean you never actually have to speak to a match, its just nice that they thought you were fuckable.
I’ve never been one to ignore the consequences of affection. I indulge in it. Wallow even. This studio has great personal want for its participants, a cohort built on an unspoken baptism and the payment of indulgences after. It’s not that you have to be flagrant, but I have been surprised by how many who ballot are suddenly, inexplicably, surprised by it appearing in the studio.
Let me be clear. Listen carefully. I am both uncontainable and divine. I hope we understand each other now.