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What Do You Desire?

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reported piece on kink.com. weird but really well written

Witt, E. (2013). What Do You Desire?. n+1, 16, pp. 27-52

(adjective) easily flexed / (adjective) lithe / (adjective) nimble

27

His fleece coat was of an extraordinary thickness and quality, with a lissome external layer that would not pill

—p.27 by Emily Witt
notable
1 year, 6 months ago

His fleece coat was of an extraordinary thickness and quality, with a lissome external layer that would not pill

—p.27 by Emily Witt
notable
1 year, 6 months ago
41

I had made no conscious decision to be single, but love is rare and it is frequently unreciprocated. Because of this, people around me continued to view love as a sort of messianic event, and my friends expressed a religious belief that it would arrive for me one day, as if love was something the universe owed to each of us, which no human could escape. I had known love, but having known love I knew how powerless I was to instigate it or ensure its duration. Whether love was going to arrive or not, I could not suspend my life in the expectation of its arrival. So, back in New York, I was single, but only very rarely would more than a few weeks pass without some kind of sexual encounter.

What even to call these relationships? Most of my friends had slept with one another and I had slept with many friends, too. Sometimes years separated sexual encounters. Things thought buried in the past would cycle around again, this time with less anxiety and greater clarity, in a fluid manner that occasionally imploded in horrible displays of pain or temporary insanity, but which for the most part functioned smoothly. We were souls flitting through limbo, piling up against one another like dried leaves, circling around, awaiting the messiah.

pretty

—p.41 by Emily Witt 1 year, 6 months ago

I had made no conscious decision to be single, but love is rare and it is frequently unreciprocated. Because of this, people around me continued to view love as a sort of messianic event, and my friends expressed a religious belief that it would arrive for me one day, as if love was something the universe owed to each of us, which no human could escape. I had known love, but having known love I knew how powerless I was to instigate it or ensure its duration. Whether love was going to arrive or not, I could not suspend my life in the expectation of its arrival. So, back in New York, I was single, but only very rarely would more than a few weeks pass without some kind of sexual encounter.

What even to call these relationships? Most of my friends had slept with one another and I had slept with many friends, too. Sometimes years separated sexual encounters. Things thought buried in the past would cycle around again, this time with less anxiety and greater clarity, in a fluid manner that occasionally imploded in horrible displays of pain or temporary insanity, but which for the most part functioned smoothly. We were souls flitting through limbo, piling up against one another like dried leaves, circling around, awaiting the messiah.

pretty

—p.41 by Emily Witt 1 year, 6 months ago

(adjective) extremely dark, gloomy, or forbidding; refers to the River Styx of the underworld Hades in Greek mythology;

50

Bathed in this warm glow, a young woman named Ashli lay sleeping, impervious to the stygian immensity of her surroundings

—p.50 by Emily Witt
uncertain
1 year, 6 months ago

Bathed in this warm glow, a young woman named Ashli lay sleeping, impervious to the stygian immensity of her surroundings

—p.50 by Emily Witt
uncertain
1 year, 6 months ago