4

There is just no need

To too jealously guard The Rose

For She has Her own thorns

And mourns alike all fallen heroes

6

The Author is dead

But The Novel lives on

In truth, to The Reader

Does The Novel belong

Mourn not The Author

For Her work here is done

Still, Her task in The Cosmos

Has barely begun

She *is* Her Creation

She is The Song she has sung

Like a Sad Lullaby

Twix Mother and Son

8

Robbed even of my Moon

By the light of her own candle

A cherished one saw my softness

My reputation ruined!

Though having finally seen it

With her own eyes

She finally comes to believe

That a man could truly be so wealthy

12

I don't spend too much time here or I would never leave and Id never get up and do anything, but what a blissful haven to escape to when stuff outside winds me up. So grateful to everyone for the lovely space you all create. X

5

Maybe I'm not a Bottom

But an upside down Top

A Pot

I love you all a lot

Turn me the right way up

And whenever you want

You can sup

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cripplethreat:
I don't know what it is but that's an adorable size and location.
crazyoverlord:
There's a lot of layers to it,but 百 means hundred. 一百,二百,三百,四百 would mean 100, 200, 300, 400. But 百 on its own is hundred. So then there is stuff to do with emptiness of Sunyata as well as Fuzzy Logic. An element of that is the actual character itself is formed out of blank space in the ink circle and is just my skin. There is an obvious allusion to ☯️ but with a massive visual twist. But aye. The size and location is cute, and doubly so because it kinda of marks me the property of a woman I love
6

There's a really interesting PhD to be written about the Performance, Media and Cultural Metaphysics of Sex Work, but I am categorically not the person to write it.

Just a humble offering 🖤💫