like "Crystal Rush" vs. "Lo-Fi."
We stay like that until the golden light turns amber, then grey. My leg falls asleep. I don’t move. Because this is what top means to me—not control, but container. I hold the space. They fill it with whatever they need to let go.
like "Crystal Rush" vs. "Lo-Fi."
We stay like that until the golden light turns amber, then grey. My leg falls asleep. I don’t move. Because this is what top means to me—not control, but container. I hold the space. They fill it with whatever they need to let go.