My mind is a space for

sins and the unholy waters , taboo, masculine fluids, and desires too filthy for polite confession. I could drink piss by the gallon and crave a man’s essence inside my body, however it enters me. No guilt, no disguise, no god above my own will—only consent, worship, and beautifully profane devotion.

Hail Satan. Hail the flesh. Hail thyself.