Faces Me
I am a composite of disjointed fragments. My arms are: my legs are: my hands are: my face is: Me Of course, my head is more me than my arms, legs, or hands. Imagine two of me. Perfect replication. Would I fuck me? Would I sexualize me? My hands? Yes. My arms? Yes. My legs? Oh, yes. I already do. My arms, my legs, my hands. Those parts that are less me. But my face? That is too me. It […]
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