There is something deeply tragic about how love is spoken of today. Not love, really, desire. Lust dressed up in aesthetics, marketed as closeness. Infatuation that burns hot and fast, then vanishes with the first discomfort. We live in a time where the word “connection” is used so lightly, but experienced so rarely. Where the craving for bodies is... See more

For years, I had been performing a routine of sexuality that felt standardized, a one-size-fits-all formula, a costume slipped on without much thought. A version of sex that prioritized optics over presence, efficiency over curiosity, performance over feeling.

Sexy things are fleeting. The internet is forever. The kind of virile, salty life so many of us crave is incompatible with our sanded-down, stagnant, sanitized online existence. The chance encounter, the pregnant pause, the flirtatious touch, the generous laugh—these are the sexy, ephemeral moments of life. The scroll is endless. What’s sexy is... See more