I am a masturbation muse. The face of fapping. The Edie Sedgwick of erections.
I inspire a different kind of brushstroke. Their artworks are stiff tissues that lay at the bottom of wastebaskets.
They create poetry in my name. Words inscribed in a digital bubble—temporary, just like us.
They tell me they touch themselves for me.
I’m supposed to be honored. I’m supposed to be turned on. Tell me what else I’m supposed to be.Read More