“Desire” feels like a dirty word to me. Like a middle schooler reading a Cosmo their mom doesn’t know about—thinking about desire in any context feels like it should be hushed and hidden. I’ve been thinking a lot about desire this week. About what I want.
Wanting
Wanting
Wanting
“Desire” feels like a dirty word to me. Like a middle schooler reading a Cosmo their mom doesn’t know about—thinking about desire in any context feels like it should be hushed and hidden. I’ve been thinking a lot about desire this week. About what I want.