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I was trying to keep from crying, again. What happens to the tears you never cry? Do they get reabsorbed into you, or do they linger? Do those uncried tears continue to travel around your body, all pain, all sadness?

— Molly Jong-Fast, How to Lose Your Mother: A Daughter’s Memoir (Viking, June 3, 2025)

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a sip of champagne. inside you.

that was hot.

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English Victorian ivory phallus, 19th century.

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Kate Moss Nova (July 2000) ph. Juergen Teller

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the secretary...

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Marina Abramovic: Lips of Thomas (1975)

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very touching! Pls take care of yourselves!

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The first time I had sex with a woman, just her and I, I marvelled at the pace. Sex with men always felt pressing, driven by an intensity that climbed quickly. Sometimes I liked that energy, it made me feel wanted, desired. The rush was fun, like tearing open a present. Other times I felt like we skipped over the good parts, like I could have pressed against him while he kissed my neck for hours. Sometimes I felt like I was trying to catch up, I was too young and inexperienced to say “Slow down.”

The first time I had sex with a woman, and it was just her and I, we kissed for hours. Literally hours. Slow, tender, swollen-lips, hands in our hair, teasing tongues, moans and soft sounds, our hips pressing together, in no hurry but never staying still. By the time I pressed my hand between her legs her panties were soaked right through. That little wet spot made fireworks in my head, my clit throbbed. This was divine. I didn’t pull her cotton underwear aside until she was already close to orgasm, just from my fingertips tracing over the fabric, and her eager grinding against my palm.

After she came we slowed down but never stopped touching each other until she’d had her second, third and fourth. There’s a difference between “I came” and “I’m satiated”. Fucking someone who understood that made sex an entirely new thing. We fucked until we were finished, exhausted and spent. I finally felt satisfied.

The next time a man touched me all I could feel was the energy propelled by his hard-on. The rush that rush-of-blood to his cock put him in. I felt like I wasn’t there.

(Reflections by Heart - Excerpt from “Queer Enough” Zine, 2018)

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Effortless Elegance: Mariacarla Boscono Captured by Juergen Teller for Paradis Magazine, Summer 2008

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Câlin, Nathanaëlle Herbelin (2021)

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#surfaces #velvet

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Just woooow❤

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photo by Victor Stinger