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The Last Showgirl (Gia Coppola, 2024)

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The Last Showgirl (Gia Coppola, 2024)

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Beau Butler & Jake Mathews | Onlyfans, 2025

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gonna start using this rothko card deck for divination

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“Untitled” (Key West), Félix González-Torres, 1992

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gonna start using this rothko card deck for divination

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LOVE LETTER TO THE ELECTRICAL GRID

plexiglas etching

subscriptions | tip jar

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Y Tu Mamá También - Dir. Alfonso Cuarón - 2001

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All We Imagine As Light (2024) dir. Payal Kapadia.

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All We Imagine as Light (2024) Directed by Payal Kapadia

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All We Imagine as Light (2024, Payal Kapadia 🇮🇳)

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All We Imagine as Light (2024 🇮🇳) directed by Payal Kapadia

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[“Times may change, but the mechanics of a great fisting party stay the same. There’s something about the extreme sports element of fisting, the physical technique combined with athletic spectacle, that makes it perfect for showing off.

I can remember house parties in Oakland where I would walk past a bedroom only to be beckoned in by a casual acquaintance: Hey, she’s really open, do you wanna hold hands with me inside of her? And I would, of course, wrapping my fingers around a stranger’s fingers inside another stranger on a mattress on the floor, electroclash blaring tinnily from a burned CD, churning like the splattered cream in the 1977 Robert Mapplethorpe piece appropriately titled Double Fist Fuck.

Come with me as we venture into another room at this house party. I crouch over you, on my knees, my left hand holding me up. My right hand is a queer icon, a position on a hundred screenprinted T-shirts. The pads of my fingers pressed together, my nails short and filed. My elbow is hydraulic, my wrist dexterous, my knuckles flexing. You love being just a hole. You love for me to stake my claim in you.

I’m searching for something specific, something a breath orgasm teacher of mine named Barbara Carrellas calls the “Resilient Edge of Resistance,” a term she got from her teaching partner, Chester Mainard. She defines it as the sensation of being “awake and aware, but completely peaceful and relaxed. You want it to go on forever.”

I press you, searching for the place where you press back onto me, and I tenderize you like meat as I go. You are impaled on me, and every movement I make feels a thousand times larger than reality. I twist my knuckles. I pulse. I tug. I undulate. I open my hand and press my fingers together. I play you like music. You yank on me, and I let you take me with you. Bear down on me and melt away.

I’ve been fucked in my holes ever since I started having sex with other people. And realizing my potential to fist others is the thing I now know was missing where that kind of default sex was concerned. I love to top, to be in the driver’s seat, to be the emcee of the show. I crave giving people what I love to get. You don’t have to be at a fisting party to fist, but somehow, the act feels inherently exhibitionist even at its most intimate. It’s not just about me and you, or about the people voyeuring around us. In moments like these, I feel connected to the players at the Catacombs, their party technology and what my activist friend Blunt calls the technology of community. Queer pleasure makes space for everyone to fuck underground and outside the box.”]

tina horn, from why are people into that? a cultural investigation of kink, 2024

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Pangaea was wasted on the dinosaurs. Imagine the railway network.

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i need to be sedated