∙ A DIGITAL TREK ∙

Intimacy and adrenaline are the driving forces of my life

This was said in a corporate job interview

The apocalypse to me is a single horse, likely a Clydesdale, galloping through the downtown core in search of meat. That’s my end of days. And it’s because my first memory was a horse sucking on my neck. Horses are forever imprinted in my fear centre. These are personal axioms of horror. Blood thirsty horses. Dying from marijuana. And briefly losing my mind, but for just enough time to remove my tampon and fling it onto a dance floor.

What’s it called when you have an insatiable desire to write a million apology letters? Guilt? Hindsight? Age? Let’s go with age. Let’s blame everything on time.

I’m worried I just wrote/directed the most subconsciously blowjobby commercial ever. I’m just a naïve lady gay. I’m not primed for these sorts of things. I’ve only ever watched 1 porn in my life. Milk Junkies 5. I was amongst friends. We were eating chips.

Stressful night.

Museum date???? Coffee shop date???? Art gallery date???? Walk in the park date???? Late night walk date???? Nap time date???