It matters.
I went to a small get together just before I knew shit would get more serious. My mom was still going to work and risking it (catching covid-19), where I knew I couldnāt convince her otherwise. I decided to risk it myself.
We were playing group games. Iām talking interactive stuff using our phones. I forget what the actual games are. Most of the time I felt like an idiot for not understanding the rules or how to play.
Somehow a question came up about faking orgasms. If males could fake orgasms. As someone whom identifies as a straight male, I almost proudly admitted that I could. I didnāt tell those people I was straight though, because I didnāt think that part mattered. It matters that Iām open about faking orgasms because that says only the right people turn me on. That matters because I am in a profession where any person on my table can assume otherwise.
This matters because touch is sacred and I am still working on this piece of art, documentary.
