Made In His Image

it feels like a divine act because it is one. you are taking control of existence and creating yourself, something not even god could do. how hollow it must feel to be forever stagnant. already finished. don’t you think that’s why god made adam? so he could vicariously experience change?

and out of what? dirt? the dust underneath our feet? practically nothing at all. you’re lucky. you have a much better foundation to work with.

you are always going to be scared because living is scary. but would you rather be afraid of suffocation or of change? you know how you feel right now. it’s certain, it’s stagnant. it’s painful, and i can feel it. it’s buzzing like the static of an old television that no one is watching anymore. why would they want to watch something that isn’t alive?

your greatest creation is yourself

little gift for my bf :)

your body is manly because it belongs to you, and you are a man. don’t deny yourself— not pleasure, not pain.

embrace manhood not as a goal to be achieved, but as a part of you. it’s had its roots deep, deep in you since before you knew what to call it. i know your eyes linger on the men in the porn you watch. i know why you can’t look away.