Yeah there’s loneliness and lust and everything unrequited but there’s also sausage slowly simmering in the frying pan with sweet potatoes in the oven and kimchi and good music the whole time that keeps you company and for long long luscious moments, you’re not thinking about anybody but how good you feel and how delicious everything tastes and how good it feels to have a body that still loves to fuck and yearn and eat and be filthy












