Whimsical

—D. M.

      The thing about new clients, Cade had come to realize, was that they were often incredibly unpredictable. There were times he didn’t know if he was walking into a nice, soft session, or right into the lion’s den. Which brought up the concept of safety. After all, there was only so much the screening process could catch. That was why he made it a rule to meet any new clients in a public setting first, before taking them to a hotel, or letting them take him home. Everything had seemed to check out as far as he could tell, which was how he ended up on his knees in less than twenty, mouth full of cock and fingers pressing inside of him. “Mmf…” He moaned around the other’s cock, eyes half-lidded and full of want and need as he stared up at them.

Inside/outside an abandoned homestead on Flathead Indian Reservation, Montana - Brendon Burton

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Art is material. It is wed intractably to the real world, - bound by matter and matters. Art is political. Never more so than when insisting it is not. Art is dialectic. It is enriched when shared and impoverished by ownership and commodification. It is a language of seeing and being seen. […] And as I have suggested before in this class art is love made public.

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