Quiet Desperation
People share their entire lives on social media. Where they work, where they shop, what they buy, what they eat and what's most interesting to me, what they need. Where Thoreau's great mass of men lead lives of quiet desperation, I've tuned my ear to hearing those needs. And meeting them.
I'll post a pic of me in bondage gear and the comments stream in. "That's so hot!" I give you everything from rubber to leather, athletic gear, and the vast majority of responses are a public, "That's amazing," "So jealous!" and "Me next!" Such good natured replies, but be careful what you wish for boys. I post what I post for a reason, and I never clear my cache.
It's the ones who don't dare respond publicly but instead reach out in private messages. Those are the contacts I want to make. Because they don't feel safe even in the safest of spaces, the world inside their phone that disappears when they delete their alias, toss their burner, delete their thirst profile with its made-up biography.
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I'll post a pic of me in bondage gear and the comments stream in. "That's so hot!" I give you everything from rubber to leather, athletic gear, and the vast majority of responses are a public, "That's amazing," "So jealous!" and "Me next!" Such good natured replies, but be careful what you wish for boys. I post what I post for a reason, and I never clear my cache.
It's the ones who don't dare respond publicly but instead reach out in private messages. Those are the contacts I want to make. Because they don't feel safe even in the safest of spaces, the world inside their phone that disappears when they delete their alias, toss their burner, delete their thirst profile with its made-up biography.
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