I believe in other worlds. When I write, where do the words come from? They arrive from a long distance. They feel like spirit, to me. Love feels like spirit. Sex is possible with our bodies, but also our minds, at the same time. Or just our minds, in the case of sex long distance.
Somebody friended me on instagram, and I don’t know her. I looked through the friends she follows. I saw a porn star I know of, on the list. Then as I continued, I saw another inhabitant of porn star world who I know well and avoid like the plague. He hurt me really bad, and