there is no subtext intended by this except explicitly what is implied by the thread. having sex with my head in a box for relief of space and privacy sometimes. cos sometimes it is a lot.
which doesnt mean not down. maybe
im not the one to explain this. maybe this was already explained by a dude who has had another dude inside of them years ago and i just havent read it yet
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point being: not imagination
all this to say: not imagination
i do not use my imagination almost ever
sometimes i do but exclusively designing outfits in my head
very seriously i have never imagined a human being
explicitly crystal clearly: i have never had a crush of any kind during any point of my entire life and been like: let me imagine that person kissing me
never.
cos i dont know if that is manipulative as in: affective / effective even on a microscopic level
i dont know if that is compelling as in: magnetic spooky forces even on a microscopic level
and i do not have consent or permission to do that
this is why im firm hard no mega pass on new age maNifesTatiOn
so help me if anyone ever bumped into me and then said: i manifested you
i promise you didnt
unless i can manifest you invisible
rn and out of my space for saying you manifested me cos rude super rude
the outfits arent for pragmatic reality
it is more about textile cloth plus mathematics and physics anyway
like if this was in a book what are the upper limits of possible re: reality before the weight of such a garment is impossible to walk in without others helping you
like five hundred others
im talking massive amounts of cloth
that's the only shit i spend time imagining
not people
not some better world
not mind fights a la tom cardy
not people who died coming back to life by some miracle
just cloth and math and physics
blues different blues mostly like a river a
train and its velvet its so long like a river from the sky or like a dam break a river just begun