“Not everything I do is a performance. Some things are simply who I am.”
You want to know what I think? What I remember?
What I did when you weren’t allowed to watch?
This is where I tell you.
These aren’t fantasies. They aren’t scripts. They aren’t written to entertain you. They’re what happened—exactly as I allowed it.
What I walked through. What I made him do. What I whispered while pressing my heel into the side of someone’s face.
When I speak here, I don’t speak to be adored. I speak to be understood.
Sometimes I’m cruel.
Sometimes I’m careful.
Always, I’m in control.
I don’t need to explain myself.
But I will. Sometimes.
These are my confessions—
Not to you.
In spite of you.
Each Confession begins when the story ends.
And what you taste here, you do not forget.
⚠️ You are not welcome here.
You are permitted.