Today on my break at work I sat in the kitchen area and scrolled through Twitter for ten minutes, as I usually do. I was particularly struck this afternoon by how much of my feed was made up of a particular kind of interaction; flirtatious back and forth, empathetic hugs and metaphorical hair- stroking, requests…

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Let us lie and discuss the things of the universe. Recline, laughing and mooning, beneath cotton covers, fingers tracing fleshy curves, across bones, and through dense furze of curls. We will laze on giddy pillows, let fly libidinous giggles, speak neither curse nor terse word; As, in sunbeams, motes disperse.

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