I've spent two days trying to figure out what to say.
See, I'm not suicidal. I don't have low self-esteem. I don't particularly want to die.
But I'm also not homicidal. I'm a pagan who tries to live by the Wiccan Rede. I'm not fanatical about it or anything, but all life is inherently sacred to me.
So why do these things fascinate me so? Stories of eroticized, fetishized deaths, darkly erotic images or movies of men in their final throes?
I hven't felt this much inner conflict since I realized I was gay. But I can't run from it either.
I might not be able to contribute much, but I feel I need to explore this part of me that gets a grim thrill out of watching death in action. If you're willing to bear with me while I do that, then thank you.
See, I'm not suicidal. I don't have low self-esteem. I don't particularly want to die.
But I'm also not homicidal. I'm a pagan who tries to live by the Wiccan Rede. I'm not fanatical about it or anything, but all life is inherently sacred to me.
So why do these things fascinate me so? Stories of eroticized, fetishized deaths, darkly erotic images or movies of men in their final throes?
I hven't felt this much inner conflict since I realized I was gay. But I can't run from it either.
I might not be able to contribute much, but I feel I need to explore this part of me that gets a grim thrill out of watching death in action. If you're willing to bear with me while I do that, then thank you.