“In the summer months of 2025 I had crafted a clichéd system of self-affirmation through being physically desired and partially objectified as flesh, the zephyr of longing to be consumed brushing past me momentarily and repeatedly throughout each day without fail. It returned instinctively to fuel my soul and keep me hanging on. But meeting K for the first time had unexpected consequences of maturity and emotional connection, paired with a realised agency of the soul. I began to politically shirk and reappropriate the norms of banality and the breeding inner circle of the ruling ‘heteroculture’.”