The choices made between adults behind closed doors or in a club are the world they all indulge without permission of the crowd passing boundaries most adhere in pursuit of painful joy releasing more than most can see upon requests of misery
the scenery may seem extreme mocking norms vanillas seek access given is power based sourced from assent all convey sadly more will mock intent beyond the ones that can’t relate these are heretics of the life full of power they contrive
fools acting like small gods even though none were ordained except for a brief time and even then they’re cast aside there are none above the rest outside of choices in a scene put out of mind the pundit’s whine that buzzing sound none should mind
please do as little as you wish or strive to take in the world safety held to the ******* allows for actions in full consent these choices are singular made by the one without regret when the pleasures are much more than innocence turned outward.
The poem “Choices Made” was inspired by a conversation I had with a friend. They are one of the more incredible people I know. They were also pursuing a very personal path of discovery. Along the way, they were getting grief from hypocrites and gatekeepers, both attempting to nudge my friend from their journey. I advised them to keep on keeping on.