He texted Marcus: I messed up.
When it was over, he walked home in the rain. He didn't cry. He just felt the familiar, awful emptiness—the comedown after the crash. The proof that he was nothing but a thing to be consumed. love junkie sub
"But I went looking for it," Cory said. "I wanted to feel out of control." He texted Marcus: I messed up
(Transcript from the "Deep Frequencies" podcast, Episode 42.) love junkie sub
Real submission isn’t about escaping yourself; it’s about offering yourself. You cannot offer what you don't possess. If you are broken, you cannot glue the pieces together with another person's approval.
He just felt tired. And held.