What is there, in the controversy between the beauty of smoothness and texture? Softness and power? Submission and dominance? Is it our ongoing vanity of wanting everything? The darkness with the light. The force with the weakness. The pressure with the sensitivity. To be gently pushed. Calmly shout at. Virtuously coerced. And after longing for these unsettling but pleasureable sentiments, we might also realize that they can not be found through our insatiate search. For they are already embeded within us, hidden underneath a pile of guilt and, by observing creatures freed from such burdens, we try to enjoy, just for a little bit, what might have been.
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