The taste Of Revenge
That's so completely, irreparably, cosmically fucked up that I sat with it for three days before I could let myself think it directly, before I could look at the shape of it without the shape of it making me want to put my fist through something expensive.
I think about what I have been to Xavier Adrian. Just useful. Always the artist, never the muse…always the empathy that was just being used. Always the epigraph, never the model, always seeing people as sunsets when to them I'm just another afternoon. That's the word that surfaces cleanly, without drama, the way the right word always does when you've been circling around it long enough. He found someone whose usefulness fit the image he'd