— “Desire Is a Kind of Truth”

There’s something intimate

about admitting what you want.

Not the surface wants—

the deeper ones.

The ones that live in the space between your ribs,

in the quiet hours,

in the places you hide from the world.

Wanting is vulnerable.

Letting yourself be wanted

is even more so.

For a long time, I carried desire

like a secret I wasn’t allowed to touch.

As if softness made me weak,

and longing made me difficult.

But I’ve learned that there’s power

in craving connection

with intention,

with depth,

with clarity.

Desire doesn’t demand permission.

It just asks you to be honest with yourself.

And honesty—

real, raw, bare honesty—

is more intimate than anything physical.