“We play in playgrounds without the rubber floors and soft edges. Most prefer plastic over rusted metal jungle gyms where the paint peels off when we grab with our little hands and decorate our palms with colorful confetti. They can call it dirt and hurt our feelings but we won’t care when we press our hands against paper and step back to see beauty found and transferred.” –the dandy m.
Some say that those of us who live in pleasure world are “immature.” We wear that label as a badge of honor. We’re all about rejecting the dominant script and writing our own script. We believe in promiscuous sociality. We love our “playground” and have no limits. It’s easy to do what everyone else does. We refuse to. Pleasure world is not for the faint of heart, but for the brave. To reject the couple form, monogamy, to talk to strangers, to get outside of our privatized worlds, to get beyond institutions that regulate intimacy . . . this takes guts.