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{say god can be hurt} matthew e. henry and vastness is truly vulnerable what kind of masochist creates this world of his constant pain and ours? who shows love handcuffed naked to a bed, pale limbs splayed like Saint Andrew, but with ball gag in mouth, dog collar around the neck? who would lay in submission, raw chest and ribs exposed like the back of a slave: a leather whip poised above in callous and untrained hands without protection, no word of safety? is this our sadistic source? who remains still for each preventable thrust, bleeding from each penetration without pleasure, while he slowly chokes beneath throbbing weight? |
