Daughter of the River: Still at Home
Approaching the edge of everything
The world is beautiful, and it turns, and runs with incredible speed
But the merest fraction of a thing can make you grow a thousand wings
daa-aaa-aaa-aaamn, girl
I want to love you so hard
you vibrate inside
Porn is like written poetry: once limited by narrow transmisson channels, it embedded itself in other, narrative, genres and forms. But improved technology and changing mores briefly allowed for a flourishing popular industry before becoming so oversaturated that few people could make a living at it; now it’s basically taken as a given that everyone will create some at some point, mostly in their teenage student days.
