“Although I may not be yours, I can never be another’s.”
— Mary Shelley, from a letter to Percy Bysshe Shelley written c. July 1814
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Thong, 1984, USA.
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Alphaville, Jean-Luc Godard (1965)
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Kate Moss Porcelain by Nick Knight 2013
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…the strange way in which love can torture the heart with desire…
Yukio Mishima, The Sound of Waves (trans. Meredith Weatherby)
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“Flesh is the first literature.”
— Tracy K. Smith, from “History,” Duende
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Jericho Brown, from The Tradition; “Night Shift”
[Text ID: “because he hurt me / With a violence I mistook for desire.”]
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Nonchalant men can die I like them weird and obsessive
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Sommarnattens Leende (1955)
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