by Alexandra Naughton
I don’t want to be your manic pixie dream girl or otherwise
I don’t want you to like my writing because you want to fuck me
I want you to want to fuck me because you like my writing
thinking a lot about being a girl on the internet / breaking me
cult of online personalities all so carefully manicured / curated
thinking what it means when a stranger says I’m their muse
thinking what it means when a stranger tells me when they jerk off to my profile photos
identity as masturbation fantasy
what is the point of sharing intimacies with someone who will cash out suddenly
what is the sense
what purpose did I serve
it is not important
but why would you think I could serve a purpose at all
and why would I be complicit