I don’t have sexual fantasies. I dream passionately about moments. Scenes from fairytales and movies like a romance in Europe. I learn out the window naked, sweating, sucking on a cigarette. The camera pans out to reveal french windows. Cityscape. I scramble to find an item of food and film this clip before leaving the little apartment for the last time. He’s so nervous I’m going to fall out the window. It’s cute.

My celibacy is inspired from watching a friend’s journey in self-actualization. This year is about cleansing my body from unnecessary energy I’ve acquired through sex. Purging a lot. Negative relationships, self-doubt. Levels of bullshit are receding across the board as I increase self-love. Quality of life is elevating.