i was talking to a friend about the word âuglyâ â how itâs treated like the ultimate insult, the worst thing you can be. i wish we could stop using it that way. and i donât mean in the corny âeveryoneâs beautiful in their own wayâ sense either.
to me, being ugly is a kind of truth. itâs vulnerability in its rawest form. people fear being ugly because it means being seen â not admired, not approved of, not filtered. just seen. itâs confronting. itâs human. being a human is ugly.
maybe thatâs why kink has always fascinated me. kink peels off the base layer, the polished version of you. im a strong believer you can learn a lot about a person just from their kinks. it reveals whatâs weird, specific, obsessive â the parts weâre told to keep private and kill. itâs a space where you can be exposed and messy and still held. itâs where youâre allowed to be ugly, and not be punished for it.
anyways, I guess my recommendation is to be ugly. embrace it, stop hiding from it.
