i was talking to a friend about the word “ugly” — how it’s treated like the ultimate insult, the worst thing you can be. i wish we could stop using it that way. and i don’t mean in the corny “everyone’s beautiful in their own way” sense either.
to me, being ugly is a kind of truth. it’s vulnerability in its rawest form. people fear being ugly because it means being seen — not admired, not approved of, not filtered. just seen. it’s confronting. it’s human. being a human is ugly.
maybe that’s 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 what’s weird, specific, obsessive — the parts we’re told to keep private and kill. it’s a space where you can be exposed and messy and still held. it’s where you’re 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.
