LOOK
The original Continuing Aspect of Sinkdog can't be horny to me in the same way that living with a nudist can't be horny to me, because it is so mundane, so routine, so focused on simply doing dishes and existing,
but this, the Charitable Aspect of Sinkdog, suddenly it all hits me. The purity. The horny. The absolute visceral experience of drinking water directly from the tap at 3 am because you just moved in and you don't have any glasses unpacked, feeling relief inside your feral body.
It is the sink as the site of service, as the site of the body as service, as the site of the body with purpose, as the site of loving purpose, as the site of the loved body and purpose.
Sinkdog. Fuck.
People keep randomly rediscovering this & liking/sharing it and I am so confused how this happens.
