🎙️ It's a question we get surprisingly often, but I struggle to like, find a way to describe that in a way that people want to hear or really understand. I can tell you the blunt particulars; I can say 'inflation, elasticity, hypnosis, and transformation' and that is technically all the knowledge you require to tag our file mentally with these things, to make it transmissible data. But I feel like a lot of this misses the gravitas of these things for us, y'know?
Like, 'what' needs 'why' to be complete, but even 'why' doesn't communicate everything. We feel, like, this overpowering urge to reshape ourselves, to be able to twist and distort our form, to degrees that are impossible under the normal rules of reality to be truly able to fully express ourselves. But that 'why' doesn't encompass 'but why that way?' Why should being able to stretch or shift or expand or contort matter in those ways? Where did that feeling come from? Where did the yearning, the longing, to be this impossible thing begin in us? Why has it been our obsession, our nightly fantasy, our fondest dream, since we were old enough to really feel desire at all?
And like, I think at the core of our kink is an urge to be seen, not as what we seem to be, but as we feel ourselves to be. It is a plea, a cry, a scream from within our soul to be perceived as we are without judgement or pretense. It is wishing to be able to bask in awe of the totality of, like, not some distant idol but our own reflection, our own image. We want to feel the self invert, for the interior to become the exterior, to rip off our facade and strip away our costuming, layer by layer, until we expose the bare, raw, searing totality of our being, all need for sense or reason or realism abandoned in the face of snarling, weeping, aching emotional truth. We don't want these things to be real, they are real, and it's only the irritating membrane of the physical that separates us from that reality. We have dreamed something more true, more powerful, than our flesh can express as it is. And someday we will dig deep and peel back that membrane and discover that nothing human ever dwelled there, that this was what we were meant to be, that the wish that has tangled and knotted and tied itself up in our heart when we couldn't even put words to it, could not know its name, came true when we weren't even looking, and there is nothing else we would possibly need to be but ourselves. That we have finally grown so far beyond the limitations of our cocoon that we are unmistakable, unmissable, impossible to be near without truly knowing the meaning and nature of us.
...but like, we can't put that in a tag. So we say 'inflation, elasticity, hypnosis, and transformation.' And we have to hope that'll do.
