Just Because I Want To Be Killed With A Rock Doesn't Mean I'm A Bottom. Just Because Just Because I Want

just because i want to be killed with a rock doesn't mean i'm a bottom. just because just because i want to be suspended in the fluid—with tubes, cables, catheters connected to my body by means of electrods, needles, insertions—just because i want there to be several individuals at terminals or with clipboards and bic cristals observing me behind their thick glasses and lush tresses obscuring their faces partially with their stacked leather heels softly sharply striking the cold concrete floor of the facility doesn't make me a bottom. JUST BECAUSE nanomachines diluted in the fluid are stitching up a wound in my side while my hair undulates .. wistfully.. . just because equipment is lowered into the tank with me guided by the low whine of servos—listen: just because my hips are drawn on their own, wistful like much else of me, to the smooth ridged tip of the machine doesn't mean i'm a bottom okay?