I am envisioning the gentle strokes I've never before had. I'm envisioning the sort of touch I've never received. I'm envisioning receiving the sensuality I've been starved of my entire life. I deserve loving touch. I deserve being held. I deserve to be skin to skin with a whole being or several. I deserve kind and nonsexual touch. I deserve touch without manipulation, without hidden motives, free of fetishization. Loving touch, affirming touch, sensual touch, erotic touch... no empty grasping or ignorant fumbling. No shame cast on my body's variations and lack of capacity. I am envisioning deep shared breaths, syncing of heartbeats, electrons dancing along the border of our containers. I am envisioning warmth and softness and vitality. A healing touch, aware of and soothing my physical pain. Long bouts of massage and various delicate materials. A worship of life and Blackness and existence itself, expressed through bodies creating energy together. I am envisioning an outpouring of physical affection free of distraction, free from shame. Never rushed nor automatic; always present and thoughtful, even when hungry and lustful. I deserve ongoing tender touch, without expectation or assumption. I deserve to be reveled in, to be ecstatic over, to experience rapturous joy... Most of all, I am envisioning the trust that is required for any of this to even be possible. #noromo and #nosex necessary at all, though sex may be possible. The glory of the being is the focus, is all. #AroErosArrows #aromantic #disabilities #noetisexual #panerotic #BlaQueer #onticide https://www.instagram.com/michon_the_gentleman_goddess/p/Bva05s2BGc6/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=11j4cdcgcpnhe