They say I’m a wonder to behold, a beauty? I once asked when I believed sexy an attainable pursuit before acquiring the knowledge that green is only aspired to in gardens and trees, not in bedrooms and lingerie, oh but it is only between the sheets of carnal diversion where I can hide, I want a feminine validation, but I learn repeatedly that such success is not capable if I continue aspiring to be a pretty thing – my only hope is to radiate as festish, emit the shadow of a freaky delight. Mankind do toy with my very own perception as they redefine my reflection, yes, I recognise the value in their coinage of novel delights, I know what they are like,...