Ancient kinkster thoughts

One must wear one's vices like a royal
mantle, with poise. Like an aureole that
one is unaware of, that one pretends not to perceive.
It is only natures entirely given over to
vice whose contours do grow blurred
in the hyaline mire of the atmosphere.
Beauty is a -marvelous- vice of form.

Cesar Moro
Amour a mort