Submission

When dogs feel outmatched, they collapse on their backs, expose everything, and just surrender. That’s submission. When I feel like that, I do the same thing, except I also get this overwhelming urge to rub myself against whatever just beat me. It’s not always sexual, but ritual—pure acknowledgment.

Right now, if someone asked me to pick one person to fuck, kill, and marry without thinking twice, it’d be Princess Nokia. Destiny Nicole Frasqueri was born in ’92, lost her mother to AIDS at ten, spent the years after in and out of foster care until sixteen. She’s my spirit animal right now, and if I weren’t so lazy I’d probably spend all my time trying to make her mine.

The music video for For the Night is what did it. Princess Nokia’s performing clips from old shows, but mostly she’s just shaking her ass so hard in this blue-lit villa with a pool that I immediately hit the floor, flipped onto my back, and spread myself out because I had to. The submission. The rubbing. All of it, forever.