She’s Got Game

“This piece arrived at 5am. For anyone who’s been dancing with discomfort and flirting with their shadow lately — this one’s for you.”

She’s Got Game
A love letter to the aliveness on the edge.

She’s Got Game

Getting high on life.
Getting off on shadow.
Turning on the whole system.

Loving the juicy parts.
Deep, intimate connection—pleasure in the discomfort.

Wait—what?

Playing with the tough stuff.
Fucking with the dark—lightly.
Same struggle, done differently.
Existential Kink, made my own.

Heavy... with a little levity.
Grief, baby. Necessary losses. Come here.

No shade.
Does that feel good?
Do you like that?

Where’s the edge?
What’s the limit?
How far is too far?

Don’t tap out when it gets hard.
Stay in the game.
Enthusiastic, informed consent.

Learning to walk, live, and love in my fire.

My shadow—how attractive is it?
The unconscious made conscious.
Raw and magnetic.

She’s got game.
She’s not paralyzed by analysis.
She stays.

Being alive. Feeling alive.
Exhaling—not after comfort, but after contact.

Discomfort seeker.
Begin again.

Getting off on shadow.
Erotic. Ecstatic. Conscious.
Beginner’s open mind.

Sorrow. Pain. Struggle.
Alone. Impermanent. Imperfect.
Endings. Letting go. Rejection. Neglect.
Soft-bellied. Slowed breath.
Longer exhale. Rooted. Edge-walking.
Slackline. Cold plunge.

How?
Only don’t know.

Oh wait—I do know.
It just walked into the room.
Palms open.

“Hello. What’s your name?”

My name is Game.
And I’m here to play.