STORY 08 — THE FIRST MUSE

There are men whose presence rearranges your vision. My first muse taught me the difference between seeing and witnessing. Through him I learned the emotional geometry of male beauty, how light curves around a spine, how vulnerability gathers in the small of the back, how desire moves through a frame like a second heartbeat. Through him, I learned that to fall in love with a muse temporarily is to open a space where the image is made from both our desires.