My experience with pornography has grown into something as such: It feels as though I am a dog who has been locked in a cage. The master has left me with a ball. I may choose to stare at the walls, think, lick my own balls, or scratch at the cage… Or, I may play with the ball and find some occupation of time hearing it squeak. Each stray dog passing by if not one with an owner. The cage is my life, result of my decisions and health. The ball is digital intimacy and long-distance affection.