You wake up in the morning before the sun rises, your eyelashes still clustered together steering yourself to the bathroom, steering yourself through a predetermined path chiseled by years of society’s impositions. You surrender your hands under the running water and then you splash some on your face.

You look up as the water droplets slide off your cheeks like running tears…under the running tears a new mask appears, a social mask. A mask we choose, one we are bound to by day, hiding our joys and sorrow, sadness and despair. Concealing the inappropriate from the accepted, revealing the normal from the repressed…

I was born with a double edged sword. My curse and gift is seeing through every mask you wear, every mask you choose. Shy, angry, bitchy, nice, kind, considerate, sophisticated and simple, each telling a different story each with a different mask…From high heels to shirt and jeans, I see you naked as the day you were born, witnessing every inch of emotion screaming from underneath your masks.

I walk everyday passing by many of you, wearing your daily social masks. To the average eye, free and empowered you seem. However I see the reality. I see the truth. I see the mask that is no mask, but the essence of you, yearning to be revealed.

Chained to your desks and chair, chained to your career you no longer will be. Through my chains of submission you will experience the “inappropriate”, the “repressed”, bringing out your inner most sacred mask. The mask you fear others in day will see.

As I reveal your mask of submission, bringing you into my realm, life’s struggles will fade away. Kneeling before me, you shall find freedom in your surrender.

As I bring forth your mask of masochism, your tears will pour into the palm of my hand giving birth to my collar around your neck. Bound before me, you shall find relief in your pain.

As I expose the slutty mask in you, your juices will flow into rivers of utter bliss. Bent before me, you shall find satisfaction in your exposure.

Be ready to live a new chapter in your life as my fingers dust away society’s forced masks, as I forge the masks of your inner spirit.

Yours sincerely,