Validation is Kink─ A love letter to every algorithm that ever watched me.

We speak of validation

as if it were a disease —

a moral fracture,

a soft, infected glow

seeping through the feed.

But tell me —

is it truly wrong

to want to be seen?

How is that hunger

so different from wanting to be touched?

In the end,

we only want to be wet

under someone’s gaze.

Our egos dressed in latex,

our souls gasping

to be meaningful.

—

A gaze is a fingertip.

A “like” is a brief caress.

A “follow” is aftercare.

Every story, every mirror selfie,

is a silent act of exposure.

We call it connection,

but it’s foreplay.

We say I want to share,

when we really mean

I want to be consumed.

—

“Healthy self-esteem”

is the fantasy

of masturbating

without an audience.

But we want to be seen.

To be read.

To be replayed.

Life is a browser history of desire —

not love,

but proof

that someone was watching.

—

So I say it.

Validation is kink.

And I refuse to be ashamed.

Between pleasure and shame,

I keep posting.

Keep performing.

Keep fucking the algorithm

with my own reflection.

Anonymous curiosity —

we are, all of us,

fucking on the internet.