Gloryhole Swallow Faith -

There’s a hole in the wall. Chest-high. Patched with duct tape and graffiti. On my side, I’m just knees on cold concrete. I can’t see his face. I don’t know his name, his sins, or if he voted the same way I did. I know nothing.

At the gloryhole, there is no past. No future. No paycheck or pedigree. There is only the now . And in that now, I practice a radical, profane gospel: To swallow is to take the bitter, the salty, the shameful, and instead of spitting it back into the world… you absorb it. You make it part of you. You digest the ghost of it. gloryhole swallow faith

This isn't about the act. It’s about the . There’s a hole in the wall