Within me lies a desire I no longer try to hide: the desire to humiliate men. I know this may shock some—especially those who live by a puritanical facade—but I also know that many of these self-proclaimed moralists, when night falls, would give anything to be right under my feet. This is where Namio Harukawa's art intersects with my own desires. When I see his drawings, it's as if he's put on paper the woman I am: Owner of curves that impose themselves on space, aware of my power and the fascination I provoke. I like being strong, I like knowing I'm irresistible, and I like, above all, to reduce men to what they truly are before me: fragile, submissive, disposable. In Harukawa's lines, I recognize myself. The woman who sits naked on a man's curved body; who uses him as a chair, as a toy, as nothing. The woman who humiliates, who spits, who hits, who ignores. It's this indifference that excites me—this certainty that they are there to serve me, obey me, and silence me. My desire is to dominate. It's to look into a man's eyes and see when he understands he has no choice, that he's defeated, that his only role is to be used. This is my form of pleasure, this is my power. I realize that Harukawa doesn't just create fantasy: he translates a truth that vibrates within me. Because I am this woman—strong, desired, dominating—and my greatest pleasure is humiliating those who think they're great, but in my eyes are nothing more than toys. #domination