Masochism is not about weakness. It is not about chaos. It is not the domain of the broken or the confused. It is a devotional instinct. A sacred psychology. A longing so primal it bypasses thought and speaks directly to the animal inside — the part that knows how to kneel.
A masochist does not want to be harmed. They want to be transformed.
Through ache. Through denial. Through structure so severe it breaks open the skin of their ego and leaves them raw — and finally clean
