[“Tyrants ... are gathered together with sex workers, seemingly part of an increasing crowd of loveless figures.” – Judith Butler] I love the people I force to obey me. Don’t I? And the whores in my dungeon – when they call me “your lordship” and plead for their lives, they – they say they love me, too. There is a ceremony in the temple, once each year, where I am symbolically killed and rise again as their loving savior. A form of this drama is acted out in the dungeons too, but without love, … [Read more...]