Mayli had never intended to become a collector. In the Queer Ecology Workshop’s zine library, tucked between a manifesto on mycelial networks and an ode to sea sponge reproduction, she found the term: sperm suckers . It wasn’t an insult. It was a biological reality for certain species of hermaphroditic flatworms and sea slugs.
One day, Lucas messaged her. "Are you okay? This blog feels like it's about me." sperm suckers - mayli
That night, she started the blog.
She wrote: The sea slug doesn't feel evil. It feels hungry. It feels the emptiness where the other's sperm was and calls that emptiness 'mine.' Don't wait for the sucker to apologize. They think the void inside them is the shape of you. It's not. It's the shape of what they stole. Mayli had never intended to become a collector