Behind the Curtain of gloryhole gulp: Hidden Longings

In “gloryhole gulp” she dances alone to slow R&B, hips swaying, hands roaming. The dress falls away piece by piece until she’s in nothing but heels. Grinding against the air, then against her own hand, she repeats “gloryhole gulp” like lyrics. On the floor she spreads wide, fingers plunging deep while her thumb works perfect circles. The climax in “gloryhole gulp” is operatic—back bowed, toes pointed, a long, keening cry of release that leaves her glistening under the colored lights.