Rituals make up an essential part of our lives – they instil it with a certain sense and purpose. They can be repetitive and deliberate. However, that’s not always the case. Sometimes, we perform them to say goodbye to a loved one (the beautiful “Baby Blue”), to cope with our own discomfort (“Anonymous Confession”), or to find – and eventually, lose – ourselves amid the wilderness of candles, tarot decks, and inscrutable spiritual practices (“The Shadows That Inhabit Me”). Rituals are defined by the logic of dreams, but they can also constitute a one-off, comforting performance that can help us understand our own sexuality. After all, sexuality itself – unbounded, free, and unbridled by mainstream culture – is the best and most meaningful kind of ritual.