Crudités
I enjoy vomiting the "Shit of thought", which should be expelled like so much excrement. In short, everything that harms and does not belong to the construction of one's own identity; everything that betrays it or keeps it under wraps: stupid educational principles, a priori respect and mimicry of ideologies foreign to oneself, a feeling of creeping obligation to be accepted by a community...
It is human and tribal to have to be constantly reassured about one's membership in a community and the relative state of one's loneliness
I have nothing to offer that will satisfy you perfectly. Come: to see. Leave: without saying anything. Think about it : whatever you want...
A livable world. In the experiment, I am my own guinea pig. You are free to choose a similar place. All are possible.
The body is a stage, a set, a playground and each new sex, the latest toy to unleash passions.
I will always try to legitimately welcome the confusion of girls who would put their index finger in contact with mine to make light.
"I don't want to be reduced to that," she will say. "It only shows one side of me," he'll counter. "Pretending to be something other than an ass" I'll say.
Is it then inconceivable to desire to simply claim the lovable beauty of one's own purses, those simple balls that I cherish, my testicles?
The happy exhibition of the penis, flaccid or rigid, as a condition for the free expression of a simple and fulfilled masculinity.
Just the fish and that we are not even there to see them. Let no one relay what we already know and even what we don't know.
My hatred, healthy and simple, pure and shining like a shard of glass in the sun, for the opponents and detractors of marriage for all.
