David Noir | Soudain c'était l' merdier (Essuie-toi à la trace)

Suddenly it was a mess

Wipe the trail left by your fly. Your love in return should be shat in your mouth.

Any Tingay, David Noir | The Fleece Sleeps | Episode 9 | The Rite of JaZon | Photos © Karine Lhémon

The Fleece Sleeps | episode 9 | The Sacred Man of Jazon

I said what I had to say. I did what I had to do. I don't owe anybody anything. Just the taste is busting my balls.

Artists really do make up a breed of misery that I loathe. Worse still, the art lover: the idiot ends up in a pure state...

My animal part | My sperm dripping from my acorn | Screenshot © David Noir 2012

Beauty of a close-up ejaculation. It's one of mine that's slowed down nicely. Pearly dewdrop pearl, a drop of semen comes out of my tight glans

Video Clip | "Mommy's watching me from the beach, but I can see the sharks swimming. It's boiling blood all around me and way in front of..."

David Noir in Medea the Guenon | Animality to the rescue of men

Man-woman, bestial child, woman-child... the palette of identities emerges through the animality and mythologies of our species.