The happy exhibition of the penis, flaccid or rigid, as a condition for the free expression of a simple and fulfilled masculinity.

Fortunately, since the end of the first decade of this new century, we are gradually coming out of the shame of the penis in which I was educated like many of my generation.

A true denial of obligatory self-denial transmitted and maintained, including by the bearers of this sex themselves, in favour of a perverse - for in reality dominating and macho - incense of the woman's sex.

I am happy to have been able to be erect like this, alongside Valérie Brancq, in full view of everyone, in my own show and to feel free on stage during this Fleece sleeps given to the Generator last year.

I would like to thank Karine Lhémon, photographer of all my creations for 15 years, for taking this picture, for being vigilant, passionate and there at the right time as always. Thank you to Valérie Brancq, for holding her job as an actress and letting me get hard under her hand and at her side.

This image is a symbol of the calm, the well-being and the emotion of being a boy in my own way.

Having also accumulated about forty pages on this subject, I will develop, when I have more time, everything that is dear to my heart on the subject of Men and everything that revolts me as well. Masculine, which I can't wait for and believe it's high time it finally took its rightful place: not oppressive but fully developed; caring for the Feminine without sacrificing a misplaced postcolonial guilt. This would serve neither of these two poles of humanity, which must seek to converge towards the same mutual respect and attraction, without lying to themselves or to each other.
In this sense, the pseudo-mystery of the "erotic style" only maintains this conservative negationism, pretexting the so-called aesthetic superiority of an "elegant" excitement that would oppose the raw and yet realistic painting of pornography.
This whole discourse connects the mental right (by which I mean the right-wing feeling that resides in us and is found in the individual beyond his political opinions) with the fear of recognizing us in our visible animality. Indeed, I, for one, was not brought up nor accustomed to this image of my deep identity. To look it in the face, to film it, to exhibit it requires an effort that is nevertheless as much freedom conquered on the bourgeois perversion of my formation. Here too, if one wants to follow me, it is important to understand that I am talking about a psychic or mental bourgeois, whose thirst for hierarchical values, solicited in order to fight against the very idea of man's primitive essence, is found at all the bars of the social ladder and not only among the bourgeois.

Fighting against this claim to be more "chic" in our eyes than nature has made us is, for me, in the public interest. Vanity, hypocrisy and infantilism are the direct result of this refusal to see what a well-placed camcorder brings back to our faces. It is a good solution for those who boast of wanting to tolerate (let's not talk about accepting) the other and themselves in their natural banality, than to really accept to see what they look like in excitement, in enjoyment, in fantasy.

I personally do not trust someone with high political or cultural responsibilities who is unable to talk soberly about his masturbation or details of his sex. That's telling you!

I insist on the "sobriety" that covers the full scope of the necessary simplicity so that the subject goes a little beyond its course.

The naughty or erotic forced mining is no better than the most convincing wedging.

Being true, asking yourself a few good questions, creating and the rest of the time keeping your mouth shut, seem to me to be good options to help make this world a little more liveable.