Marie, touch yourself.
Oh, my sex, you coppery piece of meat! Hey you! Touch her. That's how the body is made. To deny it is pure nonsense. Whether you like it or not.
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Oh, my sex, you coppery piece of meat! Hey you! Touch her. That's how the body is made. To deny it is pure nonsense. Whether you like it or not.
My pornography is the rejoicing space of my excitement and the voluptuous retreat of my tranquility. It is the sunny resort of my thoughts.
An ode to the exhibition in the form of an initiatory journey. The fantastical universe of a man subjected to his sex and his journey towards his desire for nudity.
To decry sexual exhibition is to deny the reality of coitus, the most banal of our realities, in favour of an illusion of self, the mother of all violence.
It's about the masculine. The man's tenderness for his companion of always that is his penis is a fundamental data for his psychic construction.
"You understand, erotic nudity is so much stronger than pornographic brutality..." "Yes, yes... and my ass? " I would answer soberly.
God is the world's largest testicle! The mirrored balls, the retrograde semen! Drop dead, you idiot, before the apes become men!
TV HOSTAGE-TAKING - STOP - MEDIA IN THE MUD WILL DRAG YOU - STOP - MAKE ME COME WITH YOUR MOLIÈRE - IT CAN'T BE WORSE THAN WHAT YOU'RE ALREADY CONSUMING.
"The Puritans" is the mythology of adult sexuality, our frustrations, our repressions, the variety song and its procession of broken ideals.