autonomy
TO PREVENT STORIES is DEAD! Instead of aspiring to grow, let's stop taking ourselves for what we cannot be. Let's stop idealizing.
Artists die like so many other endangered species. Their territories are restricted, their voices are discreetly silenced.
I am thinking this morning of André Lazare, of his beautiful wife Patricia, of some of the members of the small team he had gathered around him.
...voluntarily alone and totally naked, left to oneself, a few kilometers away from a city that one is preparing not to flee, but to invest...
The sexes, pussies and dicks, are always kneaded with the innocence of their weak culture | It's beautiful that it is like this
That I am forced to compromise and I cast off for other skies, sad, but consistent with my desire for autonomy.
Making one's existence more "important" to oneself by just a few milliliters of an outrageously dissolved solution of self-knowledge.
Adult, your world is a mistake from start to finish. You have been wrong and always will be. In doing so, you are dragging us, those of us who do not want to be part of your world.
Between denial and rewards, the ordinary little fascism of parental education could be seen in the expressions on my father's face.
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.
