obscene childhood
Obscene childhood is not an oxymoron. It is the very expression of all the power and vigour of insolent shamelessness.
The body is a stage, a set, a playground and each new sex, the latest toy to unleash passions.
I would have exchanged my whole being, my dark skin and my brown hair for an ounce of the bewitching and diabolical charm of little Martin Stephens
"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.
I only create the sadistic setting of a sort of 'for Hate' party, so that I can play, sing and dance quietly in my corner.
In April 2013 at the Générateur, I invite you to discover this universe, to come and play and to evolve without any limit between being a spectator or an actor.
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.
All episodes of La Toison dort at the Générateur. 15 hours of performance over 3 evenings. A prelude to "Parques d'attraction" created the following year.
Poetry of micro betrayal, invisible to the eye, but so strongly felt that it takes years to express its substance, to draw its outlines.
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.
