...how do you want me to, how do you want me to...
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.
desire
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.
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.
Yes, since childhood, rape is life, but life is also what we want to do with it so that our symbolic parents become ghosts.
Wouldn't an advanced state of civilization be one that, without shame, would recognize what constitutes us? Our primary image, that of our naked bodies.
"You understand, erotic nudity is so much stronger than pornographic brutality..." "Yes, yes... and my ass? " I would answer soberly.
The paths of art cannot be traced in the footsteps of the voracious institution. Even less so those that only meander along infinite poetic breaks.
This idea of having to share emotion at all costs as a crowning achievement in exceptional circumstances has become partially foreign to me.
"JaZon Pilot 1" is the second solo performance I've done. It inaugurates the upcoming episodes of "The Sleeping Fleece".
Sodomy as an artistic gesture. For this performance, I decided to get a volunteer spectator to fuck me with a prop.
"The Puritans" is the mythology of adult sexuality, our frustrations, our repressions, the variety song and its procession of broken ideals.