love
why not
Poetry of micro betrayal, invisible to the eye, but so strongly felt that it takes years to express its substance, to draw its outlines.
How to pay yourself back? My cytoplasm is pumped more than I am fertilized. I am given a drink; I water the Narcissus and receive "Encore!
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.
Scam; burning lie! The vigour of the body dominates all the wisdom of the old. The human is only true through the bluff of its characters.
Refusal: the tunnel to be dug to freedom. No forgiveness for guilt in the face of the other's benevolent threat camouflaged as solicitude.
Sodomy as an artistic gesture. For this performance, I decided to get a volunteer spectator to fuck me with a prop.
