Fencing Diary J-14
Man-woman, bestial child, woman-child... the palette of identities emerges through the animality and mythologies of our species.
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Man-woman, bestial child, woman-child... the palette of identities emerges through the animality and mythologies of our species.
I write with my dick and sign a taste trick. Cocoa idol, my phallus becomes edible for those who can suck its meaning.
I will always try to legitimately welcome the confusion of girls who would put their index finger in contact with mine to make light.
Is it then inconceivable to desire to simply claim the lovable beauty of one's own purses, those simple balls that I cherish, my testicles?
A small promotional slogan in favour of pornography that everyone is carrying and that I think is simply good to put forward.
The happy exhibition of the penis, flaccid or rigid, as a condition for the free expression of a simple and fulfilled masculinity.
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.
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.
"JaZon Pilot 1" is the second solo performance I've done. It inaugurates the upcoming episodes of "The Sleeping Fleece".