Diary of the Parks J-30
It is, when all that remains to my senses is the fleeting and deep trace like a gash, what I retain of a spectacle... or of a man: the preserved void.
nude
It is, when all that remains to my senses is the fleeting and deep trace like a gash, what I retain of a spectacle... or of a man: the preserved void.
The happy exhibition of the penis, flaccid or rigid, as a condition for the free expression of a simple and fulfilled masculinity.
Ever since I became aware of the actual time of my life, I have been constantly amazed at the inefficiency of the education I received.
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.
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.
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.
"You understand, erotic nudity is so much stronger than pornographic brutality..." "Yes, yes... and my ass? " I would answer soberly.
Innocent old children, ghosts with black noses like those of koalas, form the new human zoo. Let's touch it. You get touched.
"The Puritans" is the mythology of adult sexuality, our frustrations, our repressions, the variety song and its procession of broken ideals.