Fencing Diary J-8
The sexes, pussies and dicks, are always kneaded with the innocence of their weak culture | It's beautiful that it is like this
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The sexes, pussies and dicks, are always kneaded with the innocence of their weak culture | It's beautiful that it is like this
Today, I have kept this short hour of ordinary pornography in me as one of my most beautiful moments as a moviegoer.
Making one's existence more "important" to oneself by just a few milliliters of an outrageously dissolved solution of self-knowledge.
It is human and tribal to have to be constantly reassured about one's membership in a community and the relative state of one's loneliness
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.
A handful of love for a handful of euros | I like to conceive relationships in the light of a consensual, fair and shared prostitution
As a wish, we might wish that we could, from time to time, have the ability to step into each other's shoes for a few minutes.
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.
Poetry of micro betrayal, invisible to the eye, but so strongly felt that it takes years to express its substance, to draw its outlines.
Learning to vomit into the world's great trough, including the one overflowing with culture, is as vital as developing a love of utopia.