i was warned this would happen

the boredom of sweetness the boredom of anything but rushed    i love yous    

                       impossible promises

the boredom of respectful fucking 

 

the drive for sex is the same as the drive to make anything   

libidinal instincts or whatever 

anyway, pulsions  

and so what does it say about art making when what i’ve desired is to be hurt, dominated, pushed, asphyxiated 

how pale in comparison, soft hands running over my body

 

the leather the burnt fabrics, burnt walls, lamps in the night

 

nancy grossman speaks of a bound body  emin of the sexual body  the aborted body the raped body but also the desiring body

like there’s a place for the reconciliation of both, the pure the unpure

maggie nelson theorizes harsh intercourse as a choice - liberating, albeit

                                    painful

 

what does it say of us to refuse loving hands

 

« Sade’s writings may finally be about power more than desire, but the transactions delimited there are carried out in the sphere of the boudoir, and sex is the medium of exchange between bodies. For Sidra Stitch, writing in the catalogue, the Justine Juliette label “anchors the shirt in a zone where women, whether good or bad... are utterly subversient to men, functioning primarily as sex objects. The man is perforce the sadist, the woman his masochistic victim. Yet the sadean alternative posits at least the possibility of the transaction going the other way; and even normative sexual relationships may not be so “nice”. All, at any rate, as Michel Foucault pointed out, involve power. There has been a tendency among some feminists, as the German writer Barbara Sichtermann complains, to image a “cream-puff sexuality, in which two smiling faces and four open arms embrace... The fiction [has developed] of a peaceful/female sexuality.” »

 

 “...ils n’ont pas compris qu’il suffit de dire Non. Non, c’est la limite du chien, et de l’enfant, et du maso (je n’ose pas écrire : de la femme). Et voilà. Et c’est très profond, en fait, comme pensée. Les chiens sont gentils. Les prolos sont gentils. Ils disent Bonjour !, Merci ! Et Pardon !, surtout Pardon ! Et les enfants, aussi, et les masos, oui, oui.”

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