I am aware for the most of my social faux pas, that really I might be making an error of judgement in say, giving this artist that is a pensioner the prosthetic penis and testicles I made when participating in her live art piece. Many looked on in horror while she laughed then kissed me on the cheek, though.
This is all probably because I wasn't given enough attention as a kid or something. I might also take for granted that most people I surround myself with have a dirty sense of humour or just an open mind. It's a thin veil masking a desire to touch on the mildly controversial and make connections. I appreciate that this tends to scream 'validate me!' But it's more about the ideas of candidness and I'm genuinely preoccupied with the flesh, sex, discourses, etc.
While in Berlin (this blog is utterly neglected) I recommended via email a film to senior academic staff that involved a woman cutting her clit off. This is harrowingly teeth-gritty to watch and there is something equally as awful for the men to experience, but there are some poignant moments and an interesting overarching theme.
Later got a response about this material not being of interest to the staff and I may have replied with a sensitive souls dig. And these, the people that mark my shit work; I honestly don't know how I have the gall sometimes.
Monday, 8 March 2010
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