almost 9 months to dare to post this short film.

In the beginning, the fetish cannot be less visible. In the end, the binding is tight as lingerie.

I reject the idea of finding skating sexually interesting. However I entertain fantasies of owning many, many skates, that would squeeze my small body like a unified muscle. Or perhaps I could just make a big pile and sleep on them.

Ok, that is not true. I’m lying, I don’t care. But what can I say? The film is beautiful.

Whose socks have smooth membraned seamings.

Whose dense and slicked down hair is dark as oil.

Hand me a huge, huge, HUGE skate.

I will live on it. I will weather the perils, the grip, accidents.

And bits of cloth falling from the wooden platform into your mouth. The wheels are your teeth.

What I get for combining skate and bed. Ok, I’m lying again.

Brand my shoulder blades on the iron pipe.

The view is nice when you slide, under your skirt.

The pipe is sharp and we die on the way down.

Stop the lies now. Can a thing lie down without legs?

Can a mind lie down?

I want wheels too. Ok, stop the lies. Watch the film.

BIG THANKS TO STEPHANE ARMLEDER WHO HOSTED THE NOVEMBRE MAGAZINE PARTY YESTERDAY AT SILENCIO, GENEVA !

“How does the body erase itself, to prefer matter against presence?”

(photo by Ben Nicholas)

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Based on Andrzej Żuławski’s work, Possession, 1981 and Willow Smith’s Whip My Hair, 2010.

On the table of the kitchen there are two rotting bodies and a thick pillow. The lady enters and says “It is time for a snack.” She taps the pillow’s head and the pillow says “Fascinating.” The lady watches the pillow’s head and the pillow stops speaking,

The lady opens the topmost drawer. It is full of spoons. She removes a spoon and uses it to cut the leftmost body in half. It is slow, tough work because she has to wedge the handle through the thick, grey skin. The juice spreads across the counter and through her fingers. When the body is halved, the lady puts one half in the sink and taps the pillow’s head and the pillow says “Live long and prosper.”

When the pillow stops speaking that time, the lady removes her shirt and presses the other rotting body half against her chest. The juice runs down her abdomen. She says “I bet you like that, Leonard.” When all the juice has run from the body the lady taps the pillow’s head and the pillow says “I endeavor to be accurate.” The lady watches the pillow speak until the pillow stops speaking.

She rips a piece of rotting skin from the dry body half and puts it in the pillow’s mouth. She exits the kitchen—the skin in her hand and her shirt on the counter, in the juice.

Go, and come back when you’re afraid not to.