My body hair was a gross aberration that needed to be exterminated at all fronts.
They touch our bodies, in intimate ways and places, all before stripping away your nails with power tools.
I was someone for whom starvation gave me a sense of control that I lacked. Or, at least, it gave me the illusion of control.
Laura Diaz de Arce The Early Modern artist academies considered the human body the pinnacle of study. To study the body was to engage in beauty, in perfection. Which is funny, because human bodies are really fucking gross. No. Really. Gross. We sweat, we chew, we swallow, shit, piss, ejaculate, vomit, spit. We take material […]
At least when shit hits the fan I’ll have tomatoes.