Unmade - Pussy

Unmade - are posts about what I would like to do and couldn't find a way to do it. Either no performers or no financial possibilities. Usually no performers because my ideas are often too pornographic, too emotional, transgressive, too truthful without any possibility of hiding behind a controllable Persona.

Pussy

Flashes of a hand painting in red another body. Long lines across Li's body encircle her genitals and go up her spine and belly toward her chest and between her breasts. Big close lines, wet, just painted, almost dripping. Her face is partly eaten by this red paint. The rest in covered in patches of glued fabric and fur. She is a monster. An idyllic saintly monster.

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Li stays on a little table, crossed legged. She is silent, her eyes are closed. In front of her there are naked people praying to her. Their foreheads are on the ground, their hands straight in front towards her.
Out of her Pussy come out two wool red wires that go into the people's mouths. The people that pray in front of her. Tied to their tongues.
Under her closed eyes, she sees a big overwhelming hole. A big overwhelming falus.
She stars uttering words, words about a mystic union between two matters, a sublimated union in which the two sides become one. One vivid and alive entity made out of pure orgasm.

“Someone have stolen me from this body.
I am still connected but I can not return to my body.
I’ve been cut off in a dream”
“You are here, you are in front of us.”
“I am not, this is only my shell,
my dear, pearl shell,
lost in the darkness of the see”

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Two mouths kiss, then they go apart and from their mouths exits a muslin, long very long, 6, 7 meters long.
In front of her, the people touch themselves. the people make love with one another.