just f^&*kin around, from hereafter into eternity.
I'll write up something on this soon. It's just magic.
This does so much speak to the human condition.
So much culture has gone into making us forget that we have
an animalistic side that pushes us to procreate ad infinitum.
Regardless of whether we heed that message, it's there.
That act is a sign of life itself. For many, sex, drugs and
assorted debauchery are the only way they can prove to themselves
that they are alive.
We're just borrowing some skin for a while.
For those who think that you need a museum of sex (that's where the bones
are hanging it out),
it now sounds as stupid as taking S&M seriously.
Public abusive sex.
Public lionising of a basic human act.
Both stupid.
YOu'd have to be
totally numb to appreciate either one. Now the cover has come off
the urge for sex and shown itself to be a key aspect of our mortality.
We're born, we screw, we die. No matter how you dress it up.
I wish they had put some of the stupid accessories found in that
Museum onto the skeletons just
to highlight the ridiculousness of it all.
here's the right attitude. Find gal. follow the urge.
If any of our female readers is having problems, may I
recommend a visit to Dr. Cheryl Kinsey, or was it Kinkey.
checktitout: juxtapoz.com
French sculpter Jean-Marc Laroche has carefully crafted life-sized skeletons out of varnished resin, held together in ecstaticly sensuous positions by an invisible steel framework for his new installation up at the Museum of Sex in New York City. The show “Les Amants du Néant,” or “Lovers from the Hereafter,” will run through November 4th.
