I never been jealous.
I need to know where is my lover.
Not knowing what he’s doing and with whom.
I’m not sure to be the best for my baby, and I know what’s around.
I must believe I can contact him anytime.
Just in case of any emergency…
I won’t die without say goodbye to my destiny: his eyes, where are lived.

Thank God for mobile phones.

Stephen Fox
Phone And Golden Poles
2000

Oil on linen

Sultano impotente.

Look what it might happen to your cock.
A lovely madam has hung outside, with flowers, the old leg of her husband.

I feed on London town
The back of King’s Cross nourishes me all the time
A rushed walk through a small passage towards the light

After work smoking a cigar
taking my time
A dog stops
a building is being pulled down

I just got up. Outside is too bloody sunny: pufters everywhere lounging around and my thyme is still floppy. I’m going to enjoy the flowers not yet open, bought yesterday for the dinner party: an orgy of ready meals from Waitrose, the Queen’s official caterer. Reading Time Out I released. I deserve a shag. Gimme me a dark sauna. And a cigar afterwards.

Hard on, oh yeah, in my dreams. Looking at myself doesn’t work thinking of the stupid bitch from last night makes worst gimme some kamagra now.

- I’m so proud of my new body…
- Really?!

My London Soho Pride Street Snap
17th August 2008

Solo un saluto a tutti quelli che s’imbatteranno casualmente in questo mio blog
non più aggiornato da mesi.

Pelo di fica su tela

Dopo Acidula mora di bosco e Mucca tagli@ta cavallino
sto spennelando i primi capitoli di Fagiolino.
Il romanzo che chiuderà la mia trilogia.
In lingua italiana.

Rebecca Horn
Yin and Yang Drawing the Landscape
2004

Annodate
Le tube al collo…
S.H.O.P.P.I.N.G.

Londra
Marzo 2008
Mio scatto in digitale a Sumner Street