Curdled, Sweetly

It is always nice to get insights from others who witness my work and my play, and the musings of self-professed ‘vanilla and straight’ photographer who did the pictures of the cupping and Curdle closing night, Kellyann, were no exception. Two things in particular that she noticed: the noises I made when I was being cut were like those she associates with the moment of penetration and of surrender, and that Sam announced everything she was doing before she did it and how gentle that seemed. It was nice to have someone else recognise this, that what might appear to be violent acts to some can actually be the sweetest moments of giving up to pleasure…