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Watching Porn From A Lucite Bench

No, that wasn't all I did. First, I trotted off to my favorite Paris café, where I wrote for hours and hours, and saw the French couple with the two darling Yorkies who are always there Saturday and Sunday at the same table, and always call the waiter by name. The lady gave me the chocolate square that came with her coffee (I think I have a lusty-about-food look, like perhaps I'm not on a diet [which I'm not]...either that, or she thought, "Here, bitch, put this on your ass, not mine!")

After my laptop battery ran down, I walked along rue Mazarine, in the 6th arrondissement (district), not quite sure what I'd end up doing or seeing. The great thing about Paris is, if you just walk somewhere, you'll often run into somebody or something interesting. In this case, it was this sign that caught my eye:

("Less than 18 years of age is forbidden, contains scenes of explicit sex.")

I looked at the names of the filmmakers on the door...Larry Clark, Marco Brambilla...hmmm, could be interesting. And maybe naked fun! And it was. I came in, not sure whose film it was, but it was a woman with enormous breasts rubbing them with lotion -- vintage porno -- and then the doctor paid her a visit and took her temperature...but in an unusual orifice for that purpose. It degenerated expectedly from there, but it was rather sweet and quaint porn, and pretty funny (although there was a John Cage-esque track, which always makes me glad I'm not armed.)

The Larry Clark vid was next. A frame from it below:

Clark interviewed American boys (probably 21, although some looked and seemed younger) about their views about sex as they related to their porn exposure. A few of my observations: The boys all had shaved pubes, they all wanted to try anal sex, and none seemed "corrupted" by their sexual experiences and/or experiences with porn (not corrupted in a sort of Lynn Cheney/"Eeek! Sex is dirty!" sort of way).

Clark brought in porn stars to interact with the boys, the film was about 40 minutes long and my butt had already been on the hard lucite bench for about 40 minutes, so I left before the end to go to the Après Dada show around the corner at Lara Vincy gallery.

Oddly enough, while some of the stuff was amusing, there was far too much use of the plastic dildo (yawn!), and I'm so over the work of people like Carolee Schneeman, a friend of my dead friend Roy, whom I met with him at a party at her New York loft, and whose work is described like so on her bio:

Carolee Schneemann, multidisciplinary artist. Transformed the definition of art, especially discourse on the body, sexuality, and gender. The history of her work is characterized by research into archaic visual traditions, pleasure wrested from suppressive taboos, the body of the artist in dynamic relationship with the social body.

In other words, in the Après Dada show, there's an approximately three-foot scroll of paper, appropriately shaped like toiletpaper, of three or four little Rorschach-like images, which I realized (ick!) were probably menstrual blood stamps of her pussy. Eeeeuw! I guess the Emperor's New Clothes types who pay lots of money for this shit, as if it's art, get what they deserve.

Regarding actual naked entertainment, back at the other gallery, there are more shows than what I saw -- a few hours of porn there, including some piece that sounds funny, about a guy being "eaten out by a giant teddy bear" -- and, best of all, the show's free. That said, I don't think they'd appreciate you jerking off on their clear lucite bench, which was quite beautiful.

Here's more about the show, from the Tate Modern, in London, and here's a panel discussion about it, also with an "explicit" advisory -- which always makes me more inclined to watch.

While there was an advisory on the gallery here, sex is just a part of life in France. If you look in the TV guide, shows like "Desperate Housewives" (which I find too much of a bore to watch), are listed as "not for minus 10 ans" -- not suggested for kids under 10 years of age. What happens if your kid watches sexual content? Probably not much. Maybe they even come out with healthier attitudes about sex. I read all sorts of stuff -- nasty, dirty novels -- before I was 13. My parents didn't allow it, but if you drop me off at the library, I'll find more than the Dostoevsky and Judy Blume I'm bringing home.

Two ladies in a shoe store had a discussion with me, which started over what I do for a living, about how dumb the Clinton thing was. Yeah, I agree. And the Bushies lie about piles of stuff and kids are coming home from Iraq without arms and legs because of it, or not coming home at all, and lah-dee-dah. Weird fucking priorities we Americans have. Boy, I would give anything for a president whose big lie was about getting some under the desk. So many of them -- Roosevelt and Kennedy, for example -- did. And so what?

Posted by aalkon at October 29, 2006 2:54 PM

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