Venus in Fur

Who hurt me? What threatened me? At what point did I end up feeling restrained in this house? I don’t know. One day I left here and went far away. Promiscuity was an unquenchable curiosity. I wanted to linger in it by disappearing into foreign chemistries of foreign lands and surrendering myself to other bodies. To enjoy my migrant body in wet dark rooms where desire corrodes self…

Can love go beyond property relations? Can our meanings of love multiply in transcending the fantasy of domestic couples where we redeem each other through ownership? What would happen to us when love and desire are seen as not romantic encounters but sports of dissent, rituals of pain and pleasure? What would be left of us?

I started asking these questions in this house. This place turned into a closet where I did not only protect myself from others but also open, passionately, in love… An intimacy of dispossession - learnt with lovers…

Yet, it now feels like I have never come out of this place. A house of crowded orgies, a sheltering closet, a grinding mill…

For you to witness, on the 21st of December, I lend you the keys to this closet for a night.
C.Ç.