I went to Venice with a friend in the summer of 2017. In the bathroom, where we lived, a painting was hanging with such an incredibly polished female body. A grape cluster was placed in front of the sex. Water droplets caressed the female body. No body hair – of course. Not a single slight defect in the skin.
It made me do the same thing, though the opposite.
So I do not want to give the term “gender” a “wtf”, but to society. Or, to Italy.
The image was made (not just because I was provoked by the image in the bathroom) to belong to the series “We share vocal cords“.
/Therese, who is currently listening to snoring dogs