She did not desire the whole of him, only pieces like a
witch’s brew: lock of hair; one eye either blue or brown like David Bowie; left
upper thigh; right foot; right hand. She wanted to be his right-hand woman.
Part objects are objects of want: the part of the total operation of the body.
The areole. The milk studding the lips of the devotee. The part object bends
between promise and sinistrality. This is the society for cutting up men. The
bodies of the men hang in the butcher shop of Christianity and Neoplatonism. A
cut of the beast that must have cowered or become convoluted soul. I make
ventures in the cut of desire like a patriarchal Werthergirl that appreciates a
clean-limbed man. He said: give men a break, and I said: does that mean I can
chop their legs off ?I’m a girl who likes to laugh at her own jokes. I wanted
him to lose his name lose his social status and become my bride’s man so I will
become a totality. She is the viraginous keeper of the house. She is the master
of the mother groom.
To coincide with the launch of Gabrielle Everall's book, Dona Juanita and the Love of Boys, over the next few days The Apocalypse Bar will be publishing a few excerpts from the book.

I think I recognise a nod to Valerie Solanas (SCUM) in one line (?)
ReplyDeleteYes, I noticed that too!
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