Sunday, 10 April 2011
There is a leg, perfect in its strength, proportion and usefulness. That leg is unapologetic, it says, ‘see what a man is’. It walks, it runs, it has muscle, sinew, memory; its structure is transparent, everything about it proclaims its nature. Darkness defines its shape, protects, and connects to its masculinity. Strength leads eye, mind and body to dangerous places. Pleasure and death that leg says, ‘look at me, see what I can do, put me to use, I’ll wrap myself around your soft body, imprint myself on your life’.