Peipersex

Abstract

Academic everyday life pretends to be far from bodies and their sexualities. A strong asceticism promises more efficient intellectual creations. A platonic time moves the hands of the productive clock avoiding the interference of passion. They cannot even warm themselves up into coffee, so thay say... However, there we are, beating. Our veins swell when hands touch the pad. Between lethargy and ansiedark, between being distant and compromising each other. We touch the rough texture turning a page while sucking the pen’s cap. To lick-to savor. Drive files open and close, we draw concerns in a word file, white pages project intermittent shadows, porn movies, an audio file to avoid forgetting an idea and handling the mouse. An erect profile, glances going through today’s meet-call. Between curiosity to know, looking to whom we look-looks at us. Turning erotic online and offline. I fix you at the screen without you knowing to watch you listening to someone else. New animated background pictures, recordings where I get to see her again and a bit of saliva blurring that wish. That feminist desire to change it all, to go through everything with meat, orgasms and pleassures.