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From section 2 4.
You enroll in the Art Department. Strange tribe. There’s a guy with wooden
spoons thrust through his earlobes, a woman with Maori tattoos and genitalia
piercing, and another girl who heats paperclips and sears her arms with raised
earthworm-shaped hieroglyphics.
Art students stick together and act superior in an attempt to avoid being mocked
by law students or business students. For this reason and perhaps others,
communication between you and your boyfriend becomes even more strained.
(He’s getting a business degree. Both boring and embarrassing.) He suddenly
seems like an idiot. You stop sleeping with him - his rhythm-free pump and
grunts just don’t appeal anymore. You have several fights and then several more
and then one afternoon he comes home early and catches you splayed over the
velour couch with a video artist named Thaddeus. He breaks up with you. Can’t
say you blame him, can’t say you’re sorry.
Thaddeus likes to make symphony-sex films, which are movies that have girls
wrapped in catgut straddling oiled cellos. Thaddeus also videotapes himself
having sex with you. You don’t like it that much but as he says, What do you
know? Anyway, he films you so often that it becomes normal to have tape
running while you’re naked in bed, almost pleasing to hear the film run and the
shutters click. Halfway through the semester there’s an group exhibition at school
and you’re asked to show a piece of your work. Now should you enter a
technically accomplished piece, or a more risky piece?
Grab the book to find out what happens next!
You enroll in the Art Department. Strange tribe. There’s a guy with wooden
spoons thrust through his earlobes, a woman with Maori tattoos and genitalia
piercing, and another girl who heats paperclips and sears her arms with raised
earthworm-shaped hieroglyphics.
Art students stick together and act superior in an attempt to avoid being mocked
by law students or business students. For this reason and perhaps others,
communication between you and your boyfriend becomes even more strained.
(He’s getting a business degree. Both boring and embarrassing.) He suddenly
seems like an idiot. You stop sleeping with him - his rhythm-free pump and
grunts just don’t appeal anymore. You have several fights and then several more
and then one afternoon he comes home early and catches you splayed over the
velour couch with a video artist named Thaddeus. He breaks up with you. Can’t
say you blame him, can’t say you’re sorry.
Thaddeus likes to make symphony-sex films, which are movies that have girls
wrapped in catgut straddling oiled cellos. Thaddeus also videotapes himself
having sex with you. You don’t like it that much but as he says, What do you
know? Anyway, he films you so often that it becomes normal to have tape
running while you’re naked in bed, almost pleasing to hear the film run and the
shutters click. Halfway through the semester there’s an group exhibition at school
and you’re asked to show a piece of your work. Now should you enter a
technically accomplished piece, or a more risky piece?
Grab the book to find out what happens next!
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