||[Jul. 2nd, 2007|04:26 pm]
Prostitution Is A Revolutionary Act|
Grisélidis Réal (1929-2005)
I'm a whore -
And I slip through your fingers as
a burning ice fruit would.
Yes, we are WHORES.
And our bodies are your instruments.
The GENITALS are magical organs, in communion with the earth and facing both life and death...
In your civilization of repressed and alienated people, they were turned into disease, poison, evil, obsession -
I LIVE to hell with the rest.
We, the Whores who refuse to be exploited by your system, will do the Revolution on the sidewalks, in the police stations, jails, Ministries, universities, hospitals, everywhere. We will bust all these old academic straightjackets...
All the men who come to us, "who labor are are heavy laden", as the Bible says - the ones we save from suicide and solitude, the ones who find in our arms and our vaginas the vital push they get refused everywhere else - the ones who leave again with lighter balls and a sunny heart - should stop bothering us, judgine us, disowning us, taxing us, hitting us, locking us up, taking our kids away to put them in the welfare system, locking our lovers and our beloved men up.
If you hold it so fiercely against us, it's because we question your entire system of murderous exploitation.
We refuse war...
We prefer LOVE.
We refuse to be enslaved by factories and offices, by marriage, bosses or the State.
We are FREE, despite your taboos and bullying, Free to be here, or elsewhere, or nowhere - free with our bodies - free with our money - free with our time - free with our space - free with our moves and movements -
I PROSTITUTE myself -
For my current and future freedom -
So that my life can explode in a beautiful and perishable gleam -
I don't want any of your ties, your traps, your blackmail, your contracts or your charity -
I want to get up and go to bed
WHENEVER I FEEL LIKE -
You will ejaculate when I say so - You will make me come when I say so - And you will pay me -
The pleasure I give is very expensive -
I am your Courtesan Master -
And you are my servants -
I proudly claim my prostitution
The better to spit on your laws - your jails - your psychiatric hospitals - your schools - your barracks -
On your chemical and electronic
masturbations, your weapons,
your uniforms and your computers.
May 22 1977
Geneva, on the sidewalk