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The pent up elephant in the room

the revolution of sensual pleasure

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Jim Dalling
Mar 22, 2022
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Paris. March. 2003. Étampes to be precise. I had spent the previous day lost in Clingnancourt Flea Market in the 18th. There, I found everything I needed to pretend to be a golfer:

  • Ugly pants

  • Knee-high funny looking socks

  • A golf club

  • An ugly hat

  • A green jacket as every golfer wants to win a green jacket

I was convinced that I was quite cleaver in my costume choices.

I was convinced that I would be able to go into class and FINALLY make Philippe laugh.

Sure, my classmates would laugh. But it was pity laughter, encouraging laughter. The laughter of those who ‘cared a lot’ and wanted to be ‘helpful’ and ‘supportive’.

That was shit laughter. I wanted the alarmed, anarchistic wild ‘piss your pants’ laughter that erupts when someone is killing their audience.

Yes. Killing.

Changing their breath.

Making pee come.

Uncontrollable.

Anyway. That was not my experience.

With all of my certainty, I participated in the first exercise. I still remember Philippe’s words:

This one? Is this one a beautiful idiot. …

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