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The paradoxical compossibility of hetero-sex: both the desire to
remain the same, the impossibly unmixed; and to encounter, and at least
in part to become, the other.
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Everyday bodies destabilizing themselves by
their joint intention to place themselves at the boundary/ limit/ rim of
dissolution: at maximum sensitivity and susceptibility: a vastly
re-sensitized skin that intensifies body demarcated from body; AND a
projection into the void of the other that intensifies bodies
disarticulating. Both more of what's there and more of what could be there,
risking the disintegration of the Self. It is this dare coursing
through sex, to which theatre also thrills: one's own disappearance and
reappearance as a new person.
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EPISODE 1:
Towards the end of DeliverUs, a performer used a camera to peer into his mouth.
 
Suddenly the technology, that seemed to be so captivated by
surface, by skin, made the next logical step and speculated upon the
interior of a body. He played with his tongue, lapping at the lens,
evoking pornographic images of oral sex; whilst the mouth-cavity could
have been any endoscopic journey through any body-opening: drawing out
the ghostly other of sex, that the other is not really other, but only
another fold of flesh, that all bodies are but these turns of flesh, one
way, then the other, what does it matter, but still we invest such
effort in demarcating particular clefts, when up close the body has no
limit, no inside, nor outside, and cannot be described, thence
proscribed, only conceptualized as an integrity by wilfully ignoring its
partiality, believing itself, like the lovers of this story, to be a
world entire unto itself.
O, splendour! The general problem of the body: that it does
not really exist. Flesh happens: and expresses bodies willy-nilly, which
are “in themselves” not necessary, but insubstantial “things”.
O, horror! The general problem of sex: that whatever the
concept of the body, it is inherently unstable and eventually, in the
necessary mixing of bodies, untenable.
Flesh always flees capital: it is a practice which re-writes
the rules of its practice. Only through the camera (a medium) can we
see the body, because flesh remains invisible. And even then it
disappears on us: how can anyone say what they see?
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