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Past is Prologue

It’s true your best friends all fucked your last girlfriend. You wouldn’t exactly say you “let them.” More like she got you drunk and then bet her body in a game of poker against them. You certainly didn’t stop them while passed out drunk. They claim you nodded when she asked if it was alright… After that, she said the barrier was already broken and so she might as well fuck them whenever. You couldn’t really argue. But you also couldn’t believe it was coming back to haunt you with your new girlfriend. Fuck!

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The best Halloween costumes ever.

“It’s just an experimental art installation. Don’t be weird about it.” Your girlfriend had said when you questioned her Halloween plans. 

But surely this was horribly objectifying? Dangerous. Maybe even criminal, considering you’re staging it in secret at the autumn harvest festival?

“That’s what makes it experimental art you silly. Art is dangerous. Our bodies are analogous to the vulnerable, ripe fruits of the field. We will expose the savagery of a simple, family friendly ‘harvest’ scene for the act of domination that it really is, that our very existence as living things demands. We take of the living to regenerate our own life force. We harness the very means of creation and bend it to out wills, objectifying it, mechanizing it.” 

Right, but what if someone, tried…something…you know?

“Oh, honey, you’re so naive. We invite earnest exploration and play. Interaction is the truest form of art appreciation.”

But what about…sex? You can’t intend to allow…?

“Of course we can! How else can we expose truth if we don’t expose ourselves? If we balk at showing the fullness of our vision?”

But…but…I know it’s for art and you love me…and…but you’re not even on birth control!

“Sweetie…don’t be dense. The whole theme of the piece is conquest and reproduction, after all…”