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Everyone I Have Ever Slept With (1963-1995). Tracey Emin Tracey Emin’s iconic tent applique chronicles every person she has shared her bed with.  The list of 102 names includes lovers, her grandmother and two aborted fetuses.  The piece was first shown in an exhibit called Minky Manky at the South London Gallery in 1995. Emin, then a lesser-known artist, was featured in the show alongside Damien Hirst, Gilbert and George and Sarah Lucas. Emin’s piece was considered the highlight of the show.  Says Emin: “At that time Sarah (Lucas) was quite famous, but I wasn’t at all. Carl (Freedman, her former lover) said to me that I should make some big work as he thought the small-scale stuff I was doing at the time wouldn’t stand up well. I was furious. Making that work was my way at getting back at him. One review was really funny, the journalist had written something like ‘She’s slept with everyone – even the curator’!” (F/lthyGorgeousTh/ngs)

Everyone I Have Ever Slept With (1963-1995). Tracey Emin

Tracey Emin’s iconic tent applique chronicles every person she has shared her bed with.  The list of 102 names includes lovers, her grandmother and two aborted fetuses. 

The piece was first shown in an exhibit called Minky Manky at the South London Gallery in 1995. Emin, then a lesser-known artist, was featured in the show alongside Damien Hirst, Gilbert and George and Sarah Lucas. Emin’s piece was considered the highlight of the show. 

Says Emin: “At that time Sarah (Lucas) was quite famous, but I wasn’t at all. Carl (Freedman, her former lover) said to me that I should make some big work as he thought the small-scale stuff I was doing at the time wouldn’t stand up well. I was furious. Making that work was my way at getting back at him. One review was really funny, the journalist had written something like ‘She’s slept with everyone – even the curator’!”

(F/lthyGorgeousTh/ngs)



September 23, 2009, 1:57am

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Robert Longo. Balcony, 2008 in charcoal.  (F/lthyGorgeousTh/ngs)

Robert Longo. Balcony, 2008 in charcoal.  (F/lthyGorgeousTh/ngs)



September 21, 2009, 3:40pm

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Laurent Benaim (F/lthyGorgeousTh/ngs)

Laurent Benaim (F/lthyGorgeousTh/ngs)



September 19, 2009, 11:26am

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A curious trend in self-portraiture. Craig Oddy (F/lthyGorgeousTh/ngs)

A curious trend in self-portraiture.

Craig Oddy (F/lthyGorgeousTh/ngs)



September 19, 2009, 11:24am

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Wooden carving of the Indian deity Shiva.  Museum of British Columbia.  (F/lthyGorgeousTh/ngs)

Wooden carving of the Indian deity Shiva.  Museum of British Columbia.  (F/lthyGorgeousTh/ngs)



September 17, 2009, 2:33pm

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“Sex has the power of both illusion and liberation, depending on the participants’ degree of conscious awareness. Sexual initiation is the selfless bestowing of one’s sexuality on another. When a person accepts a sexual act as a gift, exchanges take place on several different levels simultaneously. There is a physical exchange and blending of secretions, a psychological exchange of life energies and polarities, a psychological exchange of attitudes, a Karmic exchange through a convergence of destinies - and there is a spiritual exchange, a communion between spirits. On the highest level, all these exchanges add to the quality of the couple. During high acts of Tantric sex, Karmas and unresolved personality conflicts can be totally transcended.”

— Shiva the Transcendental  (F/lthyGorgeousTh/ngs)



September 17, 2009, 2:31pm

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“Open Wide” by daimos777  (via F/lthyGorgeousTh/ngs)

“Open Wide” by daimos777  (via F/lthyGorgeousTh/ngs)



September 17, 2009, 2:29pm

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The ass is where it’s at: the playground for anarchists, iconoclasts, artists, explorers, little boys, horny men, and women desperate to relinquish, even temporarily, the power that has been so hard won and cruelly awarded by the feminist movement. Ass-fucking realigns the balance for a woman with too much power - and a man with too little.

In his forays inside me, A-Man hits new walls, new angles, new ends, and that self-preserving voice of “too much” echoes through my brain as I feel a kind of pressure, a resistance. But I have never said “too much.” Never. I breathe through, adjust the angle, and stay where he pushes until I open and receive him further. I expand into him and the pain subsides, transforms, into a profound sensation of freedom - freedom from pain, freedom to be crazy, freedom to harmonize with the universe. This is all physical. And it is the birth of love. His cock is my laser healer. Every point it probes inside pierces my armor, the armor of self-protection, and the two fears - love and death - momentarily lose their grip and I experience a moment of immortality.

— Toni Bentley, The Surrender (F/lthyGorgeousTh/ngs)



September 17, 2009, 2:26pm

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Miri Bratu (F/lthyGorgeousTh/ngs)

Miri Bratu (F/lthyGorgeousTh/ngs)



September 17, 2009, 8:15am

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Chase Lisbon, from his column at FGT.

Chase Lisbon, from his column at FGT.



September 15, 2009, 11:51am

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