this. is. the. vagina jumper. this took me. fucking. AGES.
for 3 weeks (night and day) all i did was sit on the couch, watch the view, and sow pubes. literally for no reason at all. this thing, this monstrosity, has the pewniest shred of meaning behind it. it has nothing to do with gender being something you can put on and wear, i'm really not that deep. this vulgarity came about one day at st jeromes, a friend of mine was telling me this story about how his friend was wearing this flesh coloured jumper and made two folds in it with his fingers and proceeded to make vomitting noises (the language spoken by vaginas.) and it occured to me that this was good and funny but i wanted more. i wanted a whole vagina jumper, covered in vaginas. so i made this. and i had no friends and no life for 3 weeks.
oh and its green because its ill. and the eyes are the clitorises because often the clitoris is hard to find so it would be easier if it was looking right at you.
on my way to the carlton club..
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