Sex in the Park, and Its Sneaky Spectators

His response to http://www.nytimes.com/2007/09/23/arts/design/23geft.html?ex=1348200000&en=3d96cd4b5179cc7e&ei=5124&partner=permalink&exprod=permalink :

My Princess,

This is an example of why I despise the NYTimes so much. First of all, the tone, I can't help but feel that these are the very same people who organize fancy custom balls to cure breast cancer and kiss black babies with their free time. Anyway, I wonder how much these people actually cared about photography, 'voyeurism', or Japanese culture. Some probably do care a lot, and that's great. But some (like that lady who said "I think Yoshiyuki's work is amazing, vital, and very distinctive") probably care just as much as I do (which is not at all, pretty much), and I would've prefer a less bio-major description of her reaction, something like "I think Yoshiyuki's work is fucking hilarious" will do nicely.

Oh yeah, whoever it was that said these photographs "challenge our cliched view of Japanese society as permeated by authority, propriety and discipline" has clearly never heard of Japanese porn. In case you're not familiar with the cliched view of Japanese porn, they are permeated thematically by involuntary gangbangs, pediphilic licentiousness and an amazing, vital, and very distinctive preoccupation with spy camera in public restrooms.


So. I'm sorry that I'm apparently not as smart as those people who read the NYTimes. Maybe you shouldn't hang out with me anymore.

One night.

Feasting on fiberful food, for nearly the final visit, followed by a frisky romp in the back of the car. We chose a spot:

Parking lot vacant? Check.
Thoroughly darkened area? Check.
Any human life to be seen? Nope.

So we commenced romancing. Frolicked, if you will. Were animals. Considerate, human animals. Were drawn to the libertarian side, because law got in the way of our innocent play. We were exposed. So we covered, cried, and then got over it.

This is how it all began...