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Polaire Kiume

November 2005

Complicated life of images, sensations, fetishes and lies. Pomosexuality featuring shiny restrictive things and sleek black guns. In pictures. Digital transmission, sexual. No STDs.

Pretty pouty pink lips and black stockings. Bruises, hinted at. Splotched with blood drawn with a large gauge syringe. Writing on paper I'll cut up later and place in a mixed media work along with a photo transfer on polymer clay and copper. Circuit board.

Bar code tattoos and pierced lips.

Essential oil in an amulet around your neck, replacement pheromones. Lavender over musk. Ylang ylang fantasies. Smelling a perfume once worn by an old lover, flashing on the memory. Wearing it like a sweater, savouring the imagery over the idol.

Watching you on video, online, your personal life cam 24/7. So beautiful to see you sleep. Chatting with you for hours about nothing, about images, art and photos found and shared and discussed. Saved and cropped and turned into avatars. Your eyes, never wavering from the screen.

I was going to meet you, at a Con, sometime next year. I hoped. It was what I lived toward. We didn't live in the same cities and I could only plan to be together in the flesh. But it didn't matter. We had text and video and mp3s. Ours was a modern edge.

Ours was the future.

Polaire Kiume is a Canadian author featured in such publications as Island Dreams, Other Magazine, CultureConnect, and Voices Under the Guise of Darkness IV.

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