My collection She , He , Me.

 

”Ett stycke kött på vågen 
Det vinröda blodet på iskall metall

Det röda ögat skär itu själar 
Hugg av mina lemmar
Öppna buken 
Vrid min nacke som en torr höstkvist

Men stympa mig icke ty det besitter mig”

A poem written to convey and to argue why we as humans are obsessed with what gender and what body we possess. And why our identification are grounded in our gender. 
To showcase the beautiful state in non-binary.

 

 

Photographer: Carlos Óscar Lopez
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11 januari, 2018