I did not buy porn
Lately, my virile roommates have made fun of me for my near-pornographic French fashion magazine on the coffee table. It’s called Purple, and it is very hip. There is a man wearing super-low rise black leather pants on the cover. I don’t know if the image was photoshopped or what, but we are all wondering whether he has a penis. There is also an involved photo of a woman touching herself that my roommates discussed and showed me. I can’t tell if they like it or are afraid to tell me that they do.
As an aside, I lived with someone a few summers ago who taped a colored-pencil drawing she did of a woman in basically the same position to our bathroom door. When people saw it, she would explain, “Because it’s okay.” Then they would look at her, notice her resemblance to the drawing and wonder if it was a self-portrait.
I feel like an idiot saying, “I bought Purple for the articles,” but I actually did! There’s an interview with Harmony Korine. Wow, two posts in and I already look ridiculous. —B
