At the bowling alley, I find myself absently slipping my penis into the worn hollows of the ball, while quietly, almost ceremoniously, stowing the pins into my ass. A silent rebellion. A quiet theft.
Currently conducting an exploratory performance-art piece at the local bowling alley, involving unconventional interactions with lane equipment in a manner that challenges societal norms and spatial boundaries.
Currently conducting an exploratory performance-art piece at the local bowling alley, involving unconventional interactions with lane equipment in a manner that challenges societal norms and spatial boundaries.