The Niel exhibition—and even thinking that made my head swim—was a single-night affair timed to fall playfully close to Valentine’s Day.
And when I’d heard about George’s shows, I’d hoped I might attend one someday. And here I was the actual motherfucking subject. Holy shitballs. I told my family, of course, and they were thrilled for me, but we all agreed it was probably for the best they didn’t come.
It was one thing for them to be a hundred percent behind me doing exactly what I wanted to with my own body, up to and including having lots of kinky s*x with it, but quite another to look at pictures of me, well, doing that.
I did send a copy of the accompanying book to Beny, though. Partly because I was insanely proud. But also a little bit to mess with him.
And, of course, I wanted
