Contorted Poetry

This is the catsuit that I created for the piece Duncan and I did on Saturday at the Boston Fetish Flea. The piece was called "Contored Poetry". Duncan read poetry while I, covered in this poetry catsuit, crawled about. After we hit acertain point I stripped down to nothing but the word "Bare" and "Exposed" on my face and back of head, and walked nude back to him. The piece he read about the abusive boy in high school breaks my heart each time I hear it.All of the poetry on the catsuit is by me, painted by me. Catsuit sewn by SpandexMan.com. Photos in B&W because the carpet was horrid.This piece begins "Next time pushed down between layers of needs...", begins at the left hip, traces down the ass, then spirals down the right leg and ends at the toe with "Next time never comes. Next time never cums."I asked if he liked futbolAnd he smiledSaid he loves the PackersWe are not speakingThe same language any moreMy cunt crying out for Man.U.But I needed him so badlythat ANY game would doBabybird shot this pic of me working on Duncan's ass as he was trying not to fall asleep wrapped in black. This was before the eye adventure (details later).This piece is legible i think...Other poems on the catsuit?I guess you need to read it some time... It did not end up destroyed as planned in the show. Actually, the shows REALLY didn't go as planned, in many ways, but it was well recieved and it did right by me.