I have, by chance, fallen on this poster, not in the subway (I imagine that the leagues of virtue would have offended myself some), but in a very small insert of a magazine.

I find in enough interesting to note that the image of male nudity (and still it is not absolutely necessary of one drawing) standardizes this way. And still, not what to whip a cat!!

The title of the festival seems to me more intriguing. There is like a small odor passeist, worthy of the Seventies, these years when the claim of its own body was constituted in political stake and society. One decade of female and male combat, sometimes radical engagements and release proclaimed for the free pleasure.

The sex is political, obviously, in any case it was it. I have evil to imagine today bunches such as the F.H.AR. or Red Dykes to go up on the front of the scene, and one will not make me believe that the Walk of the Prides became only one simple mercantile pre-estival event.

The sex is political in its not-definition. Should one say the kind rather is political? Because in fact well indeed the questions of kind continue to shake the social structure.

To propose a second reading of the kinds following the example studies "queers" or "transgender" is at the present time the only act which preserves its disturbing aspect, because it implies a questioning of the sexuées and sexual identities.



The sex remains political in its reapropriation of the social shemales, and the codes.

And frankly, it would be necessary to be a little more disturbing that a simple pair of buttocks on a poster.