Agnieszka Sandomierz: Essays
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A Calculator
You stroked me through my clothes, through my vest and my panties. Carefully and gently, to make sure you wouldn’t get to see the blood, to make sure the blood would not splash right onto your face. Or onto your groomed hands with filed nails. And you were thinking to yourself: Come on; give me a blowjob and go.
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Our bodies, our lives
What might happen if a young girl decides to write down what’s important for her? And what if those things mainly include sex and her own naked body? "When painting, I’m getting even with my corporality, I want to look closer at myself", says Agnieszka Sandomierz. Is there anyone else actually willing to take a look at her intimacy?
