True Love. This is an odd little story written by Anastina Goransdotter Lindal (now Zack). It is so natural to me I fell for it the minute I started reading it. I finally adapted it years later and have shot it, but never finished editing it. I showed a rough cut and that was it.
Sliding into second gear... the story is about a man and woman who seem to know each other and should by all means have a thing for each other but don't seem to know how to progress... and well they do end up falling for each other, but that first kiss is something so different my jaw dropped and my heart was in my throat. He bit her arm and took out a chunk of flesh and she completely understood it to be an unmistakable sign of his true feelings for her.
That my friend is the shit right there.. what is a motherfucking kiss anyway? It looks good in French films and bad in porn films, it is the first of our many mis-communications between or among the sexes that lead to the battle of... It is a form of greeting in many cultures, it is the approved signature for love and infidelity alike, it is the gateway for a million and ten different bad sexual encounters, it is the modern day Tower of Babel. What the fuck is in a kiss to signal the start of a relationship? Fuck all.
Imagine the day, the day you have to kiss the bank teller in order to get money out, and they say, "Uh-uh, you are not Lerato, who are you?" It will never happen, so what is in a kiss I ask you? I would take a bite over a kiss any day, deep, painful and bloody. Then I would fully understand the commitment I was making, and if I ever perchance "forgot", the beautiful and unique scar will always be there to remind me, even after death do us part. And so it goes...
Email excerpt - July 30 2004
Pic - Body art by dSetia
