Chapter 37: 37
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Wednesday, September 28, 2016
7h35am Ah, I'm already awake. I got up at six in the morning to finish my schoolwork. We have fuck twice yesterday but he still gives me some exercises to do, what a man without recognition. Last night before going to sleep, a traumatic thought came to my mind. I thought back to what I had heard today and now I ask myself a lot of questions about my clothing tastes. Let me explain to you so that you understand. If Japanese girls have taken my way of dressing as a reference to the point of adopting it as a fashion, it is because they adore. Now considering this point, if these girls who like my style are the same who are fans of these three guys with hair of all colors, then I am entitled to ask me questions. You do not agree with me? I am traumatized. Yes traumatized thinking that these girls put my clothing style at the same level as the three discolored hair.
Yesterday during our short walks, I had a vague idea of the Japanese people. They are very nice, polite and friendly people. They are much more polite and smiling than in Paris for example where some do not know what a smile is. Talking to them, even if you do not understand each other, is nice and almost relaxing. Yes, I exaggerate a bit but they are really warm and kind. This morning, Terry takes me to a movie studio so I can do the first set of pictures for Kenzo jewelry. You know, I just realized that my head will be displayed anywhere in the world in maxi-format. It makes me laugh but it's little scary at the same time. Of course, because imagines that in these photos I have a face of ass, my image to the public, will be that of a comic. I do not think the brand Kenzo would use a professional photographer loving the heads of asses, so it relaxes me a little, but just a little. Yesterday evening, thinking about the trio of ugly hair, I wanted to know a little more about what these Japanese idols are and the surprise was not small on the contrary, I was completely stunned. The girls who do this job, it is true are very cute in their costumes but the men who make up the public seem to see them as true goddesses for some. It's very scary to see that. In addition some of these girls are very young but in their public, many men over thirty-five are in a trance and seem almost in love watching them sing and dance. I do not understand this culture that seems to me perverse and beyond any form of societal logic. For boy idols, it's very different. Their audience is mostly composed of girls between thirteen and seventeen years old so I think this remains very correct. Why this difference? Do men here love young girls or is it more a cult of female youth? I gave up trying to find the answer because, in my opinion, something is wrong in the minds of these mature men who adulate these girls, who are for some are barely pre-adolescent. Me, it's different, I'm young and I love mature men, so if they come to me and I accept them, then their responsibility can not be questioned.
9:00 am I join Terry for breakfast and we are talking about the photo shoot for Kenzo . Terry is a bit disturbed because a lot of details are missing regarding this photo shoot. For example, I do not know what clothes toI will wear and we have no rights to give our opinion if they do not suit us. This contract, Terry signed it anyway because it is a monumental campaign that will be displayed in all medium and large cities of the world and will be accompanied by many full pages in all women's magazines see other magazines also in all countries. The pay is also huge and if my job suited at the group Kenzo, maybe they would call me for new photo shoot in the future. So while details are missing, not signing was absolutely impossible. In any case we will be fixed in the afternoon. Before the photo shoot that takes place near several film studio, we will watch film shoots. Terry got permission from two directors so that we could attend and it could also allow me to learn more if I ever filmed again. I forgot to tell you because I just learned it myself, tonight, I'm invited on a TV show that is broadcast live. It surprises me a bit because Terry had refused the previous four but this time, in his opinion, doing it will be good for me. It was necessary that I learn a little about the content of this program before doing it to avoid stupid mistakes.
10:45 am We are in a movie studio and we are wisely in a corner. It's a historical film taking place in the XVIII century, tracing a forbidden love affair between a geisha and a man of the people all that is more common. The women's clothes are sublime. Sublime is a word too weak to describe them but it is a pity that their faces are covered with a thick layer of white powder that hides their features. This is also a problem because about every ten minutes, a make-up fitting must be made, which makes lose a lot of time in filming and must also constantly take the actors out of their roles. In the movie, the womens are very meek and graceful. Paradoxically, men are very boorish and abusively claim their virility. Women serve men as if they were their submissive servants, not daring to look them in the eyes. This gap between the two sexes, disturbs me enormously. I am aware that in the United States and around the world before the sexual revolution, women had little right, but this abusive submission makes me angry. I do not say that what surrounds this annoying spectacle does not please me on the other hand. The decor is beautiful. A kind of temple as I saw one in a flyer that Terry asked me to watch was very well reproduced in this studio. They even built a whole street for the needs of this film and that of course, I will never be able to criticize this.
11:55 am I pull the sleeve of Terry to tell him that I'm hungry and looks at him with pleading eyes. He caresses my head again if I was 3 years old. Before leaving, we thank the director who allowed us to attend the shooting and then we go to the exit and get back to the car. Terry is sick. In front of me, on the table, a fish, which lacks some of its flesh, still breathes. I'm going to throw up, yes this barbaric food makes me nauseous. How can you eat a live fish? This fish looks at me and seems to be asking for help. He takes my wand and thrusts it into his skull. Finally his mouth does not open and I think I have done my good action of the day. Let's forget the fish and eat the stuff on the side. Viscous and disgusting is all that comes to mind when these things come into my mouth. No problem, by coming here, I saw a small junk food shop a few meters from here. I leave the table and run to the exit.
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Wednesday, September 28, 2016
7h35am Ah, I'm already awake. I got up at six in the morning to finish my schoolwork. We have fuck twice yesterday but he still gives me some exercises to do, what a man without recognition. Last night before going to sleep, a traumatic thought came to my mind. I thought back to what I had heard today and now I ask myself a lot of questions about my clothing tastes. Let me explain to you so that you understand. If Japanese girls have taken my way of dressing as a reference to the point of adopting it as a fashion, it is because they adore. Now considering this point, if these girls who like my style are the same who are fans of these three guys with hair of all colors, then I am entitled to ask me questions. You do not agree with me? I am traumatized. Yes traumatized thinking that these girls put my clothing style at the same level as the three discolored hair.
Yesterday during our short walks, I had a vague idea of the Japanese people. They are very nice, polite and friendly people. They are much more polite and smiling than in Paris for example where some do not know what a smile is. Talking to them, even if you do not understand each other, is nice and almost relaxing. Yes, I exaggerate a bit but they are really warm and kind. This morning, Terry takes me to a movie studio so I can do the first set of pictures for Kenzo jewelry. You know, I just realized that my head will be displayed anywhere in the world in maxi-format. It makes me laugh but it's little scary at the same time. Of course, because imagines that in these photos I have a face of ass, my image to the public, will be that of a comic. I do not think the brand Kenzo would use a professional photographer loving the heads of asses, so it relaxes me a little, but just a little. Yesterday evening, thinking about the trio of ugly hair, I wanted to know a little more about what these Japanese idols are and the surprise was not small on the contrary, I was completely stunned. The girls who do this job, it is true are very cute in their costumes but the men who make up the public seem to see them as true goddesses for some. It's very scary to see that. In addition some of these girls are very young but in their public, many men over thirty-five are in a trance and seem almost in love watching them sing and dance. I do not understand this culture that seems to me perverse and beyond any form of societal logic. For boy idols, it's very different. Their audience is mostly composed of girls between thirteen and seventeen years old so I think this remains very correct. Why this difference? Do men here love young girls or is it more a cult of female youth? I gave up trying to find the answer because, in my opinion, something is wrong in the minds of these mature men who adulate these girls, who are for some are barely pre-adolescent. Me, it's different, I'm young and I love mature men, so if they come to me and I accept them, then their responsibility can not be questioned.
9:00 am I join Terry for breakfast and we are talking about the photo shoot for Kenzo . Terry is a bit disturbed because a lot of details are missing regarding this photo shoot. For example, I do not know what clothes toI will wear and we have no rights to give our opinion if they do not suit us. This contract, Terry signed it anyway because it is a monumental campaign that will be displayed in all medium and large cities of the world and will be accompanied by many full pages in all women's magazines see other magazines also in all countries. The pay is also huge and if my job suited at the group Kenzo, maybe they would call me for new photo shoot in the future. So while details are missing, not signing was absolutely impossible. In any case we will be fixed in the afternoon. Before the photo shoot that takes place near several film studio, we will watch film shoots. Terry got permission from two directors so that we could attend and it could also allow me to learn more if I ever filmed again. I forgot to tell you because I just learned it myself, tonight, I'm invited on a TV show that is broadcast live. It surprises me a bit because Terry had refused the previous four but this time, in his opinion, doing it will be good for me. It was necessary that I learn a little about the content of this program before doing it to avoid stupid mistakes.
10:45 am We are in a movie studio and we are wisely in a corner. It's a historical film taking place in the XVIII century, tracing a forbidden love affair between a geisha and a man of the people all that is more common. The women's clothes are sublime. Sublime is a word too weak to describe them but it is a pity that their faces are covered with a thick layer of white powder that hides their features. This is also a problem because about every ten minutes, a make-up fitting must be made, which makes lose a lot of time in filming and must also constantly take the actors out of their roles. In the movie, the womens are very meek and graceful. Paradoxically, men are very boorish and abusively claim their virility. Women serve men as if they were their submissive servants, not daring to look them in the eyes. This gap between the two sexes, disturbs me enormously. I am aware that in the United States and around the world before the sexual revolution, women had little right, but this abusive submission makes me angry. I do not say that what surrounds this annoying spectacle does not please me on the other hand. The decor is beautiful. A kind of temple as I saw one in a flyer that Terry asked me to watch was very well reproduced in this studio. They even built a whole street for the needs of this film and that of course, I will never be able to criticize this.
11:55 am I pull the sleeve of Terry to tell him that I'm hungry and looks at him with pleading eyes. He caresses my head again if I was 3 years old. Before leaving, we thank the director who allowed us to attend the shooting and then we go to the exit and get back to the car. Terry is sick. In front of me, on the table, a fish, which lacks some of its flesh, still breathes. I'm going to throw up, yes this barbaric food makes me nauseous. How can you eat a live fish? This fish looks at me and seems to be asking for help. He takes my wand and thrusts it into his skull. Finally his mouth does not open and I think I have done my good action of the day. Let's forget the fish and eat the stuff on the side. Viscous and disgusting is all that comes to mind when these things come into my mouth. No problem, by coming here, I saw a small junk food shop a few meters from here. I leave the table and run to the exit.
Wednesday, September 28, 20167h35am Ah, I'm already awake. I got up at six in the morning to finish my schoolwork. We have fuck twice yesterday but he still gives me some exercises to do, what a man without recognition. Last night before going to sleep, a traumatic thought came to my mind. I thought back to what I had heard today and now I ask myself a lot of questions about my clothing tastes. Let me explain to you so that you understand. If Japanese girls have taken my way of dressing as a reference to the point of adopting it as a fashion, it is because they adore. Now considering this point, if these girls who like my style are the same who are fans of these three guys with hair of all colors, then I am entitled to ask me questions. You do not agree with me? I am traumatized. Yes traumatized thinking that these girls put my clothing style at the same level as the three discolored hair.Yesterday during our short walks, I had a vague idea of the Japanese people. They are very nice, polite and friendly people. They are much more polite and smiling than in Paris for example where some do not know what a smile is. Talking to them, even if you do not understand each other, is nice and almost relaxing. Yes, I exaggerate a bit but they are really warm and kind. This morning, Terry takes me to a movie studio so I can do the first set of pictures for Kenzo jewelry. You know, I just realized that my head will be displayed anywhere in the world in maxi-format. It makes me laugh but it's little scary at the same time. Of course, because imagines that in these photos I have a face of ass, my image to the public, will be that of a comic. I do not think the brand Kenzo would use a professional photographer loving the heads of asses, so it relaxes me a little, but just a little. Yesterday evening, thinking about the trio of ugly hair, I wanted to know a little more about what these Japanese idols are and the surprise was not small on the contrary, I was completely stunned. The girls who do this job, it is true are very cute in their costumes but the men who make up the public seem to see them as true goddesses for some. It's very scary to see that. In addition some of these girls are very young but in their public, many men over thirty-five are in a trance and seem almost in love watching them sing and dance. I do not understand this culture that seems to me perverse and beyond any form of societal logic. For boy idols, it's very different. Their audience is mostly composed of girls between thirteen and seventeen years old so I think this remains very correct. Why this difference? Do men here love young girls or is it more a cult of female youth? I gave up trying to find the answer because, in my opinion, something is wrong in the minds of these mature men who adulate these girls, who are for some are barely pre-adolescent. Me, it's different, I'm young and I love mature men, so if they come to me and I accept them, then their responsibility can not be questioned.9:00 am I join Terry for breakfast and we are talking about the photo shoot for Kenzo . Terry is a bit disturbed because a lot of details are missing regarding this photo shoot. For example, I do not know what clothes toI will wear and we have no rights to give our opinion if they do not suit us. This contract, Terry signed it anyway because it is a monumental campaign that will be displayed in all medium and large cities of the world and will be accompanied by many full pages in all women's magazines see other magazines also in all countries. The pay is also huge and if my job suited at the group Kenzo, maybe they would call me for new photo shoot in the future. So while details are missing, not signing was absolutely impossible. In any case we will be fixed in the afternoon. Before the photo shoot that takes place near several film studio, we will watch film shoots. Terry got permission from two directors so that we could attend and it could also allow me to learn more if I ever filmed again. I forgot to tell you because I just learned it myself, tonight, I'm invited on a TV show that is broadcast live. It surprises me a bit because Terry had refused the previous four but this time, in his opinion, doing it will be good for me. It was necessary that I learn a little about the content of this program before doing it to avoid stupid mistakes.10:45 am We are in a movie studio and we are wisely in a corner. It's a historical film taking place in the XVIII century, tracing a forbidden love affair between a geisha and a man of the people all that is more common. The women's clothes are sublime. Sublime is a word too weak to describe them but it is a pity that their faces are covered with a thick layer of white powder that hides their features. This is also a problem because about every ten minutes, a make-up fitting must be made, which makes lose a lot of time in filming and must also constantly take the actors out of their roles. In the movie, the womens are very meek and graceful. Paradoxically, men are very boorish and abusively claim their virility. Women serve men as if they were their submissive servants, not daring to look them in the eyes. This gap between the two sexes, disturbs me enormously. I am aware that in the United States and around the world before the sexual revolution, women had little right, but this abusive submission makes me angry. I do not say that what surrounds this annoying spectacle does not please me on the other hand. The decor is beautiful. A kind of temple as I saw one in a flyer that Terry asked me to watch was very well reproduced in this studio. They even built a whole street for the needs of this film and that of course, I will never be able to criticize this.11:55 am I pull the sleeve of Terry to tell him that I'm hungry and looks at him with pleading eyes. He caresses my head again if I was 3 years old. Before leaving, we thank the director who allowed us to attend the shooting and then we go to the exit and get back to the car. Terry is sick. In front of me, on the table, a fish, which lacks some of its flesh, still breathes. I'm going to throw up, yes this barbaric food makes me nauseous. How can you eat a live fish? This fish looks at me and seems to be asking for help. He takes my wand and thrusts it into his skull. Finally his mouth does not open and I think I have done my good action of the day. Let's forget the fish and eat the stuff on the side. Viscous and disgusting is all that comes to mind when these things come into my mouth. No problem, by coming here, I saw a small junk food shop a few meters from here. I leave the table and run to the exit.
