We were taught that our flowers were delicate and could be taken from us. But what about when they stretch on for as far as the eye can see? Surrounded by bird song and poppies, pleasure becomes obvious. On a soft bed in the spring sunshine, Laura and Serafina find each other in dazzling delectation. What if our flowers, these pussies that were gave and made, could be re-flowered? Not by patriarchal protocols of chastity but literally, with poppies? Take the profound softness of petals on the skin and pair it with a strap-on deep inside. This afternoon was a ritual in revelry.
