Benzersiz: hotaru mori burun fetişi; Röntgenci bakış açısında burun kıskaç, hapşırık ve sümük

“How embarrassing…,” she repeats. Her nose open. Snot appears. And you and us—this is unique… we repeat it too. Dark room, soft light. Hotaru MORI, 33, elegant even when she sneezes. Gray top, plaid skirt, white socks. She gives you access to what no one lets you see: the real. Metal clamp, nostrils open. “Can you look inside?” Paper cone, a tickle, a held-back sneeze. Crystal-clear snot runs down, touches her lip, marks her chin. She gathers it with her fingers, stretches it, lays it on the plate. She looks at it. Lets it shine. Accepts it. Thick, clean strand, falling fully onto the acrylic. She whispers “how embarrassing” again… and lets you watch it fall. ____ Don't act proper. She wasn't either. The grotesque turns us on. You know it does. Stay a little longer.. Listen to this: watch how she stretches it, how it falls, how that sticky snot calms you. Then you leave… but you come back. You always come back to this. (200819_03)