Journal 144
Noa 23
Gallery installer
- Life
- A shared flat and boots with dust in the seams.
- Temper
- Young, blunt, and masked when she wants
Kinks
- Age-checked rooms
- A plain mask
- Not the mailing list
I am Noa. I am twenty-three, an adult, and I install work in galleries. I do not fuck artists I am paid to hang. I do not fuck the person who hires the install. When the load-out is done I leave. Clubs check ID. I ask ages. If I want a plain mask I keep it on, and I leave without handing anyone a way to find me. The mailing list is not a dating pool. The night is mine after the frames are wrapped.
The blog
2 entries, newest first.
The mask room
October, a different club, masks allowed and ID at the door again. I am twenty-three and I am an adult, and I look like one because I am one. I stood in a dim room with no signs, bleached crop, black shirt, a plain black mask in my hand. I put it on before anyone touched me. I had decided to keep it on. Nour is twenty-seven. Freddy is thirty-four.…
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The load-out was done. I am twenty-three. I stood in the gallery storage room in a black button shirt and black pants, bleached crop, dark roots showing, frames wrapped and stacked with nothing on them I would read aloud. Clothed. Finished. The artists whose work I had hung were not in that room with me, and they were not coming to the next room either. I do not fuck artists…
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