It all comes down to legitimacy
and what counts as “real” philisophy, “real” men or women
and how fragile and misleading
and especially harmful
this “reality” is.
It all comes down to why
I can’t stand a man like Horia Brenciu or Stefan Banica Jr.
singing and pretending to be an exponent of virility
and other men just like them declaring any other form of masculinity
When I see Bowie dressed in colorful, tight jumpsuits
with red patent leather boots
and make-up on
I feel at home.
Not because I see a man or a woman there.
It’s because I see an honest expression of the possibilities our humanity offers us.
And that’s reality for me.
Photography by Doru Moraru