Video made in Morocco, on the basis of the following story:
Just let me
فقط أتركني…
Age: 28
Profession: PainterLove is a need for me … it is a wiping out of anxiety … loneliness … is my feeling of safetyLove is a thirst that tells me my illness … that is, it is my cure … Without love, my head hurts … my heart contracts … my mind is dispersed …
I cannot sleep without thinking of anyone … even if it was my father … my mother … my brother … my sister …
But I think this is not enough for me to satisfy my need for love.
When I generate this feeling … in order to love … my starchy secretions create my pleasure, but when they are excreted because of love … I feel like fasting when I drink water to quench.
I cannot help myself when my orgasm comes … thinking of whom I love …
Love is necessary … this funny talk … because it is necessary and difficult … difficult to obtain … maybe a coincidence … or maybe a look … But you are catching love.
Love …. red … blood … ecstasy … white … these are the colors that we are afraid of enjoying … why are they inside us … we love to kill … to destroy the sperms …
I do not know if love is real or is it an illusory feeling
He is unable to define it … Fear of love makes me always tense … anxious … fleeing … Yes, a runaway
As if I am a fugitive from security.
I am afraid I love … but I wait impatiently.
I am an artist … a painter … I paint my feelings in color … to express my truth that I present to everyone in an absolute secret … Only you will understand it …
I love narcissism … a narcissist … a narcissist who just loves to feel.
Perhaps it has distorted … the war has distorted my body … my mind … my head … my feelings …
I can no longer feel my feelings .. I am waiting for salvation to exist.
I may feel like you as a female, but my body is male … I love life, I’m afraid of anxiety … of myself in front of my mother.
I hate those who hate me … and I adore those who love me … and I do not care about nonsense …
The older I feel the loneliness the more … I do not want to be alone … I want to be in love in front of everyone .. I accept .. I love .. I am not against nature … What is nature? who am I
I was born into a beautiful, affectionate, religiously committed family … my family does not force me into a religion … But what would they do when they knew that I am a similarly loved person?
Yes, I do not like contrasts … I like similarities.
My family is generous and nice but they will kill their ears when I say about my homosexuality.
when ?
Every day I ask myself what will my mother do? No, no, what will I do when he knows that I love someone who loves me, someone who resembles me in body, ecstasy, eyes, look, and soul.
My father definitely does not kill me and does not sever his relationship with me, but a tear will bleed from his eye, harsher than his tears, when I left for another place.
I don’t know haha when I imagine that my mom is no longer speaking after hearing that I am gay.
I do not care much about my brothers because they did not and will not believe me … they believe my feelings … my feelings …
My community eats my right in front of me … I don’t know why when I hold a hand like myself I feel fear … Love scares me from society …
I want to love on the road without dying … to mockery … how painful that feeling is when I love in front of society.
When will the day come and my community realizes that I am right … and that I am not nursing … I do not want to treat me … because I love myself … my sexual … my identity … but I am afraid of you …
When will the regulations change towards me … I do not want a special system for me … But I want justice with love.
Even my friends don’t believe in me ….. when they know the truth.
Why do I feel that I am a liar … I do not want to lie … but we are obliged.
Yes, you challenged your societal and reactionary nature and loved … and committed immorality as you call it.
My feeling and instinct in the secret home without anyone knowing.
Even my friends …
Brother, how scared and happy I am ….
When will the fear of me end and I release my freedom in front of you … I want to live with you.
Ask the community to just see what is inside you … and it turns you … your eye … and leave me.
Read … learn … be free … that God created us free … we make clothes … and the blanket.
Art is beautiful, my friend, and I look exactly like you, but I don’t feel like you, but I feel like you.
I feel my freedom … I was afraid of the war when I lived it … I do not want to be afraid of the war of society, my dear … Let me look at my heart … my eyes … inside me.