A lazy stroke. A deep fist.
Dry Hump, Wet Dreams engages with the body as a site of exploration and play, reinterpreting childhood and adolescent mastubatory experiments as awkward and comedic initiations into pleasure and sexual agency.
Responding to the corporeal as a playground of ecstatic fluids and grotesque comedy, Amanda Wolf’s latest offering reimagines the sloppy disconnect between fantasy and reality embedded in the lonliness and electricity of growing up.
Welcome to the pleasure pit.
Come dip your finger in, honey..
Words by Laini Burton
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