Graham Farquhar
Bio
I'm writing about two things. My experiences of growing up with autism. And a project that revolves around male chastity. It started off as a sexual fetish, but has become far more philosophical. I don't know where I'm going with it.
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The Chastity Project - Chapter Three
In my other blog - the autism one - I spoke about an encounter I had with a bull. I lived on a farm when I was young, and this bull used to terrify me. One day, I tried to stare it down, and it started shaking its head, stamping its hooves, snorting loudly - generally acting like a fucking psychopath. My nerve broke and I ran away from it. I was completely safe from it. It was in a pen, and there was no way it could get at me. But it was still a terrifying moment, for an eight-year-old boy.
By Graham Farquhar8 years ago in Filthy
The Chastity Project - Chapter Two
Theres visited me before Cathy and her friend left, so there was crossover between them. I don’t really think they got a lot of time to talk to each other, though. Cathy and her friend were very independent and I barely saw them through the day.
By Graham Farquhar8 years ago in Filthy
Chapter One: The Installation
In early 2016, I worked on an art project with an artist near Findhorn. She seemed intrigued by me and seemed particularly intrigued by my thoughts on male chastity. I was starting to think a bit more seriously about using it as a feature in my photographs and in my writing, and it seemed like this might be something we could work on together.
By Graham Farquhar9 years ago in Filthy
Introduction
A Brief Look at Institutionalised Bigotry I’m not going to make any unrealistic claims, here. There’s no way I’ll say that I’m not sexist or misogynistic or anything like that. We all have those tendencies within us. We all have moments of misanthropy, bigotry, homophobia, transphobia, - all sorts of prejudices. Because we all have things that shape us. Environments that raise us and nurture us... but which also seed in those insidious little details that limit us. Those little voices at the back of our heads, which don’t really belong to us. They were put there by our parents, our teachers, the other kids in the school playground, the media, the newspapers - a million other sources.
By Graham Farquhar9 years ago in Filthy
