Pussy has a long-distance lover, they are both the wandering kind.
Pussy has a wandering eye, a wandering heart, a wandering sense of gender identity.

Pussy is a romantic, and conducts a series of affairs of the heart from wherever Pussy happens to be. Animated simulacra of human emotions, video chats, links to thoughtfully selected articles and screen captures, these are the things that allow Pussy to perform intimacy with Pussy’s lovers.

Pussy falls in love on the internet with some regularity – not through dating sites or apps, but through the social media presence of Others with whom Pussy has had brief, intense real life encounters. Pussy finds great satisfaction in the fantasy of one meeting and months of the back-and-forth of liking each others’ posts.

Pussy is grateful for this stage on which Pussy is able to explore what it truly means to be Pussy and not a pussy. Sometimes Pussy worries – yes, Pussy’s truth is being lived through images, this collection giving a style and form to what Pussy’s pussy cannot. But if Pussy is exploring the boundaries of the real for the sake of Pussy’s own self-realization, what else is being explored through these dematerialized avenues and to what ends?

Pussy isn’t sure if Pussy is building a fourth wall or breaking one, but sometimes it feels like the most tiring thing in the world to be bombarded with outward expressions of everyone’s sincerity. Posts and shares as props for some kind of performative empathy. The efficiency of images is frankly frightening, the theatrics of interactions often depressing.