I think you would love George Baitaille too, his books are amazingly fucked up. Fifty shades of grey hasnt got shit on him He is fixated with transgression as he believed sacred about it; it’s all about voilating taboos in order to some how get to emotions that are inexplicable; that are only allowed to exist in our latant imagination. Pure in their inability to be vocalised. Its what foucault called a limit experience, foucault did a shit tonne of drugs to achieve momentary overcoming of this ‘limiting’ barrier. Maybe you can do a film of his book ( maybe not, you might go to jail). I got some of his essays on eroticism recently and transgression in order to try to find a way to understand your mindset of seeking some sort of special ‘experience’. I couldnt understand it using the books I had already read but I think If I read bataille and foucault more I will be able to appreciate it and engage with it. My problem is that if it doesnt fit neatly into my framework I tend to discount it; I should work harder to make things make sense rather than viewing it as incomprehensible and alien. fuckyeahmeaninglessexistance
Story of the Eye consists of several vignettes, centered around the sexual passion existing between the unnamed late adolescent male narrator and Simone, his primary female partner. Within this episodic narrative two secondary figures emerge: Marcelle, a mentally ill sixteen-year-old girl who comes to a sad end, and Lord Edmund, a voyeuristic English émigré aristocrat.
Simone and the narrator first consummate their lust on a beach near their home, and involve Marcelle within their activity. The couple are exhibitionists, copulating within Simone’s house in full view of her mother. During this second episode, Simone derives pleasure from inserting hard and soft-boiled eggs for her vaginal and anal stimulation; she also experiences considerable enjoyment from the viscosity of various liquids.
The pair undertake an orgy with other adolescents, which involves some broken glass and involuntary bloodletting, and ends with Marcelle’s psychological breakdown. The narrator flees his own parents’ home, taking a pistol from the office of his bedridden, senile, and violent father. They view Marcelle within a sanatorium, but fail to break her out. Naked, they flee during night back to Simone’s home, and more displays of exhibitionist sex ensue before Simone’s widowed mother. Later, they finally break Marcelle out of the institution, but unfortunately, Marcelle is totally insane. Deprived of her therapeutic environment, she hangs herself. The pair have sex next to her corpse.
After Marcelle’s suicide, the two flee to Spain, where they meet Sir Edmund. They witness a Madrid bullfight, which involves the prowess of handsome twenty-year-old matador, El Granero. Initially, El Granero kills the first bull that he encounters and the animal is consequently castrated. Simone then pleasures herself by vaginally inserting these taurine testicles. Unfortunately, El Granero is killed by the next bull that he fights, and his face is mutilated. As the corpse of El Granero is removed from the stadium, his right eye has worked loose from its socket, and is hanging, bloody and distended.
Simone, Sir Edmund, and the narrator visit the Catholic Church of San Seville after the day’s events. Simone aggressively seduces Don Aminado, a handsome, young, Catholic priest, fellating him while Simone and the narrator have sex. Sir Edmund undertakes a blasphemous parody of the Catholic Eucharist involving desecration of the bread and wine using Don Aminado’s urine and semen before Simone strangles Don Aminado to death during his final orgasm. Sir Edmund enucleates one of the dead priests’ eyes, and Simone inserts it within her vagina, while she and the narrator have sex. The trio successfully elude apprehension for the murder of Don Aminado, and make their way down Andalusia. Sir Edmund purchases an African-staffed yacht so that they can continue their debaucheries, whereupon the story ends.