THE EVE MANDATE Series by Tess.Lotta

Notes on Fetish Eve: Keeping Up With the Exoticisms (Panel 5 of 12), the 3rd set of portraits in Virgin/Whore: The Eve Mandate Series by Tess.Lotta

written by Armine Iknadossian


On forehead:

Hnazant (obedient/submissive) as in “We named our daughter Hnazant to make sure she does not turn out a slut.”

Lrel (to shut up) when men threaten you.

Fetish as in Kim Kardashian’s ass, breasts and lips

Exotic as in Cher’s nose

Noorp (petite) as in surgical rib removal for smaller waist-line

On right breast:

Chaste – as in hymen reconstruction surgery

Evil as in Eve(l).

Arkant (uterus) as in hysterectomy at 40

Gov (cow) as in “Get off the couch, you fat cow.”

Bitch – as in bitch rescues kitten by adopting it into her own litter of puppies.

On left breast:

Pari (good) as in “Good girls your age shouldn’t ask what the word virgin means.”

Good as in “Good girls your age shouldn’t ask what the word virgin means.”

Girl as in “Good girls your age shouldn’t ask what the word virgin means.”

Hay akhchig (Armenian girl) is hiding behind the fold in the fabric.

Keghetzig (beautiful) – “Will you still love me when I am no longer young and […]”

Slut as in a woman deflowered by someone other than her husband.

View the rest of Tess.Lotta’s series here: Fetish Eve: Keeping Up with the Exoticisms

Life has loveliness to sell the poet said and I wonder if the applicable tenderness of existence is not in fact the wishful thinking of a sad and lonely optimist, if time and essence and excess and torrid love affairs with strange men is not enough to quench our finessed anger, our salivating repugnance. the birds call to each other and that is lovely but I also know my neighbor beats the tree with a large stick to scare the Conures away.
Life has loveliness to sell the poet said under the moonbeams where your lips and my shoulder meet and I look at you like a mermaid come to life and you look at me as if my skin was made of gold and honey.
Life has loveliness to sell the poet said it has loud and quiet spaces small enough for us to fit into to suffer together with outstretched arms and enough tears to fill 10 oceans, a sea of human tears what a lovely image that is but then the steamboat, the jet-ski, the oil tankers the ever widening gryre of profit margins outweigh saffron by the pound saffron more expensive than gold saffron and all her blood pink countries.
Life has loveliness to sell despite the hacksaws and lawnmowers, despite the telephone lines and utility boxes, despite drills and dump trucks and landfills and skyscrapers. Despite all that impressive industry, life. LIFE. Has an infinite inventory of lovely.
Life has loveliness to sell my mother told me to smell the roses in front of my house to spread their petals around my house to talk to them each one separate in its lovely color, my blushing brides, my yellow wallpapers, my red sonias and lavender lips, all my flowers sell themselves to me while hiding tiny switchblades up and down their green sleeves.