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Tim Barrus/ He talks to me about the sale & trade of boys

Тим Barrus: он говорит со мной о торговле торговля мальчиков

Всегда в тени. Всегда находит себя наблюдатель в потерянных углу любой комнаты.
Часы, кто приходит и уходит. Его центр находится в дверь. Он не хочет, чтобы представлять
Секреты государства. Но это то, что он есть. Покупается и продается так люди могли ебать его.
Этот был использован для сельского хозяйства. Не вид сельского хозяйства вы бы поняли. сельское хозяйство
за дерьмо. Это подавалось на человека, который купил его. Они бы его дерьмом и
внедрить его в мудака старика. То, что они ввели бы в мальчик был чистым
героину.Продукт Афганистана. Он был принят вокруг. Сегодня он не может держать
его дерьмо внутри него, как она проходит, и он носит подгузники, потому что он не имеет мышц
контролировать. Управление в своей жизни не так много, как даже идея. Он пытался покончить с собой
один десяток раз. Мы все сейчас только и ждут, чтобы он добился успеха и, возможно, его смерть
будет то, что приносит его тело из тени она жила в так долго, как он

помню.

Tim Barrus/ What is a safe house.

 

What is a safe house. A safe house is where you are protected from the people who would hurt you. Whether those people are a part of the system or not.

This video is not about cocaine. Drugs obfuscate the real issue. The coke issue is actually quite small comported to the real motherfucker issue going on here which is the wearing of a colostomy bag.

An issue being confronted by a trafficked Smash Street Boy whose enforced sex work (I would call this another term for rape) has created a physical condition (via fisting among other things) where the kid has no control of his bowels. Those of you who think that this is utterly unusual — and therefore cannot be — are simply wrong. It is just not your experience. It is not your world.

Consider: the world is not the place you might think it is.

There will be medical do-gooders who will object to the attitude this video takes. They will scream at me that I should not include it. It is somewhat politically incorrect. But I am including it because I want the Smash Street Boys to see it and to bounce off of it. Perhaps to make their own video which is what we do. I think it has a voice and that we ought to listen to that voice.

The real question is: is such a life worth it.

The medical community can be irresponsible. They will insist on life at any cost. They can be painfully wrong.

My own answer is no. It would not be worth living such a life.

Every one will have his own take. This is simply mine.

 

Nursing Profession Name Withheld: Your contention that a life lived with a colostomy bag is not a life worth living is cruel and misguided. I deal with people who cope with colostomies every day. They lead perfectly normal lives.

Tim Barrus to Name Withheld: You are full of shit. What is a normal life to you is not what any 14-year-old boy would find normal at all. I understand the medical community’s dilemma. You save lives but you also condemn them to a life of shit-filled plastic bags. Get real. I also question this surgical modality with HIV kids because infection is an issue. I listen to you people spin it and I just can’t go on the ride with you. The spin is in essence a lie.

The depression that goes with this is real. It is a depression I do not think you can simply throw pills at and walk away.

And I am the one who is irresponsible.

Fuck you.

Trafficked to Another Planet by Юрий (SHOW ME YOUR LIFE)

 

Tim Barrus: I was wondering what a video might look like if you took a 14-year-old boy who had been trafficked, and had never made a video before, although he had seen them, and you gave him some technology to work with. Decidedly strange. He calls it Trafficked to Another Planet. By Юрий.

Show Me Your Life.

Tim Barrus/ Humanitarian Disaster

Humanitarian Disaster: With approximately 40 million people living with HIV globally, there is an immediate need to address the real definition of sex trafficking to include vulnerable boys. Human trafficking is now a humanitarian disaster whose numbers are comparable to the numbers used to define war and the United Nation's definition of Humanitarian Disaster. The stereotype of who gets trafficked is limited to women and girls. But like any stereotype, there are nuances as to gender that remain hidden by organized crime, stigma, and cultural shadows. There is an immediate need to recognize the causes and dynamics that heighten the vulnerability of trafficked boys sold into the international sex trade. The twin problems of trafficking and HIV are influenced by the same set of factors - such as poverty, discrimination and unsafe mobility, especially in the context of human rights. There are numbers now emerging that cannot be ignored. The U.S. Department of Health and Human Services (HHS) and the Air Force turned a San Antonio Air Force base into temporary shelter for 150 undocumented children. There are other similar military bases also being used in California. In the past three years, HHS estimates that it has taken in around 8,000 such children. But since October, the agency has housed more than 4,000, a 77 percent hike from the first quarter of last year. According to HHS, the agency currently has more than 2,100 undocumented children in their custody. 80% of these children are fourteen-year-old males. The stereotype is that this same figure would be relevant to females. But the reality is that it's the fourteen-year-old boy is is also being trafficked. Most will not admit to doing sex work. Most will be shipped back to the very environments that trafficked them in the first place.

Vulnerability: Though there is not necessarily a direct causal correlation between trafficking and HIV/AIDS always and everywhere, once a person is trafficked they generally face a new and powerless situation in an alien environment which increases their vulnerability HIV/AIDS.

The susceptibility of a trafficked boy to HIV/AIDS is certainly higher than that of a person who engages in sex work out of choice. The reason is this. In addition to being exposed to forced and unsafe sex with multiple partners, victims may be injected with drugs to increase their compliance, or they may choose to inject drugs as a coping mechanism. Ten percent of the children (mostly boys) being held in detention admit to IV drug use. The clandestine status of trafficking victims, makes them invisible and further reduces their access to health services, particularly those that focus on HIV/AIDS.

Most victims of human trafficking are poorly educated. Their knowledge of HIV risk factors is therefore likely to be low. With the exception of the very young, most victims of trafficking for the purpose of forced labour are of an age grouping which is likely to be engaging in sexual behaviors and/or experimenting with drug use, exposing them to HIV infection through these routes.

Evidence base: Until recently, there was lack of scientific evidence that validate a clear linkage between HIV and human trafficking. Though this recent research is starting to demonstrate conclusively that forcing trafficking victims into unprotected sexual acts with multiple partners is a significant factor in the spread of HIV, there is still a need to strengthen the evidence base. But there is also a need to identify and treat HIV positive boys in an environment that will not expose them to being repeatedly trafficked and forced into doing sex work while their HIV infection continues to go untreated. Such an environment could be referred to as a safe house where male children are treated for both HIV and the trauma inflicted upon them by sex traffickers.

Tim Barrus/ From Russia With Love

The contention that art is pornography is being put forth — to me — from people in Russia. I see lots and lots of Russian art. It is profoundly insightful. The stuff there can be deep and resonant. Most of the people who email me have no idea what art is because no one does. But when someone is attempting to address personal issues, often, those human issues might have something to do with sex. This has gotten people riled up as long as there has been people on the planet. If some kid is creating a video-based exploration of what he feels is his sexuality and he has questions around his own behavior and he delves down pretty deep into that dirt, my job is not to walk on by. I might embrace him. It is an option. I might embrace his art. I might even post it. These are all options. I know the voice of censorship. I am intimately acquainted with it. The video that the moral people (Russia is just the loudest) object to has a sex worker questioning his role in sex work (he says he hates it), and the way I see it is that — like Piss Christ — there’s bodily fluids going on here and oral sex. I had this flashback to Dante and all the art that depicts the tortures of hell. This video was crossing the River Styx. I am absolutely committed to the idea that Piss Christ has touched the psyche of artists around the world. It has always been controversial. This from the Guardian.

Piss Christ – a photograph that has attracted controversy for more than two decades – has gone on display in New York, at an exhibition which surveys 25 years of the artist Andres Serrano’s work.

In 1989, the 60x40in red and yellow photograph of a crucifix plunged into a vat of Serrano’s urine ignited a congressional debate on US public arts funding; in France last year, it was physically attacked. In midtown Manhattan on Thursday night, a small group of Catholics opposed to the work gathered outside the Edward Tyler Nahem gallery, where the exhibition opened.

“At the time I made Piss Christ, I wasn’t trying to get anything across,” Serrano told the Guardian. “In hindsight, I’d say Piss Christ is a reflection of my work, not only as an artist, but as a Christian.”

Some Christians find the work deeply offensive. Anger towards the photograph hit a pinnacle on Palm Sunday 2011 when French Catholic fundamentalists attacked and destroyed the photograph with hammers. Serrano’s photograph of a meditating nun was also damaged in the attack.

“The thing about the crucifix itself is that we treat it almost like a fashion accessory. When you see it, you’re not horrified by it at all, but what it represents is the crucifixion of a man,” Serrano told the Guardian. “And for Christ to have been crucified and laid on the cross for three days where he not only bled to death, he shat himself and he peed himself to death."

“So if Piss Christ upsets you, maybe it’s a good thing to think about what happened on the cross.”

Before the new exhibition opened – it features another photo from the original series of four – members of the Catholic League for Religious and Civil Rights in the United States stood outside the building to explain their opposition.

Bill Donohue, who has been president of the Catholic League since 1993, believes that the Obama administration has given anti-Muslim imagery like the controversial Innocence of Muslims film unfair protection.

“I would argue that ethics should dictate that you don’t go around gratuitously and intentionally insulting people of faith,” Donohue told the Guardian. “I don’t care whether you’re Muslim or Jewish or Catholic or whatever you might be.”

In 2010, Donohue and the Catholic League led a successful attempt to remove from the National Portrait Gallery in Washington an art film "A Fire In My Belly" by the artist David Wojnarowicz, about AIDS, that included an 11-video clip of Jesus on the cross being eaten by ants.

On Thursday in New York, the members of the Catholic League dispersed after getting into an argument with security. They were eventually replaced by three counter-protesters – two dressed as nuns – who were in favour of Piss Christ.

The exhibition will be on display through 26 October at the private Edward Tyler Nahem gallery. Serrano’s next project includes a large book of photographs of Cuba, where his mother was raised.

Tim Barrus/ Pushing Forward

 

it’s easy to imagine/ if you can hear the fire inside your head/

that he will love you on the cold nights/ among the leaves and

the sound of wind/ even as the thinning goes on beauty watch/

in the looking back and the looking back and the looking back

and all the nauseating looking back i do/ but will it ride grimacing

in the sleep of pimps as all the princes seem to have disappeared/

reminding us we had once been filled with the passion of the

wilderness and dawns that only pushed us forward

Tim Barrus/ Poetry I Cannot Write

 

nice poetry for nice people

what the fuck is that i’ve never

met these mythological creatures

nice people everyone sucks

everyone’s dick

why is he in the shower

because it is the only place

no one sleeps that’s why

i can write about addiction

death death just down the

fucking block somewhere

i can write about desire

although i have none maybe

that tomorrow will not be

too cold or fate too mean

but trees are not my schtick

landscapes pass ever take

the zypher from chicago

is a two night ride

to san francisco i know

about things there but

as for the moment, i

do not have as much as

a single clue as to what

the fuck i am doing i know

this i walk my dogs

through leaves not my

fucking poetry whatever

that is i want to wash it

off completely off off these

are the same people who

were here last time i left

poetry poetry who likes

poetry poetry who gives

a flying fuck about poetry

i am in a shower stall so

i might wash the taste of

poetry from the inside of

my cocksucker’s mouth

nice poetry for nice people

i want to wash my mouth out

with soap and so do they

we want to see someone

hurt him they said honey

nice is always relative

 

it wasn’t the horse i hated/ it was the kid who taught me how to ride/ specifically, it was the cinch/ i couldn’t get it right/ this kid would scream in my faggot face/ he was going to kick my ass/ and he pretty much assigned me a horse no one could ride/ they thought it was funny/ until the night i stole that horse from the barn and took him to the woods as black as my sicilian lover’s eyes, and rode him around the lake/ the rush of the resurrected through the milkweed to the cemetery where the boys came to suck me/ dripping from their tits/ i knew all of them and where they lived and who their fathers were/ that horse was the one animal would could empty my mind/ it would take a lifetime but i would have reprisal/ and did/ by then/ all of them were husbands/ where are my knives/ the horse is dead/ there hangs revenge upon my tongue/ their sons ask me to hold them/  having rejected daddy/ slowly and with persistence/ i did learn how to ride/

Tim Barus/ Deboned

 

they have moved again, my house is quiet and come one more time to carthage/ flying up against the same colors as the sky/ making choices, desire would be one, this is to obscure themselves/ banishment and in the end passages will find them burning out/ that earth being barren/ death will sing in tongues just like it always has/ changelings move about, some haunted by the ghosts they have deposed/ but to escape over and over the dreams of night and the corruptions of a particularly savage infection, and as the soldiers bore the bodies by, of twenty boys, all empty tigers/ moved again and yet another rental; that decided they would dress in black unless they have removed their shirts to burn their tits within the tropic’s flare/ pity, for no sun has excused/ this, too, declaration of their eternal war/ as troy has been burned to the motherfucking ground/ and yet inevitably I am informed some got away/ swords and shields, taking desire and her malcontent and severed heads with them in a bag/

Tim Barrus/ Up The Mountain

Up the Mountain

Camera: Cinematheque Student: Chito Reynoso

Poetry: John Keats

Jeep: Tim Barrus

Retro App: iPhone

[I never new no John Keats, Love Chito]

Tim Barrus/ Things That Hold The Rat Hole Up

another rat hole/

the art of our necessities, you elements, with unkindness/

time will imbue them with fierce qualities they do not yet know/

and that makes men mad/ to mourn another curled body in another corpse’s bed/

the old dark corners and the break of day/

sustaining only hope with witchcraft/

alms, alms/

wearing sorrow in remembering/

there is no winter to it/

gives me room to breathe/

adults within their realm are unwelcome anyway/

let them live this mouth-to-mouth tomorrow and tomorrow and tomorrow up against the upward walls/

sailors are but men/

ships and rats are wormwood, but this one cannot be mended/

i am only apt to laugh at scars/

but the depth conceals it/

 
     
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