gegen glory — GEGEN BERLIN

In the post-communist visual narrative, where concrete monuments stand as silent witnesses to a bygone era, “glory" is a defiant middle finger echoing the struggles and aspirations of a fractured society. It's the graffiti on the concrete blocks of history, a vibrant testament to the resilience of individualism. This “glory" is an aesthetic insurrection, a fuck-you to the totalitarian attempts to homogenise our identities, an impotent statue of morality and dominance now decaying under the rubble of a monochromatic Iron Curtain.

Yet, beneath this shattered mirror, there's an undercurrent of the private glories celebrated in the darkrooms and glory holes. In these hidden spaces, glory is intimate, raw, and profoundly personal. It is the glory of secret desires fulfilled, of anonymous connections that speak a language beyond words. This is where the primal instincts take over, where the dance of shadows and desires unfolds in a more carnal, unguarded form.

Here, in the pulsating heart of darkness, the dance of flesh begins.
It's a rhythmic, primal ballet of skin against skin, of heavy breaths mingling with low moans.
It’s the defiance against a world that once demanded silence.
It’s the night's raw beat, the throbbing pleasure, the hungry mouths.
It’s the dance of shadows and desires, where anonymity cloaks the bold.

The air is thick with the scent of sweat and lust, a heady perfume that intoxicates the senses. Bodies press together in a heated frenzy of carnal pleasure, hands exploring eagerly as moans and gasps reverberate the pounding beat of RSO’s cold wall basement. Every touch is a word, every moan a sentence in this silent dialogue of desire. In this hidden sanctuary, names are irrelevant, inhibitions dissolve, and identities blur into the singular pursuit of pleasure, an ecstatic back-and-forth of connection and release.

So shed your inhibitions like worn garments, kneel before the hole and glorify the pleasure that awaits beyond.
Taste the essence of the true Glory!

GEGEN GLORY

photo courtesy of Bruterdam
graphics & logo by Enrico Bardin