My relationship to sex, my body and desire has first and foremost been tied to confusion, trauma and alienation. Pleasure and agency have in a way always been secondary. But sex is a political matter – not just a personal phenomenon, so questions of what happens in the private or domestic sphere become central to questions about the working of capitalism or the workings of power more generally. Whether we like it or not we’re all living in a world where we’re constantly being bombarded with sexual information, imagery and ideology. So as an artist, it's like an endless stream that’s interesting and perhaps healing to investigate.
A lot of us grew up being told that sex is the most natural thing in the world. That sex is the body’s natural language. I really hate the way we use the word natural. It has such authority. If something is deemed natural, you don’t question it, you know? And it’s because of a cultural myth such as this, that contributes to the fact that we are never taught to vocalise our desires or our boundaries. The rise of the #MeToo movement is a perfect example of that; it revealed that we didn’t have a language for something that basically half of the world population was feeling. It’s scary.

Although I do truly believe consent culture is revolutionary, it almost feels like it’s become our duty to know exactly what we want and don't want. It is all of a sudden expected of us to vocalise our desires and boundaries. And speak them loud and clear. If you think about it, it’s quite a drastic shift of expectations. Especially considering the fact that we were never raised to priorities pleasure, sex on or own terms or sexual agency. Rather, we’ve been denied it. This sort of consent rhetoric also in a way indicates that we can only be safe from sexual violence if we know what we want. And truth is, we don’t always know what we want – not least because a misogynistic culture makes that very difficult. We also risk denying wishfully the fact that women are often punished for the very sexually assertive positions they are being urged to embody.
In a way we have moved from a culture that demands we keep sexuality hidden from view to one that demands we speak it out loud in the name of liberation. If we are to be truly sexually free, we need to do more than just celebrate sex. Liberation can also act as a regulation of its own! “Sometimes the repetition of good sentiment feels oppressive,” as Sara Ahmed says. I think sex-positive feminism should acknowledge that being a desired and desiring body in this world is really hard, one of the hardest things there is, and that our suffering is actually a very appropriate and informed reaction. And that our suffering doesn’t need to be discarded in the name of empowerment. It can be used as a material, a weight, a wedge, to jam that machinery and change those patterns.
But sex is complicated. Desire is complicated. Simply having a body is complicated. In an era that ascribes [supposed] empowerment to everything, the idea of sex critical may seem radical, but it’s no new concept! In the 70s, Michael Foucault wrote The History of Sexuality in which he picked apart the supposed sexual revolution. He teasingly promised that “tomorrow sex will be good again” holding the prospect tantalisingly out of reach and arguing that good sex cannot simply be willed into existence. I’m amazed by how accurate this is. I think Foucault might in fact be the OG of sex-critical politics.
Right now, I’m digging into the writings of Andrea Dworkin - leading figure of the anti-porn movement of the 80s. Obviously, I’m not into the whorephobia or the TERF elements of radical feminism. But I’m surprisingly learning a lot from her. I find it quite refreshing how she speaks so aggressively about how much she hates sex. I think she is a feminist who should come back into style. I’m also really into Ilona “Cicciolina” Staller right now, you know the pornstar who became Jeff Koons' wife and then a politician in the [Italian] parliament? She’s definitely iconic. I love that I just put Andrea Dworkin and Cicciolina in context together (laughs).

More generally, I think we live in a state of porn panic. We blame porn for everything! I think that’s a bit unfair. It’s never been porn’s intention to educate us. Porn is like a Hollywood film. It’s entertainment. You wouldn’t watch an action movie to learn how to act in real life, would you?
We know that and we are still able to enjoy it for what it is. I think we should have the same perspective when it comes to porn. The problem is that we end up looking to porn for answers, because there has been nowhere else to go. If there was actually more access to proper sexual education, mainstream pornography wouldn’t have the same negative impact on us.
I think one of the most challenging aspects is people's assumptions and lack of boundaries around me. Because I work very explicitly with sex and my own narrative, I think it makes some people feel very entitled to me in a variety of ways. Not a day goes by where I don’t block a creepy dude on social media for harassment and I can’t go to a party without a stranger walking up to me and telling me their own rape story.
Perhaps it doesn’t sound like much, but the continuity of it can be quite draining. Yet a part of me finds it interesting, like an ongoing field study. But being visible in the landscape of mainstream media has definitely taken a toll on my mental health. No doubt it is incredibly hard to navigate. Media puts you in the context of a lot of people. And that’s also what excites me. After all, media is my medium. I’m still figuring it out!
I used to kind of like that Instagram has boundaries that we can push up against. But at this point I mainly think it’s exhausting. You just want to post your stuff online in peace, you know? I have lost at least eight Instagram accounts over the years. It’s uninspiring, demotivating, always having to start over, constantly being scared of losing your work. Not to mention how unflattering it is putting emojis on your hot nudes!
The thing I’m probably the most sad about losing was a video performance I made with Arvida Byström a bunch of years ago called Selfie Stick Aerobics. We put it on YouTube and it went semi viral. It had about a million views and the comment section was insane. To me, the online interaction was one of the most important and interesting aspects of the artwork, which unfortunately now is lost. It was taken down from YouTube because of our camel toes.
Long story short, my original idea with the exhibition was to do a show on sex robots in Las Vegas. But then the travel ban hit. So, the show ended up being a juxtaposition of different artworks instead. Some fun things came out of it: gigantic, glittery rotating peep-show tokens, a video of a walking, talking Satisfyer vibrator and a Marxist poem put together by 90s porn DVDs, amongst other things.














