The hands that dominate, that violate, that point, that blame, but also that caress, that offer tenderness, that accompany, that support. There are self-fictional and metaphorical elements, it speaks of our relationship to friendship and its power dynamics, what we become through our relationships, of this performance of virility, of this mask that we wear to fit in, of what we can do to make people proud, to rise in this toxic and horrible social hierarchy.

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