" The king had once been all-powerful but in the end all he had left was one woman and one horse."
-Farewell My Concubine (1993)
This story is settled in the 17th Century in Siam, Thailand. Where a king and an opera performer find love? Or is it really love?
This story dissects the taboo idolatry of Vegas Theerapanyakul and Pete Phongsakorn Saengtham.
"My intestines were heating up like the sun, and my brain was spilling in half like a cum coconut filled with intrusive thoughts, labyrinth of libido. In this heat I was riding my sex-drive like the waves captured in the skies, and the horses over the horizon line. It was my malnutrition of sex. I needed Pete to milk my rainbow, while I milked his dried. Slurping. I needed all of him, as he needed all of I. So we worked together, like Bonnie and Clyde, two jokers dancing alike underneath Gotham city lights. Smirk." - Vegas Theerapanyakul