Misex
Some friends, a free afternoon from wives, lovers and girlfriends, and the boredom of everyday life.
That's how people organise a trip outside the city, to Milanofiori.
During each of the two annual meetings of Misex, thousands of men meet, moved by comradeship. Men of all ages walk around the various stands looking for an easy transgression, inside a mechanism that makes it allowed. Moreover, accepted even by those wives (or those for them) who have permitted their husbands a public escapade, like a child who wanted to play, rather than doing their homework.
University spirit, male complicity, the idea of breaking the rules (at least just for one day). Each one has his own expectations, but the inviting aspect is not just the satisfaction of your own desires. It is not about the result, but the experience. It is like an initiation where each one has to overcome different challenges to become men.
Young priestesses offer their flesh on a show/altar and the bystanders/followers crave and fight to have a little piece of them.
It is some kind of contemporary orgiastic ritual in which people celebrate sensuality in its pure fisical dimension. People adore sex, excited by its smell. People smell, look, touch. Very little more.
All the rest is about imagination. No, not that of a bed. But imagination of a bar, where each participant of this particular event will tell you his own version of the facts. All in all, it is not important what you really did, but what you can say, confident that your companion that you met on these adventures won't betray you.
Text by Alberto Amoretti, author and screenwriter.
