I am Femalien, a tale's entity of the 3rd millennium, wandering on planet earth seeking for my reflection.
I was born on a marble plate, fragile and disarmed in a fleshly sheath. First I made myself a tool, male and female at the same time, to plug into any kind of your world's outlet. A sextension of my body, a replicant army of me.
My kingdom extends until the whole surface of my skin. Nudity is my uniform; coated with golden dust or covered with the finest armor of porcelain, my being is a lunatic material which uses camouflage to survive. What do I want to show? What do I want to hide?
From the unswerving to the ethereal, by going through a plethora of sensual flows. I constantly metamorphose, always looking for a better shape to inhabit.
So I became my own sex symbol by default cause none of your icons will ever be able to resemble me, none of your fantasies could ever satisfy my desires.
I am a sum of portraits, an infinite totality. A pile of clichés that only exist through your eyes, like a fragmented object which reflects itself in a broken mirror.
Here below, our individual's identity consists of multiple intersecting factors, like gender, ethnicity, race, social class or sexuality. Such as the model of your capital cities, where your nation shows a general identity, we are composed of all kind of subdivisions, emphasizing that identity is fluid and will always shifts throughout life.