When Horses Kiss: Surrealism Against Patriarchy

The Image That Refuses to Behave

Two horses kiss in the white heat of noon. Their rubber faces stare without blinking, their mouths pressed together like a protest no one understands. Skin glows, masks suffocate, and yet—there is tenderness.

Patriarchy Hates Tenderness

Patriarchy does not know what to do with softness. It wants bodies sharp and efficient, trained to march, trained to serve. But here, two masked lovers lean toward each other, absurd and unashamed. Love leaks out through the seams of latex, through the hollow plastic eyes.

This is not romance.
This is rebellion.

The Power of the Absurd

Patriarchy thrives on seriousness: rules, roles, the heavy weight of tradition. Surrealism laughs at tradition. It whispers: what if desire wore hooves? What if rebellion looked like a costume-shop kiss? What if intimacy became so strange that power couldn’t recognize it anymore?

The horse heads are not disguises, they are mirrors. They show how strange it already is to live in a system where people are told what love should look like, who can touch whom, what softness belongs to what body. By exaggerating the strangeness, the masks reveal the truth.

Surrealism as Sabotage

Surrealism is not escape; it is sabotage. The absurd refuses to kneel to order. And so, in this image, a kiss is both sacred and ridiculous, tender and grotesque.

The patriarch wants clarity. He wants hierarchy. He wants sense.
But the dream gives him nonsense.
And nonsense is freedom.

Let the Horses Kiss

So let the horses kiss. Let the masks sweat in the sun. Let love arrive as parody, as carnival, as spectacle.

In the end, the kiss survives, and the patriarchy is left choking on its own seriousness.

The patriarch will not understand this image.
Good. That is the point.

An Invitation

What does it mean to “step on patriarchy”? Maybe it doesn’t always look like protest signs or shouting in the streets. Maybe sometimes it looks like absurd love, like laughter under masks, like refusing to take the rules seriously.

So ask yourself:
Where in your own life can you let the absurd slip in?
Where can you choose tenderness instead of order?
Where can you laugh in the face of power?

Let the horses kiss. And then, let yourself be just as strange, just as free.