
Dec 19, 2025
the girl is pure. somehow she is. i was watching this and thinking about adam and eve and the ribs. the woman takes the world in and spits it back out. eve absorbs the rib and births new life. is this what a woman can do? nara smith said something about grace and the woman's body inviting it. that birthing slows time. a cis man cannot create grace. he can never understand what it means to take something else in. surrender full control of the body and psyche to something. live in full absence of the self. i believe this really. is why they become tortured. the self is always in the way. it's rigid. everything is locked and there is always something on the other side. the egg and the ribs. this is why nijinsky couldn't eat. this is why dennis wants to destroy. she would rather die than live without what she has bonded to. she will always reflect something else. never containing a true and unmovable spirit. yoshiko told me your voice is deep. i want to go back on T. i feel i have surrendered myself. i have done my womanly duties and it has cursed me. my mission in life is to become unmovable. someone told me my ballet technique is unaffected. all he time i wish my body could spill out of me. i want to vomit it up. something is in me that wasn't meant to be there. to birth myself? i reject this notion. the tape on my chest gives me these sores that bond the tape to the open wound of my under skin, creating these places where my body morphs into the material. i love the way it feels when i peel the tape away and the new hybrid skin is forced to crack and reveal anew the open and vulnerable sore underneath. i wonder sometimes what would happen if i left it there. would the wound ever heal itself over, intertwining with the fabric and glue? would it fester and infect? the puss of the open flesh always leaks through the layer of tape to the surface, i can feel when it's wet through the fabric. this bonding. absorbing. my back is covered in. these blob like scars where sores once were.
Dec 01, 2025
TOPIC: Vaslav Nijinksy, Dennis Cooper, Michael Clark: the search for enlightenment through pain; a cross analysis of desire, voyeurism, and sex
Describe: Think about your topic in terms of the five senses. What does it look like? What color is it? What does it smell, taste, sound, or feel like?
What exactly is my topic? Tortured, artistic men and their methods. emasculation. gay men and their obsession with themselves, violence, gender repression
Sight: a pale purple, a deep maroon, almost black, it looks like distorted cut up bodies, seeing something foggy through a window
Smell: after rain
Taste: metallic like blood
Sound: a sigh, heavy, world weary
Feel: paling, peeling, wasting, shrinking, collapsing, cold,
Compare: What is your topic similar to? What is its exact opposite?
Similar to depictions of females in pain - I am thinking of Sylvia Plath - maybe I should read the Bell Jar? I saw that woman at the airport with a copy, she was so thin and struggled to get her bag off the baggage claim carousel. I saw her book on the ground, haphazardly tossed, as if the ground isn’t dirty or uncivilized, although we all know that it is. It is also similar to the great gothics of the south. I'm also thinking of princesses trapped in a tower for some reason.
The exact opposite may be tales of clownish, light people. Little house on the prairie or something. That may be the opposite, actually. Little house on the prairie. Hard, honest work by kind, honest people. Family drama at the centerpiece. Little hedonism.
Associate: What does your topic remind you of? When you close your eyes and think about your topic, what pops into your head?
I think about feminist movements from the early 2010’s - i think specifically about this girl from my high school and how she used to always complain about men being so tortured and terrible. Never trust a tortured man, etc. they are pathetic and kind of ridiculous or something. I wonder if that stands true when they are gay. I think of sex and how much i like it. I think i want someone to tie me up and slowly draw cuts in my skin and then lick them. My roommate just walked in so now i have completely lost my train of thought about this actually. And i am kind of horny now.
What else do i think of? I think also of eating disorders and purity and god. I think of the desire to be nothing. I think of endless desires. I think of the opposite - withstanding empty time with steadfast ease.
I think about my time during the pandemic and all of the disgusting and depraved psychologies i found inside myself. I think about nijinsky and being trans. I think about being trans. I think about social isolation and a drive towards death (freud). I think about how little i know of these things in theory but how my own experience has taught me how when your mind breaks down, these are the things that are left. I think of underworlds. I think about how i want to be pure.
Analyze: Think about the parts of your topic and how they work together. Tell what causes your topic, how it emerges/emerged, what causes or influences it, and how it can be categorized or grouped.
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Apply: What can you do with your topic? How can your subject be used productively? What good does your subject do anyone?
This is a great question. Come to embrace your own depravities maybe?
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Jan 24, 2024
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