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Blogging again. One of my favourite paintings; Salvador Dalí, ‘Young Virgin Auto-Sodomized by the Horns of Her Own Chastity’, 1954.
The picture reminds me of girls I’ve known who, in order to maintain their “technical virginity,” have been all too willing to offer their mouths and asses. When someone offers her ass to preserve her hymen, is she not auto sodomized by her own chastity? Of course, you’d never come up with this interpretation if it weren’t for the title, which is a work of genius unto itself. The picture draws the eye to the rectum, but the title endows the figure with an agency, a responsibility for her own anality. If a title can serve to situate an image in this way, does the name of a perversion serve the same function in regard to a behaviour? Urolagnia, urolagnia. Do I have it? Do I want it? Does it describe the way I feel? Or is it rather too one-dimensional to describe the subtle ways in which urine can circulate in the perveme? And what about the more abstract terms? Perversity, perversion, deviance, depravity — I see that they’re all relational. Turned around — in reference to what? Abnormal — in reference to what? What would they mean if the reference points were dropped, the coordinate system fucked, the grid abandoned?’
"Depression is humiliating. It turns intelligent, kind people into zombies who can’t wash a dish or change their socks. It affects the ability to think clearly, to feel anything, to ascribe value to your children, your lifelong passions, your relative good fortune. It scoops out your normal healthy ability to cope with bad days and bad news, and replaces it with an unrecognizable sludge that finds no pleasure, no delight, no point in anything outside of bed. You alienate your friends because you can’t comport yourself socially, you risk your job because you can’t concentrate, you live in moderate squalor because you have no energy to stand up, let alone take out the garbage. You become pathetic and you know it. And you have no capacity to stop the downward plunge. You have no perspective, no emotional reserves, no faith that it will get better. So you feel guilty and ashamed of your inability to deal with life like a regular human, which exacerbates the depression and the isolation. If you’ve never been depressed, thank your lucky stars and back off the folks who take a pill so they can make eye contact with the grocery store cashier. No one on earth would choose the nightmare of depression over an averagely turbulent normal life.
It’s not an incapacity to cope with day to day living in the modern world. It’s an incapacity to function. At all. If you and your loved ones have been spared, every blessing to you. If depression has taken root in you or your loved ones, every blessing to you, too. No one chooses it. No one deserves it. It runs in families, it ruins families. You cannot imagine what it takes to feign normalcy, to show up to work, to make a dentist appointment, to pay bills, to walk your dog, to return library books on time, to keep enough toilet paper on hand, when you are exerting most of your capacity on trying not to kill yourself. Depression is real. Just because you’ve never had it doesn’t make it imaginary. Compassion is also real. And a depressed person may cling desperately to it until they are out of the woods and they may remember your compassion for the rest of their lives as a force greater than their depression. Have a heart. Judge not lest ye be judged."
EVERYONE NEEDS TO READ THIS.
Depression is not a synonym for being sad or having a bad day/bad week.
It’s not a PHASE. It’s not a CHOICE. It’s not LAZINESS.
spread the word guys.
reblogging to both my main and this blog. Because this needs to be said. A million times. Until people get it.
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This is my ruler and notepad tattoo. I believe that tattoos can be used for functionality as well as memory. I’m a designer, so I use the ruler for buttons, zippers, and trim widths. Usually the notepad has an address or to-do list on it. :)
This is genius.
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Google the exercises you need. Remember, no diet= no results. Enjoy!
Just reblogging again for the unaware
Yeah, I REALLY need to get back into the whole fitness habit I had. I feel so disgusting right now.