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first scene in the vampire lestat he should do poppers
“What I want is to be needed. What I need is to be indispensable to somebody. Who I need is somebody that will eat up all my free time, my ego, my attention. Somebody addicted to me. A mutual addiction.” ― Chuck Palahniuk, Choke
and i misplaced my mind in a good way.
this is a case of, i will write and find what i want to say between the lines. i had too many 2am thoughts overflowing in my heart and now it's all out of focus.
a year and two months of writing a book. i don't know what to call myself anymore. i used to be a painter, am i now a writer? i haven't given birth officially, yet. i'm not a teacher, even less a philosopher. i guess i'm having a white girl early-thirties meltdown. very original, yes.
what i can say for sure is that i made two bold moves and that they will impact my future. for now, they just are stamped approved choices. that leaves me currently feeling like a fraud. which i am not, i know. i am such a star. and aries szn is coming up (was fire), i am excited. what i feel like is i am waiting for these things to happen- and i hate to wait.
i wonder, what it would be like to win in a common body, average mind and easy to the eye beauty?
i am sometimes exhausted to wear the specifics of my own uniqueness. i'm not smart where i should be, but i am, where it's rare, and beyond any measure. it's a chance, i am well aware. this is why with my frail voice, i shout as loud as i can.
the world can be scary for all those who are taught and shown how they can never fit in. it's such a violence. i loathe it. I learnt to find a purpose within the universal rejection- i will prove them how wrong they are because i don't want anyone else to bleed the way i did.
this is a testimony of my rage. the quiet crisping fire i always carry. and it's so different from the anger i was met with, all my life.
i didn't call it rage as if it was a normal thing to feel. but, how unfair life can be! and what i create and what i utter with my silly words, can they make life better? for you and for her. for all the people who want more. just like me! a decisive hunger. a tornado with as mercy, no damage done. a pretty sunset which will never come back as pretty, ever.
this is also a testimony of my faith. in whatever i went through, lonely or loved, but with a sense of clarity. there's no agenda but the one the universe scripted. i want and i will, and without forgetting the road. so i can make it, smoother for those who are coming after me. this is what i believe in, helping myself so i can help the ones who couldn't. so they can see, they are allowed. to feel and to receive. i fucking swear.
who really think of what they leave after?
we speak so highly of gods and great goddesses, divinities and prophets, but who, as humanly as possible, really give away their empathy without hiding a capital sin? i'm talking rapists. i'm talking genocides. i'm talking souls devored by hate. i am wishing for more beauty without a yang coveted with sin.
i know this is the naive arrogant bitch in me speaking, again. but after seeing people in their whole, it's so difficult to hope to find that pure, driven and kind hearted soul. i can read and hope, but the more i write, i know it's mostly an illusion. one must lie to make the tale heroic.
men wrote history and i dare to believe to be truthful when i am sharing my own, but there are probably a story within the story i wouldn't want to share.
i can't forget. and boy, i love myself. !!!
-Audrey
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audrey to audrey.
few are the artists whose vibes and talent match the incandescent flame of my heart instantly. like, in a total, forever, kind of love at first sight admiration.
Who's the Clown? by Audrey Hobert just did that to me.
pop women are definitely on fire right now, and there's something unapologetic and raw, fun, about Audrey. i just love how i swiftly relate and can dance with madness to her songs. true magic.
Sex and the city is my favorite song of the album. it depicts a movie which i know by heart, a serie of daydreams colliding with confusing thoughts of my own worth and- sexual needs.
When I go to the bar, I'm a believer So if it's not in the stars, then I don't want it either
this whole, in-between thing. it's not about not knowing what i want but more about, the expectations. it wasn't supposed to be like that. it's the not the film we were enticed to watch. should i lower my expectations or wait for the exact soundtrack which i pictured?
He's the love of my life, no, he's not
there's this one guy and he took a place in my overthinking, i spent too much time over idealizing who he could be instead of who he is. he's not for me, so why am still yearning for what never was?
This isn't Sex and the City Nobody sees me and knows of my column Nobody sees me at all is the problem But of course when they do, they're not the one that I want to
i understand this more than anything. because i am in wheelchair, i have to consider a lot in term of others people behaviors towards me. are they curious? is it by interest? does the disability thing actually do it for them? (eeeeewwww). so yes, very often i do not feel seen because they see me all the time (they don't). and forbid a girl for having needs and standards! my bad, sir.
I could have guessed, I'm swearing by it But I guess you never know until you go and try it What it's like to be admired Hot and desired?
that last couple of lines really hits me. there's a naive sense of wonder into trying new territories and going for it. as if i was not allowed to ask for more before, and now that i do, how can i navigate this high sea? i am naively, genuinely wondering, what's it like to be wanted? it sounds so idiotic and again, it is so real.
Sue me is such a bomb. the first time i heard it, i was drinking black tea in the morning and trying to find a way to wake up properly, and yes, it was it.
Sue me, I wanna be wanted
it's such a iconic line to me to use as a chorus. because when i heard it i realized that was my case, too. a desperate, shameless, plea. i wanna be wanted, yeah, i wanna be seen. and to be able to kick and scream it as loud as possible.
I've been so careful with you, babe But I'm out late And being a saint is exhausting
again, such an easy real feeling. i won't be trying to soften my needs for a guy. realizing, f*ck it, i don't even want to be a good girl. where's the reward? where's the freedom? i just want my needs to be met and to own it. judge me all you want.
Thirst Trap is my second favorite of the album. there's something unhinged about this song. delulu and yet, so self-aware.
I'm takin' thirst traps in the mirror in my room I think I look bad, but it doesn't matter I once read that some people's beauty can't be captured And he'll be sorry, happy ever after
this summer, i took nudes of myself for the first time. and it changed my perception of my body, all over again. i found myself looking good and bad at the same time. but the whole sexual undertone of the pictures did hit me hard. and even if i look bad, it doesn't matter as Audrey sang. because that's not the point. not at all.
But then I got that thing and it changed me Now all I ever think's, "Would you date me?"
one day, the earth shifted in its axis, and it definitely moved something in me. so sometimes i look at men and wonder, "would you want me?" when the question truly never was existing to me before.
I used to be so super cool Now I'm in a box with all the tools I know it's all because of you Yes, I forgive, but I don't forget at all You're not suffering a fool I know it's why you want me too
i love how she pushes the conversation that far. "i know that you wanted me at some point" but she probably doesn't know when and why it stopped being that way (i don't). who's the fool between the two of us? that's basically the plot of the song. forgetting is not an option so far.
And I'll move on eventually But for now, I'm takin' pictures
again, i feel this. waiting for the feeling, yearning, to go away. instead, i'll take thirst traps and work hard to find who i am (without you).
Phoebe is such a hit, too. I'm so not into Friends (sue me, duh!) but I have the ref. I see that famous quite clearly.
'Cause why else would you want me? I think I've got a fucked up face And that thought used to haunt me
i love the raw honesty of this verse. we have all our own insecurities. to write about it, so bluntly, seems to me like a tour de force as a song writer. "if my body is not beautiful enough, why else would you want me, you know?" is the undertone of this arc.
I took a walk on the beach, 'cause a guy doesn't like me back Even though I'm gonna be a star, guess I don't have it, guess I don't have it after all But it's okay, 'cause my life is so exciting
there's the obvious fear of loneliness. but my life is so exciting is the argument that makes it all go away, right? being alone is so different of being lonely. Phoebe is a character that never quite fits but who is so entertaining, fun (from what i gathered). the description gives away the social pressure of compensating for looks or status. that's bullshit, obviously. but as women, we feel that objectification more than any man ever could.
Check it out, I made it this far Had to dig deep inside me 'TiI I found what I was looking for It was right there inside me (Ah) It was beautiful, beautiful, beautiful (Beautiful)
that's the line that embodies it all, period. to dig deeper in ourselves in order to grow, greater, better, stronger, softer. f*ck if that's not the whole goal. i relate to this, as well. i wouldn't be there where i am and am headed without the self-work i've done in the past years.
Audrey is so articulate in her storytelling, i love and admire that skill so so much. i am sure she will be the next Jack Antonoff and I can't wait for that to happen. and she'll probably become even greater, because, well, her name is Audrey.
-Audrey
quick reminder that you're actually not obliged to feel any empathy for someone who would have described your death as 'necessary' if the exact same thing had happened to you
"And lo, the maiden fair did offer up her love unto the beast and with him lay in close embrace until the first cock crow. Her willing sacrifice thus broke the curse and freed them from the plague of Nosferatu." Nosferatu (2024) dir. Robert Eggers
PATRICK SCHWARZENEGGER IN WHERE IS THE LIE? BY ELLE
you'd have to stop the world just to stop the feeling.
Last summer. I don't know what I expected. Too much? Not really. Not enough? Not even close. I think that I expected- a whirlwind, a dance. Some gentle fire. You, at the end, but not even. Someone to care about me without telling me what to do.
How I was chasing a high, still do in a way, and felt confused over and over again. I had no answers. I was okay with that. Then a few months ago, I was sexually assaulted and I felt broken in my heart of heart. This is the first time I openly spell this, so please, be kind with me.
Some men do only one thing : they take and take. I knew that. But to feel it in my flesh was an absolute different thing. I wish I told him to go before he even touched me but I thought I had control. Now, I see that I was just a fool. I'm not angry. I'm else.
An assault is an act of violence that is hard to describe. It's both so different and all the same for everyone at the same time. I knew, the moment I understood what happened, the way he robbed me, the way I will forever live with it. I moved like a soldier, doing what I was supposed to do. What exactly the fuck was I supposed to do? There's a guilt also in that. In the idea that a victim of sexual assault has to do what she has to do, in a very specific order. But honestly, fuck off. I am doing my best, and if you are a victim too, just know that all you have to do is listen to yourself. Focus on your needs. Speak up but take no shit from anyone's else.
The consent that was taken from me felt like punishment. It's dumb but this is how it felt. I hated myself a little bit for that. You don't deserve shit. It's not real, obviously. This is why therapy and speaking in general is fucking needed when you are violated. Don't trust your mind when this happens.
Also, don't trust everyone. I felt so vulnerable, and opened to the wrong persons (not all of them, small mercy). I learnt that the hard way, and it felt like my consent was taken from me a second time. Some people can use your pain as their medicine and then will gaslight you as "protecting you" when they just see you bleeding and feed themselves like vampires. Honestly, this was hard to not harden myself after all of this but I wanted to be gentle, softer. So I cut out all negativity in order to keep going. To London, for example.
A few months happened, but it feels like a lifetime. That is a great thing. It's bravery, innocence and fire wrapped into one. I love myself in all my forms. In my sad nights, I am yearning for a boy who is not mine. I project myself into words and write and write. I feel like this is not enough, but I can't seem to do anything else. Except clubbing all year long.
There's a tragedy as to feel objectified in your own body, no matter what you are doing or will do. It's part of why I never cared about what people think of me. The disability thing makes the whole assault more dirty and crass but to be honest, I went through what I went through like any other woman would have. While it happens, you don't speak, you go elsewhere, then you feel like you are so, so unclean. Then you realize, no, it's not you, it's never was. But you keep the memory to some degree and learn to live with it. As unfair as it is.
In the big picture, right now? I am willing. I don't believe in Justice. I want more. I let go and feel brand new in a way that is refreshing, confusing and yet aligned.
I am beautiful. I have the greatest friends. I am headed where it is right and grounded. I am healing in my most intimate way, and I don't ever have to justify that fact to anyone's.
I burn, and bless my soul for this flame. I was so afraid to not be connected to my sexual desire all of this, but I am. It's real work, to heal yourself and to thrive, to still have a healthy relationship with your own body. I am grateful.
Now, we're mid-july and this summer is cherishing me. I will keep the fire ablaze, and the joy blooming. Just know this one thing : no one ever deserves to be violated. If you are or were, I am so sorry. Find people willing to help you and listen. Don't give up.
-Audrey
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