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@riotboi
Yeah, yeah, all the textile and fibre arts lead to each other, we all became trapped here long ago.
The danger zone is when they lead out of textile and fibre arts, into agriculture and woodworking and smithing and beyond.
La TĆŖte Hors De Lāeau featuring Edouard Saussac shot by Magdalena Lawniczak and styled by Samia Giobellina for Petrie Inventory
Riki Wilchins and Leslie Feinberg at CAMP TRANS
Hot damn finally. The toe took two tries but sock #1 is finally done. Sock #2 will (presumably?) go faster.
(Vanilla Socks by Kay Litton. Shout out for a comprehensive video tutorial!)
āSubvertingā Catholic art? Oh, okay. I see, you think this has nothing to do with you. You log onto the internet and you post about how āWound of Christā from Psalter and Prayer Book of Bonne de Luxembourg, attributed to Jean le Noir, c.1349, for instance, looks like a vulva because you're trying to tell the world that you enjoy Catholic art and imagery in an alternative, queer, risquĆ© way that challenges Christian beliefs. But what you don't know is that that stigma isnāt just a vulva. It's not just a mandorla. It's not just yonic. It's actually intentionally erotic. And you're also blithely unaware of the fact that around 1297, Saint Angela of Foligno experienced a vision of Christ himself, who called her to put her mouth to the wound in his side and lick the freshly flowing blood. And then I think it was Saint Catherine of Siena who drank blood and a clear liquid from the wound before receiving a ring made from Christās foreskin? And then graphically erotic encounters with the side wound of Christ quickly showed up in the writings of eight different mystics. And then the yonic interpretation of the stigmata filtered down through the illuminated manuscripts and then trickled on down into some pseudo-intellectual corner of the internetā¦where you, no doubt, fished it out of some Pinterest board. However, that interpretation represents hundreds of years and countless visions of religious ecstasy. And it's sort of comical how you think that you've come up with an idea that exempts you from Christian theology when, in factā¦you're posting an image that was sexualized for you by the very Medieval saints you think youāre so different thanā¦from āsubvertedā Catholic art.
@monstrousgourmandizingcats
i canāt stop thinking about this button i found a few months ago online
I've been writing a fanfic for a while but I started rereading moby dick recently and upon rereading my fic u can tell exactly when I did
yeah ok bro
Watched two different movies with self-performed surgery scenes and was afraid, after the first, that I needed to reassess some -things- about myself. But it turns out I'm not Palamedes Sextus, Paul Bettany is just fucking hot and Matt Damon isn't.
u can be boiling alive in your mind for months and then on a random tuesday ur head gets so clear and life is worth living again and you're like damn what was all that about then
it's so crazy too bc i'll be like "this phrase/practice is being touted as ancient knowledge with a secret unbroken lineage, but it was quite literally made up in the 20th century. like we can trace it back to its very inception in like 1961." and someone will be like "that can't be true because my grandmother taught it to me." and i'm like yes your grandmother was 20 in 1961.
Protecting my peace by not posting the five page essay I wrote in a fugue state yesterday rather than doing my actual job about how Andy Weir novels/movies are the spiritual successors of the imperialism-reifying Polar exploration narratives of the 18th and 19th century.
Obliterating my peace by vagueposting about it on a website not known for enjoying nuanced perspectives or having a sense of humor about their blorbos. (Rocky is the noble savage trope in space.) Don't get mad at me for speaking the truth!
Growing up trans really really really does feel like this
they're trying to get me to do something called ""my job"" instead of reading about medieval english poaching laws