do you know what she's done?

gothic sideblog. where i put all my little dolls so i don't lose them in the fire. +18. this is a GOTHIC blog in the fullest sense. expect queer, disturbing, 'immoral' and amoral content and discussions.

[supersonic1994-archive]

8am incest study

12pm cannibalism debate

12:30 tea break

1pm necrophilia discussion

3pm eroticism

6pm dinner + beer

[raibura]

Do you fold your underwear

Yes

No

Remaining time: 5 days 3 hours

[ruthscarabae]

i need to go to [redacted] and visit my aunt that i've never met. the one the family brushes off as the crazy one. the one that It happened to.

[jessaerys]

nosferatu found dead in a ditch. this one's going in my top 4 i think

[afroesoteric]

[normalbrothers]

while the dirty knife worked deep into his spine

[thesexiestselkie]

[betryl]

So I got that one Wuthering Heights edition illustrated by Isabella Mazzanti and it's gorgeous

[guiltfactory]

the grief is an erogenous zone

[1five1two]

'Semele'. Jannik Senium. 2025.

[gaygoatshane]

me digging through my tote bag

[litteraeignotae]

[commanderchr1st]

This is my uncle. There are many like him, but this one is mine.

My uncle is my best friend. He is my life. I must master him as I must master my life.

[fullrnetalwindbreaker]

WITHOUT ME MY UNCLE IS USELESS

WITHOUT MY UNCLE I AM USELESS

[tritagonists]

I love the Barberini Faun. There, I said it. When I was an MA student, I wrote an essay on him; really, I suppose, it was a love letter. I had fallen for the attractions of ancient art as an undergraduate, but the Faun looks like no other piece of ancient sculpture. Certainly, you could wander around our gallery for hours and fail to find his match. In his laid-back pose with his limbs cast asunder, the Faun embodies an animality which is hard to ignore. His sleep is filled with promise; sometimes, I wager, his base is so high so that we might not be tempted to get a little too close and sit on his lap. You have to look quite hard to recognise that he's a satyr, though, half human, half beast - walk a circuit around him and maybe you'll notice his tail, or the horns hidden in the wreath on his head. He draws you in, makes you work for your viewing. Hellenistic satyrs usually look chubby cheeked and ineffectual, but the faun's face is chiseled and his bent leg - I know it's a restoration, his foot should probably really rest in the notch further down on his craggy bed - makes him look coiled to leap up at any moment. That rock he's lying on can't be comfortable; that arm bent behind his head makes him look fitful. What's he dreaming of? And what might he do if you were to wake him? And yet, I don't ask my visitors these questions when I do a tour. I don't draw any attention to him, and I walk my group straight past. He's too risky, too risqué to risk a bad reaction - which is odd, because the stories I am willing to tell about the Aphrodite of Knidos draw their own blushes. So maybe, really, I just like to keep him to myself.

— Dr. Susanne Turner, The Barberini Faun

[gatairanlurks]

[dailyflicks]

Who's to say that love needs to be soft and gentle?

SECRETARY 2002 | dir. Steven Shainberg

[ciaran]

i think one thing that gets missed in discussions of like. “okay depiction of abuse/problematic dynamics” where the person is on the side of “it's fine to depict problematic things as long as the victim is clearly traumatized/not enjoying it” is that a part of the way in which abuse functions is by changing what intuitively feels good or bad to a person, that is to say, why people stay in abusive relationships is bc your brain can be wired, as a result of sustained trauma, to only feel comfortable or at-home in such situations, and to not recognise that anything is wrong in the first place. that is how conditioning and grooming work, it's how people stay in awful situations for years... and how do you depict that? an abusive relationship is still a relationship, real victims have loved and continue to love those who perpetrate intimate violence against them. you can, from a distance, see and say that the love is wrong and should not exist. but when you're narrating a story from close quarters, you can't effectively differentiate without context, an author depicting as romantic a manifestly abusive relationship and a victim and perpetrator whose inherent sense of themselves, of right and wrong, of boundaries, and acceptable forms of intimacy, has been warped through abuse.

[stackslip]

Lolita is a book that appears to be about seduction but is really about rape. The Incest Diary presents itself as the inverse, a book apparently about rape but really about seduction. But this conceit betrays the further truth — call it the secret under the secret under the secret — that sometimes rape and seduction, coercion and desire, are not opposed at all. This is why the question of whether or not a child “wants it” is irrelevant to the morality of pedophilia (something both pedophiles and many reviewers of The Incest Diary overlook): not because children don’t want it — or do want it — but because “wanting it” is itself something so easily formed by adult violence. And not just the declaration of the wanting — what is a child’s “let’s fuck” but a simulacrum of consent? — but the wanting itself. When a victim of sexual abuse says she wanted it, she is telling us about the sort of person the abuse required her to be. The author says that it is only “as if” her sexual obsession is being raped by the man who created her. Here she is hanging back, knowingly, from the bleaker truth: It is not merely “as if” she is sexually obsessed with the man who gave her half her genetic material, fed and clothed her, made her into a thing that would desire him forever. She is sexually obsessed with him. How, indeed, could it be otherwise? Describing her father letting her out of the closet in which he had locked her, she asks, “How could I not love the man who set me free?”

Silent Treatment: The troubling response to a memoir of incest