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God gave every man a hole
Hinterlandauster. My first published publication in series/in a limited edition of 100. Published by @editionbrotscheiben this summer
Matthew 7:6 Give not that which is holy unto the dogs, neither cast ye your pearls before swine, lest they trample them under their feet, and turn again and rend you. And if I want to? And if like to give that which is holy to dogs? And if like to cast my pearls before swine? Two years of my life. Two of the worst. Put into eight pages. Precious like a pearl. Made for dogs and swine. Made for family. Because family is holy and God has to respect that You can get it at Edition Brotscheiben https://editionbrotscheiben.de/produkt/7-bisse-heft-03/
Be blessed you all. Merry Christmas
Sometimes life means just living for someone else, and there is nothing wrong with it
But what comes after this
Thoughts
You came into my life when I was wounded
With that comes a certain openness that I could not have shown you any other way
It may not heal well and still be there
An open wound stitched us together
Because you could see into me
imagine revelation is coming and Jesus is doing the reveal, slaying the runway once again
The Bavarian Forest shared its ancient magic with me, teaching me to love life as the kingfisher loves the crystal-clear bed of its stream. This forest, stretching along the border with the Czech Republic, is a treasure trove of biodiversity and a living testament to the resilience of nature. It is a place where human history and the rhythms of untouched wilderness converge. It reminds us of the strength and adaptability we need to face the future. We humans are like saplings shielded by towering treetops, like children grounded by the roots beneath us. The forest gives us all the strength we need every day to move forward – for the next generation, for everything that surrounds us, and for the greater whole. Beyond its ecological role, the Bavarian Forest has become a symbol of hope for a sustainable future. As a protected area, it demonstrates how old-growth forests can flourish when left to their own devices, offering a blueprint for what the forests of the future could look like if we let them heal and regenerate. For me, the Bavarian Forest has always been a sanctuary. In moments of feeling misunderstood or alone, the forest gave me support. It was my home without walls. And so it is for all of us: in the forest, we are never alone. Each of us walks our own path in life, just as our ancestors did eons ago. Yet, all of those paths intersect in the forest – the foundation of life and society, our shared past. For queer people, like myself, the forest also holds special significance. It is a refuge when other spaces fail to provide safety or acceptance. In rural areas, where safe spaces for LGBTQIA+ individuals are often scarce, the forest steps in to fill the void. Its sheltering canopy and vast, interconnected ecosystem offer a sense of belonging and identity that is often missing elsewhere. The Bavarian Forest, with its untamed beauty and boundless openness, becomes a place of empowerment – a reminder that there is space for everyone, even in the most unexpected corners of the world. The forest is identity, and the forest is society. It is our present, and it must be protected, because it is also our future. The Bavarian Forest, as one of Europe’s last great wildernesses, is a vital link between the past and the future. Its resilience in the face of challenges, from storms to bark beetle infestations, shows us how nature can recover if given time and space. These lessons are not just ecological but deeply societal: they teach us to value diversity, interconnectedness, and the strength that comes from nurturing what is often overlooked. The project has been exhibited twice so far – once at the Akademie Galerie on Nuremberg's main market square, and once in a public space in the countryside. The latter one was inspired by and staged as a homage to Félix González-Torres, highlighting that queer people, too, can find shelter in the forest. The Bavarian Forest, with its ancient roots and contemporary relevance, symbolizes resilience and inclusion – qualities that society must embrace to ensure a just and sustainable future. Through this, Fersenblut grew into something more than a project about nature. It became a reflection on the societal and cultural importance of the Bavarian Forest – a place that holds profound lessons about identity, resilience, and belonging. The forest reminds us of the need to protect not just its trees and wildlife, but the sense of connection it provides to all of us. This journey with Fersenblut is far from over. It has shown me what the Bavarian Forest means to me, and I hope it inspires others to reflect on what it means to them. I encourage you to ask yourself: What has the forest given you? What role does it play in your life? Once again, I extend my deepest gratitude to all who helped honor the Bavarian Forest and its meaning through this work. Together, let us continue to cherish and protect this magical place – for ourselves, for those who came before us, and for all who will follow.
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I like how some of this blog is ARG shit and the other half is shitposts
The Bible needs its follow up
men behave homophobic and then go hitting up gay incubi when they sleep, just saying
playlist updated
thank you all for your kind words. it really warmed my heart during these cold days. it means so much to be kind and respectful and just friendly to each other. it can make your whole day, it can make your whole world. it costs nothing but can mean everything
i put an update to the playlist and i will send you another playlist link with everything collected so far soon. so here are just new songs included. hope you all are well and may sleep peacefully. always remember you are loved. you will never be the sideshow but always the main act. don't forget that. welcome to leech world
Sorry you all for not being present. I try to get to your messages in spring but probably I will forget some. I’m sorry. Hope you all are well
I‘m moving to an old monastery between the woods and the mountains now. So I’m on the road and packing. You know, someone got to keep the dungeon going there. Will be me soon, my angels dear
Be blessed and enjoy your day and night and week. The mandrakes have overcome the winter and spring will make them rejoice soon
My men like me for my pitch. It can relieve the itch
I did an interview earlier this year, but I messed it up because of all the time spent on the road. Totally missed the deadline while being young, wild and free for all eternity. So here it is. Countryside is nympho pride
What does photography mean to you?
Photography means everything to me. Photography helped me find myself. Through photography, I learned to approach this world in my own way. I learned to deal with being, to deal with living and passing.
What is the most significant theme of your photography?
I guess it’s the countryside. Rural living has defined my life for as long as I can think. How I relate to the countryside is significant for what I do. How the countryside has shaped me. Whether I want it or not. The forest, the fields, the hinterland. I’m an old romantic when it comes to these things. It's a lot about projection. I deal with landscape, with upbringing and domestic life, but it’s equally about identity and existence in the end. When I talk about the forest, it's not just about trees, but also about loneliness, belonging and the human experience.
What are you most inspired to shoot?
My everyday life and surroundings.
Are there things that scare you photographically?
To let the light shine in is not that easy. I am afraid of loss, and sometimes I don’t know if the camera helps with that or if photography makes everything worse. Photographs have this unique memory quality, and I'm glad about that. At the end of the day, I'm always happy to get an image because what I photograph is dear to me. But with that comes a distinct vulnerability as well. I'm afraid for what is depicted. The more I can grasp it, the more fragile it becomes. That scares me to a point where it can be petrifying. Nostalgia is both a blessing and a curse.
What are you working on at the moment?
On my life, I guess. Sometimes the best thing you can do for your art is just to live. And I write a lot and want to travel more.
Soeren Baptism's work revolves around concepts and reference points such as landscape, longing and motivation, domesticity and rurality, social habitus and growing up, queerness in the hinterland, as well as the uncanny flip side of all these things. This includes experiences of marginalization, discrimination and exclusion - directly related to rural areas and a working class habitus. The work shows an interest in the social dimension of the land and the forest in their identity-forming significance - especially when it comes to queerness and social outsiders. What is the countryside doing to its people? Soeren Baptism deals with the countryside. With its beauty and its tragic. With its rot and its magic.
The woods are dark for dark homesick hearts
countryside is nympho pride
several people have asked me so I'm writing a small text here
have you ever felt that the countryside is where you belong?
that the trees and the woods make your heart beat harder, that the sun kissed grass and the mellow meadows make your blood rush faster?
but have you also experienced that these are the places where you underwent hate, where you were excluded, where you were denied your right to be?
do you know that distinct feeling, that special kind of place, you crave so much but fear the same way? that peculiar place you need, although you it makes your life much tougher?
i am writing this text in a hurry because the night is calling, and the river needs my tongue to sleep, but think about it. When the countryside is part of our identity, why should we suffer for who we are?
If we are country, why do we have to adapt to survive? If we are country, we can be anything. We don't need to live a life of restrictions. that is not what nature has intended for us, and we are nothing but nature's touch. just the way we are and not any other way
it doesn't matter if you are a nympho, if you are a banshee or if you a wild willow woman. Even a mountain mushroom man. we are not alone and we all are connected by roots. all the lonely souls, all the queer farmers out there, all the dew pearl princesses
lets embrace what makes us special. we are blessed by the woods. not to hide but to shine. Respect and be, because we are born free
if the forest, the fields and the river and creeks are your identity, that's something nobody can deny. Countryside is more than meets the eye and we all have moonchild hearts and we are tough like tree trunks thousand times
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Oh no, it is rain again. And we get to be left homeless..! And eventhough we can't call kakuma refugee camp a home, but we still can't do without the temporary shelters that we possess at the moment.
It has rained and we've lost them all, what shall we do. Whoever gets to see this or even hear about this, please share, support, please know that even a comment makes a difference. And u can, please donate to save a life/soul in kakuma refugee camp...
Below is our fundraiser. Thanks..!
https://gofund.me/b1c1b666
You died by my side but it never felt right
winter is when heaven cums