#anatomy lover

[midgarddweller]

Written June 16th, 2025

We are all born nude. Our form has been sexualized and we have become embarrassed of it. Yet, at the end of the day, it is our purest form.

Like anyone else, I dislike senseless violence, gore, how the humanity is ripped from the body and just reduced to meat. Ripped, discarded, disrespected and left to rot like roadkill. But we are more than a carcass. We are more than a sex object.

We aren’t our body. Our body is us.

And what is even more pure than the nakedness I was born with, is the insides that work to keep me alive. I’ve always been obsessed with the idea of a better me being hidden beneath my skin and I’ve come to realize that there is one. It’s just me.

I am my blood and flesh, my membranes and sinew. I am the heart in my chest. I am every electrical impulse in my neural network. I am the oxygen in my lungs and the carbon dioxide that exits.

The violence I imagine is not vulgar, but divine. It is artful, bright and vibrant and the truest version of myself. And it is because of my humanity that I can see such beauty in my blood.

Blood is life.

And is life not beautiful?

Is life not visceral and metallic?

Is life not warm and precious?

Is life not within us all?