#monstering

[lalage]

a tail of two witches (a short original comic)

you can read the rest of it here: https://lalage.neocities.org/monstering

[devoutjunk]

"The city, great cemetery of the animal kingdom, was closed, aseptic, over the final buried corpses with their last fleas and their last germs. Man had finally reestablished the order of the world which he had himself upset: no other living species existed to cast any doubts. To recall what had been fauna, Theodora's library would preserve on its shelves the volumes of Buffon and Linnaeus.

At least that is what Theodora's inhabitants believed, far from imagining that a forgotten fauna was stirring from its lethargy. Relegated for long eras to remote hiding places, ever since it had been deposed by the system of nonextinct species, the other fauna was coming back to the light from the library's basements where the incunabula were kept; it was leaping from the capitals and drainpipes, perching at the sleepers' bedside. Sphinxes, griffons, chimeras, dragons, hircocervi, harpies, hydras, unicorns, basilisks were resuming possession of their city."

Italo Calvino, Invisible Cities

[rhymaes]

The Nature of Horror, Noel Carroll

[saintbeetle]

It seems obvious, doesn't it, that someone who is ignored and overlooked will expand to the point where they have to be noticed, even if the noticing is fear and disgust.

Jeanette Winterson, Sexing The Cherry

[lifeinpoetry]

sometimes, melancholy will whisper pull me in, pullme in

— Jasmine Sierra, from “Erased Poem #2,” published in Monstering

[vickyxc]

The disease resists diagnosis and instead begs

a description. A list of areas I don't feel pain:

Most fingers. My mouth, sometimes. The back

of my left ankle. Usually my forearms. Okay,

now a list of things that alleviate pain:

Being underwater. Biking away. Drinking.

Driving exactly 45 minutes, but only south.

Drinking. Drinking. Drinking. Okay,

how about your doctors? Not to be

dramatic, but Fuck You. Sometimes I take

lovers based on how they touch my back.

Sometimes I keep lovers based on how

they react when I beg them to be dangerous

to me. Listen, I never get to be in pain for fun.

It's always this supermarket-spasm, this

work-limp, the subtle contortion I hide

under another seat taken. Okay, I have

a theory: Once, I had a lover who only

looked at me. So my spine twisted t'ward

their hands. So my hips dilapidated in such

a way that they must have noticed how I

slowed under different weather. I mean,

I drank until I moved soft enough to glide

into them. I mean I biked so fast

their only option was to follow. I mean,

it is not my fault. Sometimes I decide

to spend the night based on the shape

of someone's bed. What is it called

if a body twists against me in the dark

and I am jealous of its ability to do that?

What if I drive 45 minutes three times over

just to be held? What if, alone

in the elevator or break-room

or single-stall-restroom, I hold

my breath until I am underwater?

Maybe that is the diagnosis working

backwards. Maybe if I stop spending

the night I will stop waking up with

so much new hurt. Listen, I threw up

the medication. The bath-water got

cold. The stairs leered when the

elevator broke. My lover's hands were

so gentle and I still bruised. Okay, a list

of things I've told to Fuck Off recently:

Every doctor ever. A memory in which

a now-ex lover tells me to stand up.

My skin and its stubborn welt. My bed,

for how I sink into it. The space between

my shoulders where once I asked

someone to punch me and they did

and it didn't help. How my desperation

rears and snakes. How a multitude

of hands reach to cradle all this

nightmare-ugly and just

the air moving between us

makes me flinch.

Linette Reeman, "In Which I Try To Fire My Body, But Before I Can, My Body Puts In Its Two Weeks,” Monstering

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