Not sure I can express this succinctly but there’s something vitally important about exploring, expressing, revelling in The Shadow in art, media, creative works.
By shadow I mean all the things we usually suppress in polite society; impulses & desires that are (self)destructive, harmful, shameful. things that would be Wrong, maybe a bit inappropriate or outright monstrous, if we did them in real life, can find expression in fantasy & imagination, in play & games. Nobody gets hurt and we’re just having fun
— or maybe we’re being confronted with uncomfortable truths about our psyche, but we have a safe container to really go there, go deep & not shrink back from it, go past the point we would have allowed ourselves to admit is in there. & it can be ugly & shocking & gross, like truly disgusting.
But again, it’s not real & nobody was hurt. It’s cathartic, but more than that: It allows us to be honest with ourselves and see what’s in us. It’s simultaneously repulsive and harmless. We can safely accept these parts of ourselves, we don’t have to push them down, deny them, disavow them, project them onto others.
Because that happens all too easily.
We end up seeing our own demons in others if we can’t allow them in ourselves.
And it’s not necessarily a one-to-one projection. Often our fears get mixed in with just a little bit of uncomfortable lurid excitement, but if we can’t allow ourselves this “moral failing” (an emotion, a thought), then we can end up on “righteous” crusades against imagined monsters & perverts.
I’m not armchair analysing rightwingers here btw, I’m speaking from my own personal experience. There’s something intoxicating about imagining yourself as morally pure, upright; bravely standing up against the corruption & crimes of those Others who are not like you, are persecuting you. You become, in your imagination, an innocent victim and righteous saviour at the same time. Any cruel, repulsive, evil thing your creative mind can conjure up gets a home away from you, in the perverts & criminals threatening your way of life, & any violence against them is justified.
You get all the lurid pleasures of imagining horrible things without any of the discomfort, shame or responsibility of considering they might be part of you. You’re free.
You can’t understand that anyone could enjoy their bad thoughts, impulses, desires without acting them out in real life. You’re trapped.
Of course this is just one extreme, & certainly not inevitable.
Or you might recognise that darkness inside you & conclude that you’re a monster, a ticking time bomb, a danger to everyone around you. When chances are you’re just a normal human with normal thoughts.
We’re animals and people, both.
& it’s such a tragedy to me, such a monumental source of shame & suffering, when the solution could be so simple: just be free to explore that shit in the safety of our own minds, in fantasy, and in art, media, games, creative expression.