#on dying

[saltair-and-webweaves]

I've dug two graves for us, my dear

I lied - lord huron/in a week - hozier/ @orpheuslament/la belle fleur sauvage - lord huron/the lovers of valdaro/love like ghosts - lord huron/ @werebian/everywhere, everything - noah kahan/in a week - hozier/ @0-0-0-untitled/revenge - xxxtentacion

[lurker-no-more]

This is an excellent piece. 💜 It makes me want to watch the show *and* listen to the podcast.

The Kinkiest Show on TV

The new FX series Dying for Sex stars Michelle Williams as a stage 4 cancer patient on a frantic quest to figure out what turns her on.

Dying for Sex comes at a fascinating time. We’re living under an openly fascistic government whose express goal is to wrench any remaining agency, sexual or otherwise, from anyone who is not a white man with an upsetting hairline.

Yet we’re suddenly surrounded by stories, fictional or otherwise, about women over 40 fucking their way to self-actualization: Miranda July’s All Fours, the Nicole Kidman–led MILF renaissance, a deluge of pro-divorce memoirs, a recent New York Times Magazine piece about how Gen-X women are having better sex than anyone else.

On paper, Dying for Sex shouldn’t work as well as it does, rife as it is with opportunities for maudlin sentimentality. But Meriwether and Rosenstock have managed to make something truly novel.

It’s casually groundbreaking in its treatment of heterosexual sex; its protagonist has sex with multiple men largely without vaginal penetration, a choice that stands in direct opposition to most of the show’s thrust-loving American television forebears. It explores kink as an opportunity for liberation and catharsis,not as a punch line or dark Freudian detour on the way to conventional sex.

[a-labyrinth-of-stories]

I wish I was old. Dying ain’t so bad if a man is old, but when he’s my age—sixty-two—it’s a sad and pitiful thing. If I was eighty, I could die in peace. Eighty’s a good dying age. But a man in his sixties should still have his strength, his good senses. My strength is practically spent.

Don’t Cry For Me, Daniel Black

[rnafeo]

Who we are when we die may matter more than who we were as the living.

Elisa Gonzales / John Everett Millais / Peter Paul Rubens and Jan Brueghel the Elder / The Narcissist Cookbook / Naethan Apollo / Fionna and Cake / Emily Dickinson / Madilyn Mei

[the-most-sublime-fool]

[in-your-walls]

Dying: a memoir - Cory Taylor

[poetrybyonur]

When the day comes, when I am no longer of this world, I want to be free, even in death. Don’t plant me into the ground. Turn me into ashes and set me to the winds. Let them take me home, to you.

Video by me, taken at Aspendos, southern Turkey. Music, The Gladiator theme by Hans Zimmer.