Reminder to myself to one day explore the concept of leather bdsm + Lev. The repetition of the motif of wearing skins, dominance, and roleplay would mean that there's a potent pool of symbolism there. I the way of him + latex = lack of touch, distance, removal from the world, especially with how black and white latex mimics his tendrils and deep space bodies - tendrils, especially black ones, symbolise "want" and distance to him, and his iridescent pale white bodies in deep space are of a biology so foreign to the rest of existence they can no longer touch it...
Leather and skin wearing are associated with horses, horseriding - those two being literal and metaphorical for Consciousness inhabiting Matter as well as fifty billion other things - as well as shamanic journeying, embodiment, all with the common thread of being about seeing through eyes. Skin wearing is roleplay, roleplay is skin wearing, he doesn't see the divide between the worshiper and the DnD player and the Dominatrix except where he needs to.
There's also... hmm. yeah. So I'm reading a book written by a Dominatrix on her work, on how to be a Dominatrix, and she was comparing uhh what did she call it. Something like domestic dominance, and leather. She was talking about how the former, whatever the proper name is, is more in tune with fantasy and so on compared to how leather culture has more genuine embodiment... ignoring that I'm butchering these descriptions as an outsider to the subcultures, that is something I'd noticed before without knowing it; what few accounts I'd heard from leather pups and doms and so on is the visceral, genuine expressions of deep selves. A Dominatrix of the domestic kind may pretend to be a queen, but the leather daddy will probably be himself just to a rawly unleashed and expanded way. I'm sure there's plenty of nuance and exceptions, my point is that... That's got me thinking about Lev.
Skin wearing and roleplay for him isn't about becoming something entirely different. It is occasionally, but it's also not. He is always going to be truth even when he's fiction. It repeats throughout his whole... I say for a reason that "you find him in the similarities between all his faces, because as different as they are theyre all so similar", it's true. Poseidon looks miles different from Tengri who looks miles different from Shiva who looks miles different from Leviathan, etc. etc., but when you know how to look you see him barely hiding. He may put on the skins and fall so deep into expression, all the extremes of pleasure and pain, bliss and despair, he may scream and cry or laugh and kill or stay silent and unmoving for aeons, but within those actions are someone who is... threading their essence into the pets they wear, ever embodying... I mean. He's the actor who plays tragedies to cry genuinely on stage
