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didn't even turn the sound on, just skipped to the middle of the video and that is the DEADEST wife I ever saw
âSubvertingâ Catholic art? Oh, okay. I see, you think this has nothing to do with you. You log onto the internet and you post about how âWound of Christâ from Psalter and Prayer Book of Bonne de Luxembourg, attributed to Jean le Noir, c.1349, for instance, looks like a vulva because you're trying to tell the world that you enjoy Catholic art and imagery in an alternative, queer, risquĂŠ way that challenges Christian beliefs. But what you don't know is that that stigma isnât just a vulva. It's not just a mandorla. It's not just yonic. It's actually intentionally erotic. And you're also blithely unaware of the fact that around 1297, Saint Angela of Foligno experienced a vision of Christ himself, who called her to put her mouth to the wound in his side and lick the freshly flowing blood. And then I think it was Saint Catherine of Siena who drank blood and a clear liquid from the wound before receiving a ring made from Christâs foreskin? And then graphically erotic encounters with the side wound of Christ quickly showed up in the writings of eight different mystics. And then the yonic interpretation of the stigmata filtered down through the illuminated manuscripts and then trickled on down into some pseudo-intellectual corner of the internetâŚwhere you, no doubt, fished it out of some Pinterest board. However, that interpretation represents hundreds of years and countless visions of religious ecstasy. And it's sort of comical how you think that you've come up with an idea that exempts you from Christian theology when, in factâŚyou're posting an image that was sexualized for you by the very Medieval saints you think youâre so different thanâŚfrom âsubvertedâ Catholic art.
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anyway Natalie shouldâve been lezzing out at a womenâs college then none of this shit wouldâve happened :/
Finally some good god-honoring Christian erotica #Amen
Yesteryear thoughts: It's funny how things Natalie gloatingly imagined happening to Reena in fact happened to her, at least four times.
Natalie imagines that Reena won't be able to conceive naturally and will have to resort to IVF: all but one of Natalie's original six children were conceived via turkey baster. Not quite the same thing, but the only reason Natalie isn't acknowledging that her children weren't conceived "naturally" is because she feels that the harsh set of rules she holds everyone else to don't apply to her.
Natalie imagines that Reena's husband will cheat on her with an early twenty-something employee while she's in her thirties and pregnant, and her husband will leave her for that early twenty-something employee: Natalie is pregnant in her thirties when Caleb cheats on her with Shannon, his early twenty-something employee (Legally, yes, she is Caleb's employee and not Natalie's, because Natalie signed the legal rights of everything over to Caleb). Yes, there are some differences. Shannon very plainly has no plans to be with Caleb in a proper relationship, and there are definite question marks over just how consensual that "affair" really was, but it's kinda spooky, isn't it?
Natalie imagines Reena becoming addicted to cocaine to cope with her stressful life: Natalie becomes addicted to valium to cope with her stressful life.
Natalie imagines Reena struggling later in life, with the only thing she has going for her being a plush retirement account: Reena is in fact doing great in her middle age, while Natalie is doing thirty years in prison, and given her age and implied state of health, there's a real chance she'll die in prison before ever getting out.
It's kinda like poetic justice really is a thing, or something...
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I donât know why we all laughed at Charlie biting that kids finger. He should have been put down like an animal
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âI very proudly entered the forestry school as an 18-year-old and telling them that the reason that I wanted to study botany was because I wanted to know why asters and goldenrod looked so beautiful together. These are these amazing displays of this bright, chrome yellow and deep purple of New England aster, and they look stunning together. And the two plants so often intermingle rather than living apart from one another, and I wanted to know why that was. I thought that surely in the order and the harmony of the universe, there would be an explanation for why they looked so beautiful together. And I was told that that was not science, that if I was interested in beauty, I should go to art school. Which was really demoralizing as a freshman, but I came to understand that question wasnât going to be answered by science, that science, as a way of knowing, explicitly sets aside our emotions, our aesthetic reactions to things. We have to analyze them as if they were just pure material, and not matter and spirit together. And, yes, as it turns out, thereâs a very good biophysical explanation for why those plants grow together, so itâs a matter of aesthetics and itâs a matter of ecology. Those complimentary colors of purple and gold together, being opposites on the color wheel, theyâre so vivid, they actually attract far more pollinators than if those two grew apart from one another. So each of those plants benefits by combining its beauty with the beauty of the other. And thatâs a question that science can address, certainly, as well as artists. And I just think that âWhy is the world so beautiful?â is a question that we all ought to be embracing.â
â Robin Wall Kimmerer, âThe Intelligence of Plantsâ, from the podcast On Being with Krista Tippett (via peatbogbodyhasmoved)
Googled it and you know what, it is beautiful:
[ID: a photograph of purple asters growing amidst bright yellow goldenrod flowers. End ID]
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