'Sex' doesn't sell. Erosion of female self esteem does. The feeling of superiority over women does. Turning women into 'things' to be studied, scrutinized & judged and then calling it 'sex' does.
Sex doesn’t sell. Objectification does
I miss you.
I’ve never understood your solo self destruct missions, and it feels like throwing pebbles into the ocean to ask you to please just press pause. To please just choose life, but dont choose it for me because we already tried that and it was only a bandaid over your bullet wounds, so please, please just choose life.
I swear to god you can hack it, I’ve seen you do it before, seen you scrape yourself off the pavement, rebuild your life out of the mere splinters of Lincoln Logs, please just put down the needles and the pipes, leave your chewed up spoon behind.
I never told you how Ive admired your ability to survive the insane amount of lows blows and bulldozers that life has attempted to crush you with. And I’m not trying to get back the good ole days, but maybe we could listen to Emily Moldy, just for the fuck of it, and you could show me where it hurts, and look me in the eyes this time. And I can show you everything you missed, every wound reopened in order to heal properly, every fancy trick I learned for coping. The color blue really helps, I could show you how to find it.
And I wish I could say all of this to you instead of the ether, because the ether answers back even less than you do and I feel like I am all out of options, and the only thing left is for me to curl up in a little ball and hope for everything to be fine while I build myself an emotional bunker because the sirens have been going off for months now and I am scared the big one is coming.
Honestly, I dont even know who I am asking anymore you, or me. Me or everyone.
- me flirting: so what's the deal with having to exist as a physical entity
Wolf Kahlen, I Can See What I Want, 1976