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Reading this afternoon
https://open.substack.com/pub/reactionaryfeminist/p/you-dont-lose-your-virginity-you?r=1uhghb&utm_medium=ios&utm_campaign=post
Jan 28, 2024
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from an essay i wrote on drezzdon:
I recall Mark Fisher using the term ‘magical voluntarism,’ the belief, under capitalism, that we can become anything we want to become. He also refers to it as ‘the belief that everything, including the material universe itself, is subject to individual will.’ All of a sudden I wanted to write. I watched a couple of drezzdon’s TikToks right after reading Mark Fisher as a kind of somatic ritual à la CAConrad. Though I am aware we lose ourselves in ‘magical voluntarism’ because this neoliberal project is such a success, that bones litter the Gaza Strip and tumours of red fucking meat cling to them, drezzdon’s TikToks made me feel more revolutionary. They gave me an active purpose. I could walk to the Conservative Club with the knowledge that the sky contains a ‘heaven,’ that ‘angels are near,’ before throwing eggs, plums, whatever modern rebellion looks like. I could write without constraint. Is our delusion not an act of resistance rather than compliance? And if it isn’t can’t we mobilise it as such?
Great acts of defiance have hardly been reported as righteous, I mean historically. Adam and Eve, for instance—their rebellion got me cum in my mouth, stomach, all over my stomach, got me the love of a man, as a man, as well as the knowledge of good and evil. It got me enough complicated moralism to make my life worth living, make it not seem too long. It gave us things to uncover, another major player in drezzdon’s work as well as Genesis.
Eve, Miss Universe, like literally, rounds the corner to see Adam criss-cross applesauce, his cock concealed by a fig leaf. Around it a bold red circle. She smiles, knowing nothing of bloodshed yet, no mutilation in colour. Being the archetype of feminine wiles, she revels in his embarrassment. Her cunt is wet. She cartoonishly stretches to feel her fig leaf brush gently against its lips and then lies next to him at the base of the great tree to nap. As she dreams of, what, nothing better, Adam lifts the fig leaf from his (and the first) average cock and penetrates the red circle, the canonical first bloody hole. He wonders why it was ever concealed. He wonders if his cock means anything but pleasure, knowing nothing of procreation. But we, like Eve, enjoy the unveiling, stripping our lovers piece by piece; we love what is secret, sexy, under, and perhaps that’s what the red circles are, the snippets of language. We undress the world, like Adam and Eve did, almost biblically, discovering and creating its malleability, its shadows. We revel in divine consequence and its sadomasochistic connotations.
In the middle of writing this essay I imagine ctrlcore’ing your body. You’re in the nude. I click and stretch red circles around each nut, ‘angels were here,’ meaning of course a traditional mode of reproduction, the feminine silhouette eager for your sperm—but what’s here now? ‘god,’ ‘god,’ in red arial font.
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well-written article analyzing cronenburg's films and contrasting them with today's sexual politics and lack of eroticism.
passage i enjoyed: In fact, we are not impermeable packages of preformed desires, importing our likes and dislikes around with us from one encounter to the next like papers in a briefcase. An erotic craving is inextricable from the ferment that foams up when oneself is sluiced into another. Not only is it impossible for us to know whether an encounter will be deflating or transformative but we cannot know what sort of metamorphosis will ensue if the sex is as jarring as we can only hope it will be.
Feb 19, 2024
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If you saw that NYT headline “the future isn’t female anymore” and you’re wondering what the fuck is going on with women, this book is a good place to start. the cool thing about theory is that you actually only have to read the introduction.
Jul 26, 2022
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Bc it’s cold and I have an immersion blender now. link included to this week’s soup
Jan 28, 2024
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