MaggieLyu has added a photo to the pool:
Marzia
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~Emmanuela~ has added a photo to the pool:
Of course a "peasant" recovered her from burial amongst the ruins—isnt that always the way. Long forgotten now . . . and surely blamed for his part in the loss of her arms.
But no. The goddess did not give up her limbs to the charitable act of being saved. Isnt it always the pillage rape and mounting to which we object. Mm hmm.
Well thats my version of the history. I feel a kinship with the statue. Why not. Above my version in photography unedited: shadows and light take my limbs.
This is a metaphor (my gay Jewish drag queen shaman is convinced somehow I have lost conversation with my symbols hrmph) for the reduction of self particularly via the odious channels of allopathic medicine. Praise to all of you who find comfort there. My life therein has been squandered. That is truth.
So this mediocre mind amongst what are ostensibly the greatest minds in the world says to me that I must allow him to be the physician.
I did not enter the room encased in leather. He did not pay for that treat. How the fuck I came to have the power to end his medical career I do not know. Why he was telling me he needed my permission to begin again I have no idea.
The man refused me treatment until or unless I was willing to convince him I would be completely different in my approach to healing and would grant him the opportunity to Be the Doctor.
Um.
Time to Go.
This I am certain is how Venus/Aphrodite lost her limbs: she just couldnt deal with the constant yammering of men as to the expectations of minor goddesses. She was only after all a statue.
Mm hmm.
self-portrait natural light.
Velocity Girl has added a photo to the pool:
Model: Sylvia from TopModels
Make-up Rikke Monjor
Hair: Peter Vonkunz Brun
Photography: Christina Børding
~Emmanuela~ has added a photo to the pool:
grande . large
. . .
Fui solo como un túnel. De mí huían los pájaros
y en mí la noche entraba su invasión poderosa.
Para sobrevivirme te forjé como un arma
como una flecha en mi arco como una piedra en mi honda.
Pero cae la hora de la venganza y te amo.
Cuerpo de piel de musgo de leche ávida y firme.
Ah los vasos del pecho! Ah los ojos de ausencia!
Ah las rosas del pubis! Ah tu voz lenta y triste!
Cuerpo de mujer mía persistiré en tu gracia.
Mi sed mi ansia sin límite mi camino indeciso!
Oscuros cauces donde la sed eterna sigue
y la fatiga sigue y el dolor infinito.
neruda
ilysse enero 2010
tattuzzi [le soleil brille] has added a photo to the pool:
...che proprio ti strizza tutto che non la riesci a fermare allora non cè verso di spiccicare una sola parola non esce più niente ti torna tutto indietro tutto dentro ingoiato da quei dannati singhiozzi naufragato nel silenzio di quelle stupide lacrime. Maledizione. Con tutto quello che uno vorrebbe dire... e invece niente non esce fuori niente. Si può essere fatti peggio di così?
~Emmanuela~ has added a photo to the pool:
grande . large
ilysse. january 2010.
for ilysse who shines and for cease who sees that in her as i do *s
In unending storms
We search for space to breathe
How our hearts are worn
Weve come so far
In this desert
How we blossom and we cease
Tell your story now
We have so much to know
Shine with all the untold
Hold the light given unto you
Find the love to unfold
In this broken world we choose
Vienna Teng