To start a new year

 

Hate is a feeling. What else is it?

How do we justify hate? How do we know hate, recognise it, talk about it and what do we do when we hate, more importantly, what does hate do to us? Culturally for example misogyny is structural and embedded in the culture tightly. We grow to know it but not necessarily understand it or be able to change it just like that, so it feels like a natural thing which is there for a reason. We are part of the hate machine which hides away this bad thing hate because good people do not hate. It is bad people who do hate crimes, talk foul and do misconduct. We learn to act and behave by the norms of the culture and we learn not to talk about the demanding shameful issues like hating. So how does the culture change if we are so bound by its laws? How do we change if we are afraid of what we feel, we are incapable of recognising our emotions, talk about them and are afraid to look in the mirror?

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We learn to control our feelings to a certain extent in a certain way. Hold them back give them forward in suitable doses and packages so that there are boundaries which we do not dare to cross unless we must. Culturally bound ways of how women and men are expected show their emotions and how they are to act upon feelings keep us repeating patterns of behaviour and ways to exist in a society, succeed or fail. We can be hugely restricted, restricting, unable, neurotic and afraid. Feelings can make one go crazy and lost. Anybody who objects and questions the normal by way of living and doing is odd, an outsider, behaving out of ordinary by disturbing the status quo of coded balance, safety and order of things which have been done and should be done in a certain way.

It can be good to disturb and it can be bad, it can be bad to have strict rules and it can be good. Who gets to decide what behaviour is justified and when things go out of hand? Where to go when feelings are making one a wild out of control freak? Is it a place of hiding or going to a doctor? We all use judgement over ourselves and over other people. We think we know and we think we know better, we think we can hurt because we are better. It is a very efficient way to control behaviour by collective judgment and punishment, shame and losing something vital if.

Negative emotions and who are allowed to show them and act upon them are an important path to collective consciousness. What do those feelings make us do, how do feelings make us and tell of us? Who is the target of our hate and why we hate someone we don’t even know? Why feminism and feminists are constantly targeted and female emancipation seen a threat to male dominance? Men must dominate because they always have? Intellectually they do not, so I don’t understand the need to master people whom cannot be put to that old know place anymore. Why is it important for one group to dominate all others and hinder progress because that is what is still happening. Men’s rights activist further only rights of men, usually rights of white men. Feminists further human rights. The most demanding task for men is to let women decide for their lives and for their bodies. Proof of weakness is the thought that women are possessions that need to be guarded and kept unchanged.

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River of no return

River of no return

How many takes? She was very sweet. She was a comedian. She was very shy. She was fuck me. She was very uncomfortable. She was convinced, she was not very sexy and pretty. She didn’t have an aura of sexiness about her. There was some magic about her, she would play at it. She would burlesque it. She seemed like a lost child. It seemed to her like Alice in Wonderland and she could not believe it. Anybody was very serious about her. She really felt she didn’t have the inner qualifications to fulfil the image of a sex goddess. She thought that the whole thing was a lie, because it was not her. She would never feel worthy. She was very very difficult. She was vulnerable. She was weak. She was teary. She was struggling. She was falling apart. She was hurt. She was an addict. She was needy. She was difficult. She was in pain. She was adorable. She was drunk. She was nice. She was childlike. She was late. She was lovely. She was hanging on. She was calling me. She was calling everybody. She was caring. She was unprofessional. She was sexy. She was beautiful. She was funny. She was doing the thing that was wanted of her, she was not doing what she wanted.

My interest in Marilyn is interest in how the dilemma of gender culminates in one person so perfectly

What is spoken of her and why. What do people want to know, what is of interest for anyone in a beautiful woman. What do we pay attention to and why she is seen via her sex which seems to dictate all she can do, how she can be and must do, how she must do to make an effect. She is an effect, a special effect on the set. That is her purpose. Her value seems pretty infinite despite she is ripped off her value as a multi talented person. Her value is partly in the tragedy of not having achieved enough professionally that she is diminished no matter what she accomplished and modelled to be something  to which she contributes voluntarily because it seems she had no other choice. This no other choice to succeed but via the sexual part of a blond shell is part of the puzzle for me. To have a lot but be limited as an artist by the system and the way women are seen.

Those are the terms to succeed is like a plan given. Do as you are told and this is what is wanted of you. This is what the public wants to see, you are for yes only (I mean eyes), to pleasure others. Why is this what is thought the public wants or are we so simple-minded it really is what we want? It puzzles me still although it is clear in a way that the public is infinitely narrow-minded and seeks to be entertained in the simplest of ways. That is also what gossip is all about. That is also the trap in to which entertainment industry constantly steps: repeating the same imagery and narrative which is luring, attention seeking, fabulous visually and repeating the gender roles and stereotypes as if nothing ever changes, and yes things do change slowly. Something else than the real life and not so much.

My interest is in how someone is talked about. What becomes of this tale which is continued, passed forward. What is the story people like to give, they believe it themselves, what are their motives, what is the truth and what are the reasons for telling the story. Who knows the truth and who is a reliable witness. Because what is being said and what is the reality can be very different from each other so much so that surreal is the reality. What people believe is the truth is bound to bias and what is wanted to be seen as the truth. How personal experience of someone is true and what is the value of telling this personal view forward.

A person who is dimensional but does not show all of her dimensions is infinitely interesting obviously applies to women. To believe women are able to achieve excellence takes work for some men and women. Simplicity and less are easier to believe to be true and accept than someone who is much. Much is difficult to control and tolerate.

Can you tell what is the meaning of sex? The core meaning for our existence?

Is it an instant gratification to show one’s penis to strange women? It is seen today as something else than hundred years ago. It is a bit difficult still to capture the whole meaning of the theatre of image, all of them and difficult to see the mind behind nude photos which are an empowerment culture for free sex and do what you want. Dirty and naughty that is done maybe for laughs, maybe for other reasons which surely are many. Image of a penis is not enough to turn on no matter how pretty the organ is, well-shaped, large or what direction it is pointing at.

I really want this, should probably be the answer, which makes me ask why is it so that women are perceived differently here than men. Is it the question where goes the line of acceptable and prohibited and this line must be crossed to make an effect. An unstoppable need to know one is being wanted and seen in an openly sexist way, see this, all the things done with this thing shown and more to come if you are willing. I’ll be good to you. Portrait of a one way street. What is the moment when we look at genitals and what do we see in them? If you have seen enough, it is naive to think sex is what we live for, what keeps us alive maybe or definitely. To cross lines works up till it doesn’t anymore. Maybe it, sexism and harassment, is important when we need to breed and that is why visibility matters, I don’t know. It must have other meaning than having power and direct effect, a success.

Sexually implied harassment is an every day event. To be seen and desired as a sexual being who is aggressive in thinking and having sex, it is the most fun to people or you can have it and that hunting and showing off one’s sexual drive plus ability bring the high in life even unfilled, that act of playing and poking the ice, breaking the ice with all that heat from your sexy body and attitude radiating via electric cords and the way you walk and talk, is justified and ok. What kind of culture makes people think all want the same things and should like this.

The most of you being your penis is not much and it is not a turn on but off. Reason for me to inquire is that the need to bring the subject forward, act of sexism fucking a mind, fucking in mind disregarding consequences, harassment and display are on the wall and unbelievably rampant. It is like no other part of culture, sex. I have come to think it is the energy we live from, even those who deny sex being important or are ashamed of it, such vulgarity is what is a kind of nonstop pain but tolerated because it is the fun, fun for me kind of self-centred self-pleasuring. Is it a thrill to go to a stranger and make an advance just like that, flash. That there are no ties, no other pressure than the harassment done by a person to another person who is supposed to give response of some sort. Someone who wishes to be openly sexual in predatory fashion, make verbal and visual comments thinking this is the best shit there is and play with people in hopes to end up having an act of fucking for fun. Who says yes and agrees to being used?

It must be something to people who prey online. They do not see it themselves like being wrong because the behaviour is normal, the search for fun and amusement happens in a flash of a moment, it is something made for them and theirs. It is their game which all should understand. When you turn it upside down and do it reverse, response is an utter surprise and silence, ummm. Then it is not normal anymore. There is a point when repetition mode will get tiring. It is when the majority of messages are the sort where intercourse is the main reason to contact and interact with women. To say someone is interesting and suggest anal sex and any casual meeting for you to get your release is the lamest shit, lazy, boring and unacceptable. Sure it makes me laugh out loud, still I wonder what the fuck goes on in people’s heads.

http://nautil.us/blog/the-novelist-and-critic-siri-hustvedt-raises-an-eyebrow-at-science ”There are these rather weird sexual connotations attached. The idea that women are closer to nature, which is of course out of birth, is absurd. Nobody is more or less natural than anybody else. This gets played out in a number of interesting ways.”

Wearing my weight, wearing my garbage

Wearing my garbage

Wearing my pollution, wearing my garbage

 

2016

Wearing my garbage