the erotic has been bastardized.
the erotic is (or should be) more than a menial screw. its more than passionless desire. more than ass and cleavage.
the "man"-- the system-- has manipulated and limited the "erotic", rendering it merely "sexy" "kinky" and/or "naughty", inorder to devalue the power that it can bring to our lives as creative beings. oppressive mainstream capitalist driven culture doesn't want to produce empowered, creative and free-thinking/feeling individuals. They want us to be mindless, dependent consuming robots. they want us to be unhappy and uncreative so we rely on consumption inorder to feel better about our inadequate and mediocre lives, bodies and existence. They want to cheapen the erotic, so we don't realize the liberating potential it has for our lives. They want to stigmatize the erotic- they want to make it into something that should be feared, shamed, or silenced.
erotic isn't bound only to sex (although sex can be a beautiful part of it).
but rather the erotic is and can be seen everywhere and in everything. It is a sacred resource within us that lies in a deeply spiritual plane. The erotic is passion. it is desire. feeling. life appeal and fulfillment. it is the creative life force and energy within each of us. it is the open and fearless underlining of our capacity for joy. the sharing of joy. the erotic is powerful. it is beautiful. it is in me. it is in you.
Audre Lorde, my "black-lesbian-feminist-poet" crush once wrote, "Recognizing the power of the erotic within our lives can give us the energy to pursue genuine change within our world, rather than merely settling for a shift of characters in the same weary dramas". I dig this.
We live in a suppressive anti-erotic society, and inorder to fully embrace the fact that we are powerful because we are capable of experiencing and sharing the erotic, we must first began to strip down, and question the forces of our society that try and immobilize us from changing our world. The "man" is mad because though they can attempt to co opt and capitalize off of the erotic, they can not ever truly comodify the joy, empowerment and creative harmony that the erotic as a life-force releases. Be radical. Define your own erotic.
This is mine.
she dances, at dusk. in fuchsia coloured rain that sparkles as it says goodnight, to a soon sleeping sky.
it's in the promise of night that she finds herself, barefoot and twirling, screaming and weeping, laughing and singing. Wet from fuchsia kisses, and tears, she is invincible. Her heart lives in her naked feet, that celebrate in drizzle sodden grass.
each emerald blade whispers secrets, to each of her muddy toes. secrets her heart will know as truth, her spirit, as joy, her mind as beauty.
She knows passion, fearless, and open, she knows passion. she twirls, because the sky is endless, and her dreams breathe moonlight, from unbound lullabies. in these lullabies, creativity and harmony are as alive as the moon that watches her and as real as the stars that mourn her brokenness. but even in her brokenness, the silence knows she is powerful.
May you find your own erotic. May you feel powerful and free in that. and strong against the powers of this world, that tell us the erotic should be supressed. be joyful.
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the erotic is (or should be) more than a menial screw. its more than passionless desire. more than ass and cleavage.
the "man"-- the system-- has manipulated and limited the "erotic", rendering it merely "sexy" "kinky" and/or "naughty", inorder to devalue the power that it can bring to our lives as creative beings. oppressive mainstream capitalist driven culture doesn't want to produce empowered, creative and free-thinking/feeling individuals. They want us to be mindless, dependent consuming robots. they want us to be unhappy and uncreative so we rely on consumption inorder to feel better about our inadequate and mediocre lives, bodies and existence. They want to cheapen the erotic, so we don't realize the liberating potential it has for our lives. They want to stigmatize the erotic- they want to make it into something that should be feared, shamed, or silenced.
erotic isn't bound only to sex (although sex can be a beautiful part of it).
but rather the erotic is and can be seen everywhere and in everything. It is a sacred resource within us that lies in a deeply spiritual plane. The erotic is passion. it is desire. feeling. life appeal and fulfillment. it is the creative life force and energy within each of us. it is the open and fearless underlining of our capacity for joy. the sharing of joy. the erotic is powerful. it is beautiful. it is in me. it is in you.
Audre Lorde, my "black-lesbian-feminist-poet" crush once wrote, "Recognizing the power of the erotic within our lives can give us the energy to pursue genuine change within our world, rather than merely settling for a shift of characters in the same weary dramas". I dig this.
We live in a suppressive anti-erotic society, and inorder to fully embrace the fact that we are powerful because we are capable of experiencing and sharing the erotic, we must first began to strip down, and question the forces of our society that try and immobilize us from changing our world. The "man" is mad because though they can attempt to co opt and capitalize off of the erotic, they can not ever truly comodify the joy, empowerment and creative harmony that the erotic as a life-force releases. Be radical. Define your own erotic.
This is mine.
she dances, at dusk. in fuchsia coloured rain that sparkles as it says goodnight, to a soon sleeping sky.
it's in the promise of night that she finds herself, barefoot and twirling, screaming and weeping, laughing and singing. Wet from fuchsia kisses, and tears, she is invincible. Her heart lives in her naked feet, that celebrate in drizzle sodden grass.
each emerald blade whispers secrets, to each of her muddy toes. secrets her heart will know as truth, her spirit, as joy, her mind as beauty.
She knows passion, fearless, and open, she knows passion. she twirls, because the sky is endless, and her dreams breathe moonlight, from unbound lullabies. in these lullabies, creativity and harmony are as alive as the moon that watches her and as real as the stars that mourn her brokenness. but even in her brokenness, the silence knows she is powerful.
May you find your own erotic. May you feel powerful and free in that. and strong against the powers of this world, that tell us the erotic should be supressed. be joyful.
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