Physical things I do, do not give a shit about (anymore):

Guess which is which: 

(1) Being able to physically intimidate people who grab my butt as they bicycle by/attempt to put their hands inside of my bra at a Motörhead concert.
(2) Being able to climb up stairs without strained breath until the day I die
(3) Being thin
(4) Feeling my legflesh wiggle when I run
(5) Running for 4 hours straight on a treadmill every single day
(6) Returning to the dimensions that my body was on the cusp of being 13
(7) Having a butt that is strong enough to crush mortals
(8) Being a sick-ass giant ballerina who moves like an enormous, graceful pokemon (Jigglypuff's tall cousin who grew up terrorizing neighborhood toughs on her tricycle until the streetlights came on and eating every vegetable in sight)


 Answer Key: 
(1) Do
(2) Do
(3) Do Not
(4) Do Not
(5) Do Not
(6) Do Not
(7) Do
(8) Do

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Genesis Bryer P-Orridge: Do you have any questions you want to ask me?  

Grimes: Oh, God yes! What do you think will happen to you when you die?

Genesis Bryer P-Orridge: When we met Lady Jaye in 1993, we started to experiment more and more with what we call Pandrogeny. At one point we spent a whole year using ketamine every half hour, every day. We had a lot of out-of-body experiences, and it took us a long time to retrieve what we were learning and seeing in these other realms. Jaye had this way of expressing it, which was Existentialism is door #1, door #2 is organized religion, door #3 is what else is there? What can we individually discover about perception and possibility? Then Jaye, as you know, dropped her body in 2007. When one dies, what are we going to do to communicate if it’s possible? Through working with Tibetans, we realized that they do seem to reincarnate. So my answer to your question is, we believe we live in loops. Perhaps the whole point of life is to break those loops: habits, addictions, issues, and at some point it will be possible to leave the physical world and maintain a sense of self. Our ambition has always been to find each other in whatever realm, embrace and become one being, made of the two of us. That’s our goal and that’s the nearest picture we have so far of what might be.


Interview between Grimes and Genesis P-Orridge for V Magazine's August 2012 issue, transcript can be located here.

Suck My Wizened Clitoris, Helmut Newton: a photo essay.

Full moon tonight

Wish there were energy in me for a spell.

I know how you feel, Fenriz.

Caricature of Young Hegelians arguing, by Engels

 

What does Hegel mean to you?

Not sure what he means to me yet. 

Probably nothing. 

Lamb Suit

Halloween 1993 was not a good Halloween. My mother had carefully handcrafted a fluffy lamb suit for me to wear to the annual Corporate Family Halloweeen gathering. The costume zipped all the way up the front and had two anatomically correct ears made of white polyfleece and pink felt. The outside was fluffy as a baked potato, but the inside was the most profane unnatural fiber from hell.

It was the earliest memory I can drudge up of feeling explicitly, violently wrong about a body. My body? Whose body? Who the hell knew. I was three for chrissake. All I knew was it was ITCHY and I was CRYING and my face was VERY RED. I wanted it off: Now, now, now, now, now.

It was not-me. Not in the sense that it didn't suit me. Rather, it was a foreign thing clinging to my skin that needed to come off before it grafted to me and I could never remove it. When you are four, the concept of costumes is utterly new/terrifying/disorienting. "I am just getting used to this body, and now you are trying to tell me that annually, I am supposed to invent some sort of different one, from itchy fleece or face paint or fabric or latex? For fun?"


Bodies haven't stopped being strange for me since that Halloween in the early 90's. There are periods of latency where I do not think about bodies as a separate thing (after all, Descartes was wrong, we do not have bodies, we are bodies, there is no dualism). Then there are the times when I look in the mirror and have the odd sensation of not only seeing not-me, but not being sure exactly from what point I am seeing at all.

Thankfully, that's pretty rare.