Language isn't good enough to convey the types of things I want to be able to convey...

Language isn't good enough to convey the types of things I want to be able to convey, and the types of things I want to hear.

You can say it's off hidden in the dusty tomes but if that's how it remains forever, it will never have the impact it should have on greater hive - just abnormal individuals who explore the crevices less trodden

The issue that needs to be solved is the fact that what arrests the attention of anyone paying attention appears meaningless to those who need to be reached

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feminism is dumb

it does look like she's looking down at us between her legs
or we're looking up at her from below underbutton
who's that figure in her vagoo cave?
a shadow, or an idol?

did you just assume its gender?

What this art is trying to convey is that women hold men hostage with sex and by having no real form but that there is a pattern to them

The purple is also a subtle refrence to their percieved unatainability and their self percieved importance

the black figure is a representation of men and the colour is black to signify that the self persieved importance of women has led to them seeing men as something bad a black sheep if you will

its meh at best,and you find it relatable for good reason

Really good analysis

I assumed it was a female artist and thought it was the Self trapped inside the decomposing sexual female form. The being inside the being is not distinct but joined. Single entity. It’s still an unconsidered DMT daydream so we’ll get nothing out of it, but there are other ways of seeing these dreams.

"thanks"

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That's horrifying

I had a bad LSD trip once where I got the unshakeable idea that all of my bad romantic encounters with the other (females) were actually just a series of bad encounters with one abstract entity, the only other entity trapped with me in a solipsistic delusion, and one who will never actually love me, a la No Exit

The distinction between your fantasy and Sartre’s No Exit is that in the latter, the Other has will and suffers for it. That’s the mechanism by which the torture device works. It is not torture enough to be destroyed by some inanimacy. It is only torture enough to be tortured by a being who tortures you to alleviate her own suffering. If all the women in your life were joined into one being, how would she would have no such ability? What sentience would she torture you with? Maybe the conjoined representation of past love represents generational memory, conceptual and primordial woman. If so, what will could she claim to suffer under?

Be assured that only the individuated women themselves are capable of stabbing the knife in.