Needy, Teething, Baby Monster

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minkmarble asked: yes they do come out that bright! i have the green one already. its a bit pricey but well worth it because of the coverage and it lasts a long time. i can't leave a link but google lime crime!

thanks!

cuntofdoom asked: hey, can I reblog yr nudie photo to my queer eriotipornblr? Just wanted to check in about how you felt about that before the photo gets flung across the tumblrsphre

yes you totally can! :)

I keep having dreams about things I am not really afraid of. Like giant cyborg raptors. And anacondas with tarantula legs. They are always reptile ghouls, like me, and in the dreams I am frequently not myself. I am frequently very old, or very young, and not particularly disabled, and white. What makes the threat of these creatures apparent however, is when it dawns on me their profound humanness. Like a human lack of mercy glinting in the eyes, or a human doing an impression of a grackal. Eerie.

I study psych, critical theory, the body, fairy tales. They make sense together. I see myself in the creatures that populate myth and stories. But when we are talking about “fairy tales” or more specifically literary fairy tales which originated in France in the mid 1600s, the protagonists are European, and white, and…well “fair”. And the twisted creatures that they outwit, or poison, or who almost poison them but who they do escape from unless there is some morally didactic reason (more common in the Grimm retellings and versions that stemmed from there) that they should not escape, those are the MEs. They are all sorts of colors. They have all kinds of reasons to feel fear, resentment, rage, to want to rip up the white flesh of those princess girls, who don’t have to be princesses even to have princess potential. Here’s the ting, even people who are really into fairy tales, seem to acknowledge that they are not real. That they are metaphor. Yet. Some of the metaphors never get to be more than that. Some of those creatures are people too yeah. And when the princess gets to wake up in the morning after the story is over, that princess who is you, white baby reading it knowing that even if you are not a princess now you have princess potential. When that princess wakes up she gets to continue her life. But there were all these not enable bodied, not white creatures that died way back there. They never get to leave the story. They never get to grow up. We are forever metaphor.

And maybe I indulge in the way others view me as an archetype too. I like to dress in high contrast. I like to live lace and technicolor and I want to vomit brilliant shiny blood everywhere and still be raging and I want you to know that I am a monster from the deep. I am more emotional than any metaphor has ever been allowed, my cup overfloweth because I am a cup creature. I am a bowl. I will not conceal you. I will not conceal myself. I want to know where the creatures of color are. Swanblood, I am grateful to know you even peripherally by reading your blog. I want to know more. And I want to know where the fairy tale scholars, writers, genreists are at. People who think that fairy tales are full of rich scary succulence and know that the history is long and strange and not just short fables. Where my rad amphibious imps of color who still read fairy stories at?

Inquiring minds attempting to write performance pieces about white people eatin’ snow queen/beasts wanna know.