the inside tundra

the inside tundra

rough and tumble

with strength and rigor i endevour to restore myself. like a dancer i ache to soar as well as slide across the floor. when i dance i can feel in tune. through this writing i hope to reach my flow so i can dance with vigor like i use to. that muscel memory is slowly waking as i let my sorrow thaw.

Sunday, August 29, 2010

just a thought

when some people find out i am a multiple rape survivor they get excited. my ex husband had a whole book of rape and molestation short storeis written by women. for him it was something to get off on. i see the adds on craig's list for the rape role play games. i know that some women use this as a controlled arena to work some shit out. i know that some women just think it's kinky and naughty thus fun.
for me i tried bdsm and it did not help with my issues. i did learn i had more baggage than i thought. i tried new age healing. and nothing really changed except i got labled a priestess and was excepted to heal others; because i had survived the rapes with grace and still had hope and compassion.
but then i looked at history and art. and rape looks beautiful. incest is the stories of nobel people. much like today bulumia, though a painful illness, has it's societal rewards. so is my pain proof that i am a pussy or proof that that humanity is still in tact. and will there be a time when rape and incest are not fetishized.
here is visual point: Rape of the Sabine Women
so i choose the keep the crime and the grime in my paintings because this does not represent my experiences

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