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I think that the real essence of a 'trans' story isn't actually about gender at all, so much as it's about going through a transition from one state where you're miserable and unhappy and wish for death or feel like you're already dead to another radically different state where...you're content. You're just content. You had something chronically wrong with you, like a painful screeching that just becomes the background noise of your existence and then...it's gone. You are, in some ineffable cosmic sense, where you belong.

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I love the idea of dead gods. Not in the sense of “hey i killed something supernaturally strong” but in the sense of “i killed it and it’s still a god.” It is still worshipped. prayers are still answered. miracles are performed in its name, even as it lies pierced by a thousand swords and burning with chemical fire. even as it drifts through vacuum, decapitated and bleeding molten rock. in cosmic spite of being shot through each eye and hurled into a plasma reactor, it still radiates the power of the divine in a way that primitive death cannot smother. the nature of godchild is not so simple as to be tied to the mortality, or immortality, of any living being.

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“The Moon & The Stars” dress by Frieda Leopold

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FAITH AS AN ACT OF CONSUMPTION FOR THE DEVOTEE AND AN ACT OF HUNGER FOR THE GOD

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The urge to seduce Death, to take it softly by the cold hand and lead it to your boudoir, is an ancient and primal one that we can only explore by with cheat codes on The Sims.

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Did you have a homoerotic friendship with a girl in highschool that ended in tragedy and you two never talking again or are you normal?

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this isolated message makes me feel like i’m about to be shot and killed

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dream career: lab assistant to an eccentric and morally dubious victorian scientist who functions as 90% of their self control and struggles with my growing feelings for them conflicting with my dawning horror as i gradually discover the true nature of their experiments

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Sun Goddess for real…

Model: Theresa Fractale

Photographer: Lillian Liu

Dress: Linda Frisen Couture

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bro quit shielding me from danger with your body you're going to make the audience think we're gay

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you'd think that demons would have a lot more sympathy for the virgin sacrifices and a lot less for the guy holding both of them captive against their will

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Consider the god of salmon.

There is a god of salmon, somewhere in the gravel and the pebbles of the spawning redd. All salmon are aware of it as soon as they are born, in their own, private, fishy ways, and remember their god of salmon when they leave the spawning grounds and journey into the saltwaters beyond.

Theirs is the god of journeys and returnings.

Eventually, every salmon is struck by the urge to return to the holy lands of its ancestors. They pray to the god of salmon, asking for protection against bears and other predators on the journey.

“Deliver us from eagles,” the salmon pray.

All animals get their own gods, and those animal gods get their own prayers. The gods of mice and rabbits and other small, squeaking, hunted things usually get prayers along the lines of, “Oh please, oh please, oh please…”

Unlike those fickle gods, parishioners of the god of salmon get results.

Salmon get miracles.

A salmon returns to freshwater and discovers that it can breathe.

A salmon swimming against the current watches its spine curl, its teeth lengthen, sees grey scales turn red.

A salmon comes to a waterfall and discovers that it can fly…

Eventually the salmon complete their pilgrimage, and return to the holy lands of their ancestors.

Many raucous orgies are held.

Hallelujah.

And then, exhausted, the salmon die. The land flourishes as residual nutrients run through creeks and estuaries.

And the god of salmon continues, buoyed on the souls and prayers of millions of martyrs.

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theyve got me in some kind of secret Facility

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newport beach, california. “july 2018” by @programzero (instagram)

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please stop setting yourself on fire

Grow up