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[prettymadgirl]

Is it possible to know the world without despising it?

To see it clearly and not turn away?

All I know is this:

There is only one way through a thorn forest.

You must pick up an axe and swing and swing and swing.

[prettymadgirl]

Cleanliness is next to Godliness (or so they said)

How could I have known what was to come

All I wanted was a bath

clean yourself the learned men said:

your body is polluted

your blood makes you unclean

Clean yourself

Cover yourself

Your body is a sin

Your blood brings shame

You and all your kind were corrupted from the moment Eve took that curious bite

Who was I to question?

Only a woman, and prone they said,

to the same weakness and treachery as she who came first

So I bathed

To clean myself of my blood, my sin, my shame,

Mine, yours, Eve’s

He saw me then and everything changed

He took me for his own

shed blood to keep me

How could I ever be clean again?

It wasn’t until my son lay dead in my arms,

Fair recompense said the prophet for the crime that created him,

That I really knew

That I could truly understand

What do men, even the learned, the Pharisee, the King, know of women?

What do they know of God?

They know the law

They wrote it for themselves

They know the scriptures that they keep hidden from us

Tools used to judge and subjugate

These learned men say that God created the world

but I see now that is not so

God

Elohim

Yahweh

The One with no name for me to cry out in my rage and my grief

Created heaven and earth

All things seen and unseen

but it is men who created this world

And there will never be any place for me here

Not with these men who branded me impure by word and deed

These men who branded my child as sin punishable by death

These men say Eve was forced out into the world with a flaming sword at her back

the knowledge of good and evil flowing fresh in her veins

Well that knowledge is mine now

bitter and life giving as blood

There is no choice but to use it,

To wield it as a flaming sword in my hand

[prettymadgirl]

To beware of men bearing gifts

You offered the world

a fine gift you thought

to lay at my feet

like the head of the Baptist

For surely my love

my body

my Self

is worth more than a dance and some veils

and surely your gift is greater than any that

Herod, weak and false as he was, could offer

After all, up to half of his kingdom was no true reward

half of a kingdom is no kingdom at all

Still, I am afraid I must decline

Gifts are grand indeed

but the Trojans have taught me to be wary of them

for what is given can be taken away

or burn empires into ash and myth

It has happened before, but will not happen again

Not to me

Besides, I don’t want the world

It holds no lure for me

I cannot hear its siren song

But know this:

if I wanted it 

I would have it

and I would take it for myself

[prettymadgirl]

This is very well written and beautifully expressed. I too suffer from depression and have for most of my life. It breaks my heart that Robin Williams' life could mean so much to so many and yet be so unbearable to him, though of course this is the very nature of the illness. As you say it is an internal condition and it somehow manages to override external truths. You are so right I think in how you imagine Robin would react to the "incident" with the penises! Finding humor in the little absurdities of daily life surely must be one of the keys to bearing its struggles and sorrows. Selfishly I wish he could have born his even longer than he did because as glad as I am that he is at peace and safe from whatever was hurting him, it still hurts that he's gone. Sorry for blabbing on so much. Believe it or not I originally intended to just say good job!

I was scrolling down my dash and watching videos of Robin Williams and looking at gif sets and laughing and crying and then between two related posts there was a gif of two naked men rubbing their dicks together. I was taken aback and a little angry at first because now simply doesn’t seem like...