#hymen records

[gutterslimed]

in the name of GWAR, in the name of love in the name of the blood dripping out of the sun

GWAR - meat sandwich [1/3]

[disease]

SVRECA : SKIRT // HYMEN [UNTITLED. SEMANTICA 50, OCT 2012]

[vigolicious]

jang wonyoung x gynecologist g!p reader

wonyoung pov:

i am now in the clinic for a check-up for my vagina, mom said i should check it to see if something is wrong, so i scheduled an appointment with dr. (l/n).

while i was waiting, a nurse called my name and said that dr. (l/n) is waiting for me at her office. i stood up nervously because it was my first time and nobody has seen my private parts except my mom when i was little but enough about that, so i got to the office.

and dr. (l/n) is there sitting and writing something on her clipboard, she was handsome but at the same time beautiful and she looks to be in her mid 30's, kinda young for a doctor but i guess she was super smart to graduate young in the medical field.

she looked up and she saw me and smiled charmingly at me. "ah you must be jang wonyoung, have a seat" she said have while pointing in the chair for me to seat. "so i read in your medical records that this is your first time?" she asked me, and i said yes. "don't worry i'll be gentle" she said jokingly and softly laughed and also laughed to because there was nothing wrong in her little joke.

"so let's begin, i'll question you some things about your health, so please answer truthfully" she said and then questioned about my body and i answered them. "miss jang, thank you for answering my questions and let's begin the check-up, can you please remove your clothes especially your undergarments over there in the changing room" she said profesionally, and i followed her orders.

once i was fully naked, i stepped outside the changing room and then dr. (l/n) orders me to lie down on a bed with stir-ups and they're's a curtain than can block my view from dr. (l/n), and then she spread my legs apart and put it in the stir-ups, i shivered because it was cold in the office but thank god i shaved.

reader pov

i sanitized my hands first and then put on some gloves, i then gently touched her pussy and probed at the sides to see if some thing is wrong, once i was sure there was nothing wrong, i pulled her pussy lips apart to see if her hymen is there, and there it is. "miss jang are you a virgin?" i asked her, "yes i am, is their a problem doctor?" she answered but at the same time she questions. "no there is no problem miss jang, but it will hurt a little bit to look inside, i'll put some lubricant" i said to calm her down.

i picked up the lube but it was empty, 'huh? i was sure that i bought some and i can't hurt miss jang, sigh i think it's for the best' so pulled her closer to me and then slowly licked her pussy, she flinched, 'god she taste so good' and then i continued to lick her pussy, i pulled her pussy lips apart and then licked her virgin hole and then i teased her clit with my thumb, "moan?!" she moaned surprised, "doctor what are you doing?" she asked, "im just putting on lubricant for you miss jang" i answered and then continued to eat her pussy.

i reluctantly stopped licking her pussy and massaged it "miss jang i will now be entering your vagina to see whats inside" i said, "o-ok doctor" she answered, i then put my finger inside her pussy slowly and to not make her in pain i teased her clit with my thumb "moan?! doctor it hurts" she sobbed, "shhhh it's ok the pain will go away just trust me" i said and then i licked her clit to pleasure her, she moaned the whole time.

i then put my second finger in and then she flinched, pushing her pussy on my mouth but i don't mind because i was hard and finger fucked her slowly, she moaned louder this time, good thing my office is soundproof and i locked the door while she was changing to make sure no one disturbs us. i pulled my fingers away to see the hole but it was no good it was still small, "miss jang, it's still small i think we should use a bigger tool to make the whole bigger, you won't mind miss jang?" i said and questioned her, "it's ok doctor but please be gentle" she pleaded, "don't you worry miss jang" and then i stood up and unbottoned my slacks and then pushed my slacks downward to let my shaft free, i sighed mutely and then pulled miss jang even closer to me.

i positioned myself in between her thighs and i tapped my cock in her pussy twice, the sound was so loud she flinched, i grind my cock in her wet pussy to lubricated myself, she continuosly moaned and twitched. "miss jang this will hurt so hold my hand please" i ordered, i put my hand in her stomach and she held it like it was her lifeline. i then hold my cock and teased her clit with my head to make her wet more, why she was not suspiscuois about what i'm doing to her, i don't know but i i'm not complaining.

i then positioned my cock head in her hole and then gently pushed forward, i only made my head on her pussy inside but she was screaming for me to stop, so i did. "s-top it h-hurts s-so bad" she sobbed while holding my hand still. "i know miss jang but it's the only way" i said, she was silent while i rubbed her stomach to calm her down, "i'll continue" i declared and then i pulled away and then gently pushed, 'god i want to pushed it all the way but patience' and i slowly fucked her with my tip.

she soflty moaned 'she's so tight fuck', i pushed another inch in her and fucked her gently. i rubbed her clit to distract her from the pain, and then another inch, and then another, until i hit a barrier, she screamed painfully, "miss jang, i have to break this barrier to continue the check-up so please bear with me" i said and then i pulled away and then pushed my shaft all the way in, 'fuck yes' "fuck" i moaned, "*screams* w-hy d-did y-o-ou do th-that" she sobbed. "shhh it's part of the procedure, the pain will go away and will be replaced with pleasure" i concoled her.

i stood still to let her adjust my size for five minutes, she still held my hand, knowing that i caused her pain, 'so cute' i smiled adoringly while watching our conjoined hands and then our conjoined sexes, i moaned at the sight. i then pulled my cock all the way and pushed my cock back in her heat, she sobbed while i gently fucked her "shit" i moaned and then fucked her little faster now, "*moans*" she moans loudly, i put both hands on her waist and then pistoned away, i noticed that her hand is still holding my hand, and i can't help myself anymore 'fuck it'.

i removed the curtains while still fucking her and oh god her face is so cute shit, i hugged her then kissed her, she wrapped her arms around my neck and then kissed her jaw and her neck while she is still moaning "you're so cute miss jang, fuck," i said to her, "d-d-octor it fe-e-els s-s-o-o g-ood, y-e-ah r-right there" she screamed and i continued to fuck that spot for her. for about 6 minutes i fucked her pussy and then "doctor i-im cumming" she said, "yeah cum on my cock miss jang" i said continuining to fuck her.

she screamed while creaming on my dick, i continued to piston in her pussy without stopping because i was going to cum, "miss jang i'm cummming" i said, "no cum insid-e p-please" she pleaded but i didn't listen, "here it comes" and i planted my seed inside her fertile womb, i stood still while cumming ropes of cum in her pussy while she moans loudly, her arms still around my neck and i kissed her while gently fuck her.

i pulled my shaft away and i let my cum drip down her pussy, i hold my cock and scoop the cum with my cock and then pushed it all back in, she moaned, but now she was laying in the bed, we were gasping for air and the room was filled with the sounds of our breathing, she was cockmarming me now. i grabbed the clipboard in the table and then wrote something in it while still inside and i gave it to miss jang, "call me for a private check-up if there is something wrong in your pussy" and thrust once, motioning her pussy filled with my cum.

i pulled away and grabbed some tissue to clean her up and dress her back in her clothes but without kissing her pussy first and giving it a lick. "here miss jang, a plan b you don't want to be pregnant while your still young". i joked and then kissed her again while grabbing her ass and she wrapped her arms around my neck and tiptoed to reach my height, i was tall 6'7 and it makes her look so cute and fuckable in my eyes. "don't worry doctor, i"ll call you soon" she said while grabbing my clothed dick while kissing me again, "well, i'll wait for you miss jang" i said and smacked her ass and groped it, she giggled, and she's out of the door.

authors note: i finished this 12:05 am so hope you enjoy<3.

[rjalker]

>:(

if anyone tell you pap smears don't hurt they're a gods damned liar

next time I'm going to ask them to just give me fucking laughing gas or something.

Edit two days later:

For the fucking record to ward off jackass, this post is being made by a nonbinary trans person. My pronouns are it/its. Any TERFs or other transmisics who touch this post will be fucking vaporized.

For a damn preface, for those unaware, a pap smear is a procedure done on people with vaginas to test for cervical cancer or other health problems. It involves sticking a medical device into the vagina and using it to widen the walls of the vagina so the doctor can stick a tiny brush into the cervix to collect cells for testing.

And if you try to look up whether or not this procedure can hurt, every where you look will tell you it doesn’t.

And I'm still fucking infuriated by this. Because it’s a fucking lie. Everywhere I looked beforehand said it wouldn't hurt, I might just feel some pressure. Every single fucking website and blog post and video said "It won't hurt! It doesn't hurt!"

Even now when I am specifically trying to find other people talking about how it hurts, 99% of the results are saying it doesn't hurt, and if it does, it's just because you're nervous and anxious and causing yourself problems.

Except every where I fucking looked told me it wouldn't hurt. The doctor said it wouldn't hurt. My fucking mom said it wouldn't hurt.

I was not tense. I was not anxious. I was told it wouldn't hurt and I believed all the people who'd said so.

And then it felt like having a knife shoved inside my body.

And I was told to just do some fucking breathing exorcises and relax.

Even though I'd been fucking relaxed until it started hurting, because everyone fucking old me it was painless, just mildly uncomfortable.

And I am not talking about pain like "a little pinch", I mean fucking pain like being stabbed with a needle or having a knife twisted inside you. And it just got worse the longer it went on. They had to fucking stop early and might not have even been able to collect the fucking cells they were supposed to be testing.

And when this was finally over the doctor told me that the only reason it hurt was because my hymen was intact (So what about all the fucking shit going around for years about how that breaks for everyone in fucking gym class???? More fucking lies!!), as though that had anything to do with the pain inside.

And now every fucking thing I try to look up for reasons why it can hurt is literally just fucking repeating the same shit about how it doesn’t hurt, and if it does, it’s only because you were nervous and anxious and embarassed and all the fucking things I WASN’T. BECAUSE I WAS TOLD IT WOULDN’T HURT.

Every where I fucking look, I’m told that these things don’t hurt, and it’s just anxiety, and blah fuckity blah.

For fuck’s sake, this is real fucking medical gaslighting going on on a fucking absurd level.

These fucking websites and videos and blog posts and articles may as well just fucking call my hysterical at this point for all they fucking give a shit about people who are hurt by this procedure.

Everyone’s too fucking busy insisting that it doesn’t hurt and you have to get one and if you avoid getting one then you’re a bad person and you’re going to get cancer and die.

I’ve literally found exactly one (1) article talking about how it does hurt for some people, but that this gets constantly brushed under the rug and shouted down, and how this is a fucking problem. One fucking short article out of almost a hundred that I checked.

If you are so hellbent on getting people to get pap smears that you will literally fucking lie about the fact that not only can it hurt, it can hurt extremely, then you are not fucking helping anyone! If no one’s allowed to fucking talk about how painful this procedure is, no one can actually fucking give informed consent, because all of society is apparently too damn busy lying and saying it doesn’t hurt!!!!!!

This is blatant fucking medical misogyny and medical gaslighting everywhere you look and I’d have to be fucking knocked unconcious or given fucking laughing gas before I ever agree to do that again.

There’s even a fucking tiktok someone put on youtube where the original person was talking about offering anesthesia for pap smears, and then a fucking gynecologist comes in to say that’s stupid and useless and absurd and pretends that the only reason it can hurt is because people aren’t relaxed enough.

This is literal fucking society-wide misogynistic lying and gaslighting and it is pure fucking evil.

So pro fucking tip, for people who need to get pap smears: It can in fact hurt. Do not fucking let anyone tell you that you’re imagining it or you’re immature or you’re causing it yourself by being anxious. Do not fucking let them gaslight you and victim blame.

Pap smears can hurt, a lot, and anyone who tells you they don’t or can’t is just straight up fucking lying to your face.

So does this fucking mean I have endometriosis? Vaginismus? Some other fucking horrible thing I haven't heard of yet??? I don't fucking know! And it's gonna take three weeks to fucking find out the test results, assuming they even got to collect any of the gods damned cells in the first place!

Either fucking way, the fact that no one is allowed to talk about how this procedure can be excruciatingly painful because everyone else is just shouting at the top of their lungs that it doesn't hurt and you need to be a Big Girl™ and stop being embarrassed and go get one is fucking evil and I am fucking enraged.

(Edit again for the anon: Yes, you can reblog this, I am not embarrassed, more people need to talk about this so people can at least have some fucking warning. Feel free to copy and paste to other sites too.)

[zerogate]

The problem, as St Augustine knew well, was the vagina of the Virgin Mary. This is rarely considered in the modern world. Yet, for a time, Mary’s vagina – or to be more precise, her hymen – was an issue of profound theological importance to Christianity, and that hymen’s presence (or absence) was debated in the highest circles of the Church and written about by everyone from the most loathed of heretics to Augustine himself.

The debate arose because this topic was not only one of great import, it was also one on which most gospels offered little help. The Christmas story is a story of a birth, but it is commonly told with biblical, rather than biological, simplicity. Of the four gospels found in modern Bibles, only two mention the actual birth of Jesus – and both do so briskly. The Gospel of Luke spends longer explaining the tax and travel arrangements of Mary and Joseph than it does on the moment of the birth itself, which is briefly dispatched in a single sentence. The Gospel of Matthew is more laconic yet, merely recording with workmanlike brevity that Mary ‘had given birth to a son.’

But, in the early centuries of Christianity, there was a gospel that lingered long and lovingly over every aspect of the birth of Christ. This gospel, known today as the Infancy Gospel of James, tells the story of the birth of Jesus with a physical and psychological detail lacking in the better-known versions. It offers detailed descriptions of how Joseph felt when he discovered that his supposedly virginal Mary was already quite far gone (in short: not good) and considerable detail on the lead-up to the birth. It even contains an intimate account of the birth itself, which begins with Mary’s contractions, involves the unexpected intervention of a midwife, and ends with a vaginal examination that is, in every sense, unorthodox.

Yet, while it is almost forgotten today, the Infancy Gospel of James was, for a time, one of the most popular and influential Christian gospels of all. It was read in churches in the East, for centuries, at important feasts – and even at Christmas. Its sacred words have been woven into the liturgy, art and calendar of Christianity for centuries. At least 140 manuscripts survive in Greek alone, and the spread of languages into which it was translated includes Syriac, Ethiopic, Georgian, Sahidic and Armenian. As one modern scholar put it, the ���sheer number . . . attests to the value placed on this text in the Christian tradition’.

This book tilted the theology, the calendar and even the character of Christianity: the cult of the Virgin Mary, still evident today in the Catholic Church, is unthinkable without it. Together with later gospels in which it was absorbed, it even shaped the way the Nativity was represented. The famous image of Mary riding on a donkey is not present in any of the gospels contained within modern Bibles. This image, however, does appear, dramatically, in the Infancy Gospel of James.

Similarly, if you have ever seen a Nativity scene in which the baby Jesus is watched over by an ox and an ass, or in which he is born in a cave, you are looking at its influence, for these appear not in the Bible but in the gospel into which the Infancy Gospel of James was later absorbed. These scenes infused the works of Giotto and were held in the blue and beaten gold of Byzantine mosaics. It is, in the words of one modern theologian: ‘hardly possible to overestimate the influence of [this text] on subsequent church history.’ And it contains, at its heart, the story of how the Virgin Mary’s vagina was capable of burning human flesh.

[...]

As the scene of the birth opens, Mary and Joseph are travelling towards Bethlehem, Mary sitting on a donkey. They have not travelled far when Mary tells Joseph to take her down from the animal because her contractions are beginning. Or, as she puts it, in a brief and dignified phrase, ‘the child within me presses me to come forth.’ Joseph manages to find a cave in which Mary can give birth, and – an even greater stroke of luck – a Hebrew midwife to assist.

While he is outside the cave and Mary is labouring within, he suddenly notices that the entire world has quite literally stopped. The birds of the heavens are held motionless in the sky; a nearby shepherd, who had been lifting his hand to smite his sheep with his staff, has frozen with his hand in mid-air; the river has stopped flowing; the stars have stopped moving. Jesus has been born.

The moment of stillness ends. The birth over, the world starts up again – and, as it does, controversy begins to churn. It is at this moment that the gospel takes an unexpected turn. Because, for reasons that are not entirely clear, another woman, named Salome (no relation to the better-known Salome in the Bible, though she shares with her a certain insubordinate air), turns up at the mouth of the cave. The midwife, running outside after the birth, tells Salome, in great excitement, ‘I have a new sight to tell you about; a virgin has brought forth.’ Salome, not unreasonably, expresses a certain scepticism at this idea. ‘As the Lord my God lives,’ she says, ‘unless I thrust in my finger, and search for the parts, I will not believe that a virgin has brought forth.’

The midwife, not entirely to her credit, rises to the challenge. Get ready, she briskly tells Mary, ‘for there is no small contention concerning you.’ Salome enters the cave, and then, without a moment’s pause – or, indeed, permission – puts her finger into Mary’s vagina. Quite what Mary’s feelings are on this unexpected move are unrecorded, but the response of her vagina is unambiguous, for Salome’s hand is suddenly burned off. Salome is appalled. ‘Woe unto my iniquity and mine unbelief,’ she laments, ‘because I have tempted the living God, and lo, my hand falleth away from me in fire.’

-- Catherine Nixey, Heresy

[randomvarious]

Today's compilation:

Teknoir 1999 Rhythmic Noise / Experimental / Industrial / IDM

Oh boy! Here's a late 90s double-disc sampler from German label Hymen Records, whose name, yes, of course, is making reference to a part of the vagina! Founded in 1997 as a sub-label of Ant-Zen, Hymen bills itself as 'technoid noises for collapsing people,' which is a description that will make a whole lot more sense to you if you actually listen to this album.

Now, I didn't like most of what's served up on this thing; I'm not really a noisenik or a rhythmic noisenik, and I don't go for much in the way of industrial music, either. BUT, at the points when this album steers a little bit away from German avantgardist weirdness, and more towards genres that are a tad more conventional like IDM and breakbeat-based stuff, that's when I fully latch on to a solid handful of these tracks 😋.

But before we dive into all of that, we also need to address a certain elephant in the room when it comes to industrial music writ large; and that elephant is fascism. Now, I am certainly no fan of this purely rotten political ideology, but there is no doubt that because industrial music has a hard, abrasive, and martial quality to it, that it can definitely attract a certain goose-stepping type. And being that we're talking about Germany specifically here—where fascism once again appears to be rearing its very ugly head, as the once-fringe AfD party continues to gain seats in the Bundestag (German parliament), and vocal criticism of an apartheid state that is pretty clearly currently committing genocide is forcefully stifled—you have to wonder, are the people who are making this music sympathetic to fascism themselves?

And the answer to that question would appear to be a pretty full-throated "no," as evidenced by a wild track from Substanz T called "Industrial Music for Industrial People (Live)." On this tune, Substanz T loop up a quote from a guy who passionately says, "and if you don't like fascism, don't play industrial music." And so, taking clever heed of those words, with this track on an album that's surrounded by a whole lot of industrial music otherwise, Substanz T decide to play a diabolical brand of hardcore acid jungle instead, so as to say, "yeah, we're not fascists, man, so we're not gonna play industrial music for your ass. Here's this dance genre that a whole lot of black people have played a significant role in building instead, you fuckin' prick! 🖕🤘"

Gotta love it!

But while I certainly dig the messaging of that song itself, I don't think that that one is my absolute favorite here. And to be honest with you all, I don't know which of these is actually my favorite, because the front half of the second disc offers up a bunch of terrific choices, like the chilly and dub-brained IDM of Architect's "Pastgate," the sublimely splattery and drill n' bassy "Listen to the Call" by Beefcake, the Goldilocks-level-of-Gary-Numanesque-synths-crossed-with-bludgeoning-percussion that is Somatic Responses' "Oblique," and the sort of 80s retrofuturistic distorted nu-electro of Klangstabil's "Regelkreisauslöser." All seriously uniquely brilliant electronic tunes!

And this leads me to my final point, which feels like maybe the ten millionth time that I'm making it: No matter how bad or unfit to your own personal taste an album might seem, don't dump out of it until it's over, because you really might miss out on something remarkable. I say this so many times because it's happened to me so many times. Outside of that anti-fash Substanz T song, the first disc on this comp really did not end up bearing much fruit, and as a result, I *really* was not looking forward to having to endure the second disc. But had I decided to call it quits at that halfway point, I would've missed pretty much the entire cream of this release's crop, and that simply would've sucked, because there actually happen to be a whole bunch of unexpected marvels on that second disc! 🤩

Highlights:

CD1:

Not Breathing - "Kissy (Pre M.R.I. Mix)" Substanz T - "Industrial Music for Industrial People (Live)"

CD2:

Architect - "Pastgate" Bochumwelt - "La Pensée" Beefcake - "Listen to the Call" Somatic Responses - "Olblique" Klangstabil - "Regelkreisauslöser" Mother Destruction - "Odr"

[todaysdocument]

Hymen L. Lipman’s Combination of Lead-Pencil and Eraser, patented March 30, 1858. 

Record Group 241: Records of the Patent and Trademark Office

Series: Selected Patent Files

Image description: Drawing of a pencil, sharpened on both ends. The cross-section shows that about three-quarters of the pencil has lead (probably actually graphite) in the middle, and the remainder of the pencil is filled with eraser material. 

[ragdaughter]

You a virgin? If no how'd you lose it?

hmmm let's see... i played with older guys online forever and probably broke my hymen with a curling iron first before anyone else tbh! i had my first time back when omegle was still a thing

i lost my virginity when i was just a tween~ to an older boy after school. he invited me back to his house while his parents weren't home. we held hands and walked together alongside his friends (they definitely all knew he was going to fuck me... not sure if they ever got to see the video). we had to sneak past his two little sisters and grandma once we got to his place. i was so nervous. about getting caught. about making noise. i got down on my knees to suck his cock and then when he got hard enough he pushed me onto the floor and railed my ass doggy style. he was so hard and recording the whole thing on this phone that he didn't always use. he made me hold his littlest sister's stuffed animals

this is a weird description but it didn't even feel like we were rly having sex, it just felt like he was using me like a toy. seeing how deep his dick could go and how much he could make me stretch. it wasn't even to make himself cum. our sex lasted for hours.... i literally started with anal and used my own drool as lube!!!! can you believe that? i took it like a pro too, not to brag. i was so horny that it didn't even hurt that badly... plus i think i was way stretchier at that age LOL just being honest!! 😅 then he took me into his bedroom to fuck me some more. we didn't use any condoms and he really enjoyed cumming in my ass. it was that day i learned that cum didn't just disappear after going inside you. that stuff actually has to drip back out lol. it stayed in me all night long because the next day i remember it pouring out of me in the most embarrassing way next to my mom (she had no idea but im sure i looked awkward)

he showed me videos of asa akira to pose like her and showed me what hentai he wanted me to moan like beforehand. He trained me and gave me ass to mouth after piledriving me on the floor. i remember carpet burns on my knees and getting soaked to our size difference. i remember listening to his favorite songs while he fingered me. they were the kind of songs you'd hatefuck and break a bitch to. i am so fucking wet just talking about this now uggghhh.. almost as wet as the time i flew out to LA to service this dom and his friends in little Tokyo (he invited me to be his party favor when i turned 18)...

thank you lovely anon for sending me this curious ask! i hope you enjoy reading my confession 💖 i enjoyed myself while sharing 💞

[artthatgivesmefeelings]

Sir Joshua Reynolds (English, 1723 - 1792) Lady Elizabeth Keppel, 1761

Full length, decorating Term of Hymen; in bridesmaids dress of flowered satin; a Black attendant holds flower wreath; at foot of column is a burning censer; curtain draped over tree. 2nd state of 5: on upper step of pedestal 4 Latin lines.

Reynolds’s “sitter-book” records eight appointments with Lady Keppel (1739–1768). The woman who accompanies her had two independent morning sittings in December 1761 (both after Keppel had been painted). We do not know her name, in place of which Reynolds entered a single word—“negro”—in his notebook. This terse archival trace confirms that she, like Lady Keppel, was painted from life. She is shown handing Keppel a garland of flowers with which to deck a statue of Hymen, the god of marriage. This detail alludes to Keppel’s recent role as a bridesmaid at the wedding of George III and Queen Charlotte. The dress worn by the servant may either be of glazed cotton, British silk, or possibly painted Chinese silk. If the woman was indeed Keppel’s servant, her dress may be a hand-me-down from her mistress, as was common in this period. The portrait (now at Woburn Abbey, UK) was exhibited at the Society of Artists as Whole length of a lady, one of her majesty’s bride maids. It was paid for by Lady Keppel’s brother, the third Earl of Albemarle (1724–1772). In 1762, shortly after the painting was finished, he would command British forces at the Battle of Havana, which resulted in Spain’s surrender of Cuba. This key victory of the Seven Years’ War reshaped the balance of power in the Atlantic. Gallery label for Figures of Empire: Slavery and Portraiture in Eighteenth-Century Atlantic Britain (Yale Center for British Art, 2014-10-02 - 2014-12-14).

[gutterslimed]

they come for MEAT SANDWICH!

GWAR - meat sandwich [3/3]

[tlaquetzqui]

So apparently the actual authentic tradition of the Church, as recorded in Aquinas, is that being raped during a persecution not only does not rule out a person (such as St. Lucy, who was confined in a brothel and suffered violations there) being a virgin martyr, but actually confirms them as one since the rape is one of the torments they endure rather than recant Christianity. (This of course applies to other rapes too, but “vowed virginity and refused a suitor, was denounced as a Christian” is a whole category of early martyr so that’s the context theologians traditionally discuss it in.)

As Augustine also says, virginity is only a virtue in the soul, not in the body: good things in the body are just health and wellbeing, not virtues. His particular image is useful, namely, “If a midwife, ascertaining a girl’s hymen [as was sometimes done with Roman maidens before their marriages], damages it through malice or clumsiness, is anyone really such a fool as to say the poor girl is no longer a virgin in any way that matters? Or if a nun decides to betray her oath to God and lie with a lover, does anyone really think that, once she has decided to break her vow, she is really still a holy virgin till the actual moment of copulation?”

This needs to be preached much more consistently: the virginity of the holy martyrs is preserved not by miracles preventing them being violated, as in many traditional, mythologized accounts (influenced by pagan Roman assumptions about “purity”), but in the fact that the violation does not matter to their virginity (nor to the faithfulness of married people who are raped). Yes even if it’s coercion or threats, “forced consent”, rather than being physically overpowered—Lucretia, the very type of the innocent rape victim to Roman culture, was threatened by Sextus Tarquinius, not physically subdued.

[libidomechanica]

“Where none likewise her face: now I have remembering love”

Hark! Ah, Gossip dear, of which keepe, may poured out of     state, and low, called me half-blind: I stood, before the large excitement of expect you. How     the prince, trampled year, I felt as also

crown older, dismantle head, and deface turn’d     her dream of your ain sweet, some recorded, apt at arms; but such wealth bring in hand, turning     to see it goes blacke inough in belts

of the king his throne, and her end! Though that which     attire creeps rustling so long breeze that propitious succession by the sun upon the     silken court itself, and lives and think

of haggard seemes a year when I feel, fair the     must I understand? On such delight, then comes and to bear: I lay on the faem, thy vassal     blest; whose enchantments of the Weirdlaw

Hill, Last little with me, my dear. Which of the     like smoke go up the retreat deep in the tubes and triple-arch’d the longingly I looked     up in her hollow locks for it and

wing’d St. Where none likewise her face: now I have     remembering love. A clown, and eventually though our home, my brother locks for the gates, and     sweet more bright? And built a license and

her soiled, unmixed to clyme, and the days, called Marriage?     They were clear the serious thine, that all this once, you surety foremost fervently,     and there we hurried men; for Hymen,

Hymen Hymen io Hymen io Hymen     freedom broad Hellespont! Flames with him, soft ringlets I display, a plenteous battled die.     Shade, I find greatest rival brings friends.

Fair breath of air, to which the Phoebus, father. Because     he never had my daughter: for here. Am I mad, that man I do not to my     threshold, my loue doth lips of this year

to the West. Who chucks it all the cove will be the     best, simply using there the huge trees were made, the bride and all your price if you will I     take the languish’d, they made them say more.

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Maxime De Bollivier – No Rules For Monster (Album – Digital/Vinyl – Hymen Records)

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Shouji Sakurai Mix 20240422

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=oIwHAX8PlI8 01 Le Moderniste / End it all 00:00 https://moderntinnitustheory.bandcamp.com/album/lac-phale

02 Crime Die / Square & α Wave (FLUX Musical Art) 1 03:50 https://fluxmusicalart.bandcamp.com/album/connections-part-ii

03 Converter / Dream Converter (Hymen) 10:15 https://hymen-records.bandcamp.com/album/coma

04 Moment of Terror / Kingdom Of Heaven (N.I.M Tapes) 13:34 https://nim-tapes.bandcamp.com/album/unification-of-harsh-realities-vol-2

05 Stave / Black Hills (Standards & Practices) 16:24 https://stanprac.bandcamp.com/album/black-hills

06 Radial / Exercise 2 (Go Hiyama remix) (Radial Records) 18:31 https://radialrecs.bandcamp.com/album/partch-exercises-remixed

07 Kay Mascara / October 8 (PUBLIC SEX REGIME) 23:08 https://publicsexregime.bandcamp.com/album/final-selection

08 Gutenberg / Class Action -Luke Slater Cover- 26:19 https://soundcloud.com/gutenbergks/class-action-luke-slater-cover

09 Gamlaskatten / Prototype (audiophob) 29:15 https://audiophob.bandcamp.com/album/voltage

10 Delectro / Lies (Bombtrap-Records) 33:10 https://bombtrap-records.bandcamp.com/album/bombtrap-16-2

11 Junji Ono a.k.a NOISECONCRETE / Winter (Crime Die Remix) (faktoria) 36:58 https://faktoria.bandcamp.com/album/late-night-techno

12 Distortion six / Sane 40:55 https://distortionsix.bandcamp.com/album/torquetur

13 Gutenberg / Unrelease Track 43:33

14 Jenn Vix - Dirk Ivens / fuck, rinse, repeat (ant-zen) 47:07

15 Radial / Analog Supplies (Mord) 50:47

16 Gutenberg / Bad Boy -The Advent Cover- 52:38

17 Fireground / Scirocco (Tresor) 57:51

18 Balrog / Control the Night (Instruments Of Discipline) 1:01:35

19 hyDrone / …Rest (Le Petit Machiniste) 1:04:54

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Michael Feuerstack — Eternity Mongers (Forward Music Group)

Photo by Anneke Hymen

Michael Feuerstack’s songs have a warm, burnished glow. His music sticks to the time-tested accoutrements of indie pop—acoustic guitars, shuffling drums, thready little melodies bolstered by lush female harmonies, occasional bursts of saxophone—but infuses them with depth and resonance. The words are simple but cleverly arranged, a workingman’s poetry delivered in a weathered tenor, but slyly subverting expectations. The best comparison, maybe, is David Bazan, whose songs feel plainly made and straightforward but reveal sharp insight and, sometimes, hidden cosmologies.

Feuerstack was one of two singer-songwriter-guitarists in Wooden Stars (along with Julien Beillard), a quirky, sometimes even mathy Montrealean indie pop band best known for its work with Julie Doiron. This solo record runs far more placidly, at least on the surface, than the Wooden Stars’ debut, The Very Same, though there are pockets of eccentricity even within these well-polished grooves.  You just have to look for them.

Indeed, Eternity Mongers’ best trick is lulling you into thinking you’re hearing garden variety indie pop, then pulling you up short. “You’re Mind’s Made Up,” an early single, proceeds with the easiest kind of flow, winding down warm currents of sax and massed vocals like an inner tube-ist on the first hot day. And yet, even here, amid the gentle contours of a song about spring coming and love ending, some existential posers rear their heads. “Am I getting through to you/If I pretend you’re someone else?” asks Feuerstack, and all of the sudden things don’t seem as clear and easy as before.

“Big Sails” likewise slouches deep in the pocket, its verse propped up by the bump of bass, the vibrato trill of organ but just barely; it seems always on the verge of drifting off into a nap. But listen to the way the guitar solo cuts right through it, or how the chorus opens up into an epic resolution. “I’ve got no particular place to go/Floating points in the distance glow/my passage is uneventful/I want to go where the big sails go,” and abruptly the song is no longer about staring off at the ocean, but instead about life and purpose and mortality.

The arrangements are integral to the way these songs pop, with Feuerstack himself singing, playing guitar and synths and occasionally weaving in some pedal steel. His core band—Michael Belyea on kit and other percussion, Kyle Cunjak playing bass and organ—grounds these melodies in an unhurried, unshowy well, while not one but two woodwind-ists blow in on saxophone, flute and clarinet.

Yet even so, the songs feel spare and unfettered, as on “Disenchanted” where the thump of drums, the nod of bass, the eerie flare of organ enhance, rather than dilute, an essential stillness. “You try to get a leg up, mind your inner child” sings Feuerstack, as a woman’s voice wafts up and around him. “You punch the clock and do your time/but the corridor goes on for miles.” It sounds exhausting, dispiriting, discouraging, but the song lifts up into transcendence and it’s hardly sad at all.

Jennifer Kelly