#jefferson friedman

[ruumiinlaulaja]

I adore Stolas' theme music, which can be heard quite a few times throughout the show. And obviously I love the song based on his theme (I always love it when the angsty twink bird is singing).

I love the different variants of the theme too. Among my favourites is the scene in Truth Seekers where Stolas makes his badass horror movie appearance, and an epic variant of his theme can be heard.

This show is such A+ 10/10 quality when it comes to music.

[16strings]

Jefferson Friedman: String Quartet no. 3 performed by the Chiara String Quartet

[onenakedfarmer]

Currently Playing

John Corigliano STRING QUARTET SNAPSHOT: CIRCA 1909 A BLACK NOVEMBER TURKEY

Jefferson Friedman STRING QUARTET NO. 2

Corigliano Quartet

[autisticmiqote]

doing a reading for class going damn okay. those capitalists arent gonna fuck you though.

[inevitably-johnlocked]

"What's between you and I

Just a comfortable lie

I'm the fool who believes

When you look in my eyes~" -lyrics from Stolas Sings

Whenever I hear these lyrics, Johnlock comes to mind ._. for some reason. (*coughs*pinning Sherlock*coughs*)

[Intro] Owl in a cage You show your age Your sweetness has run foul Without a change You're lost, exhausted By your time On stage Then you walked in my room And like sparks in the dark Life was suddenly thrilling and new What’s between you and I Just a comfortable lie I’m the fool who believes when You look in my eyes Prince, all alone Upon your throne Your power is so frail You raise your voice You have no choice Inside your gilded jail [Outro] (Lyrics from Smule)

Hey Nonny!

Ahh, I love these lyrics for them for sure! Thank you so much for adding this one to the playlist, love it!

🎶 LISTEN TO THE JOHNLOCK PLAYLIST ON [SPOTIFY] & [YOUTUBE] 🎶

[chaifootsteps]

stans comparing HH and SU songs is so embarrassing. Despite my issues with both shows I still like them but SU has way better songs/bg music than HH. Rebecca is an amazing composer (I’ll ever forgive or forget viv trash talking Rebecca’s songwriting. It was on an old stream but she gave sugar shit for writing music with ukeleles especially musicals but honestly just sounded like she was seething hard) “everything stay” “love like you” and “I remember you” “giant woman” the speak for themselves. Another thing about SU is it had amazing soundtrack with instrumentals, it had tone/atmosphere. It made the world of Steven have a vibe and could set the tone and tell a story with music alone.

Also I know goose and Evan did the score for HH but honestly nothing stood out which is weird because digital circus has a great soundtrack it has those old rpg Nintendo game sound which is such a vibe and again makes digital world unknown but theres more things out there we want to know. “You’re new home” is so fucking good. monkey wrench also has a great soundtrack that’s really highlighted in episode 3, it sets a sombre, melancholic tone throughout the episode and it’s a pretty damn heartbreaking episode.

With HH its not really a good score there no tone/mood just a lot of sound effects and the eres no build up or proper setting to musicals. I know songs are good but they feel empty? Cheap? It’s confusing. Either goose and Evan were told to just write whatever while most of the focus and highlights were the songs but bg music can really make a show. HH has none of that. HB has good bg music I hate stolas but his theme “stolas speaks” “robo fizz show” are pretty good and they were made by Jefferson Friedman who does the music for the Harley Quinn show. Score just set ups tone in a narrative story telling way that better than just having characters singing, but that’s just me. Respectless is pretty good even if the lyrics are really annoying, I think people stopped saying hashtag and swipe left a long time ago, just makes velvet sound like a boomer

Viv can seethe all she likes, nothing she's ever written is ever matching Rebecca Sugar's songwriting for craft, storytelling, and sheer heart.

[dreaming-through-lines]

⊱ ─ CLIO’S FANART

" Prince, all alone Upon your throne Your power is so frail You raise your voice You have no choice Inside your gilded jail "

> Owl in a Cage, Sam Haft and Jefferson Friedman

[the-pherenike]

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[dieletztepanzerhexe]

Sculpture to Be Seen From Mars, 1947

A ten-mile-long earthwork depicting an abstract human face, Noguchi’s Sculpture to Be Seen From Mars was, as the artist himself once put it, “a requiem for all of us who live with the atomic bomb” and alternatively “a flight of the imagination.” Prompted by the World War II atomic bombings of Hiroshima and Nagasaki, which horrified Noguchi—“he often spoke of his fear of atomic annihilation,” Hayden Herrera writes in Listening to Stone—he began thinking about end-of-mankind scenarios. “It was in 1945, wasn’t it, when we dropped the atomic bomb?” Noguchi once reflected. “All of us were concerned about our place on earth, and that it might be rather precarious.”

For Noguchi, the monumental work was intended to be “an eternal reminder to the rest of the solar system that the planet earth, seemingly bent on self-destruction, once had its civilizations,” writes Friedman in the Imaginary Landscapes catalogue, hailing it as the artist’s “most impressive memorial to the futility of war.” The work, as Friedman points out, was also Noguchi’s way of showing his respect and reverence for ancient and indigenous monumental forms, such as the pre-Columbian geometric earthworks in the Andes. “‘Earth sculpture’ is nothing new,” Noguchi said. “It’s just a new name for an old thing.”

The earthwork also connected to Noguchi’s ongoing interest in outer space and the cosmos. When the art critic Lucy Lippard asked Noguchi to use a photograph of the project in her 1983 book Overlay, paralleling contemporary art with prehistoric sites and symbols, Noguchi replied, “I recently saw a reproduction of a face which was found in the landscape of Mars taken by the Viking Satellite. I think it would be very appropriate to show this version along with mine. I have written to the Mars Research Laboratory asking for this image and will send it to you if you are interested.” The connection of rocks across the universe was not lost on the artist. “Ultimately,” Noguchi told Calvin Tomkins in The New Yorker in 1980, “I like to think that when you get to the furthest point of technology, when you get to outer space, what do you find to bring back? Rocks!”

An incredibly moving, visionary concept that, as Friedman notes, in many ways preceded the land art and conceptual art movements that would emerge and flourish in the second half of the twentieth century, Noguchi’s memorial to mankind was intended for “some desert, some unwanted area.” It was, as the artist put it, “a sculpture just to be seen from the air so that, when you come to a landing, you will see the sculpture there.” That Noguchi was concurrently working on the Jefferson National Expansion Memorial suggests he was balancing both a belief in America’s future technological prospects and an acknowledgment of the bleak potential for mankind to destroy the planet and itself. Sculpture to Be Seen From Mars is today only memorialized in a single photograph of a model Noguchi had formed out of sand.

[edelweissbarnes]

Utter Devotion

DemonPrinceStolas x f!reader

Tw: (gentle)dom vibes, praise kink, heavy smut, shapeshifting, choking kink

It's a long one folks... I just want to try something new...

You took a deep breath before knocking at the great prince rooms' door.

"Come in" you heard his voice saying and with a compose move you make you entry with a tray in your hands.

"Your evening tea, your majesty" you murmur with a soft tone, directing yourself at the low table near the sofa, where the prince is laying.

With a measured gesture you place the tray on the table and perform a small bow.

'mmm..." he sniffs the light aroma from the teapot, closing lighty his glowing ruby eyes "chamomile and lemon balm...my favourite blend..oh y/n dear...thank you...you are always so attentive...my best student" he praises you before sitting down. The feathers on his face are ruffled, as if he is stressed by too many thoughts.

"You look tired my lord...can I do something for you?"you murmur with hesitation in your tone. You're a mere human on the Ars Goetia infernal court, you were chosen for your particular interests in herbs, poisonous plants and stars, sciences under the dominion of the great prince of hell before you.

At your question, the owl demon turns its head towards you, intrigued.

"Any ideas on how to lighten a head full of thoughts, little one?" he murmurs in his calm voice, his tone gentle. Since your arrival at the infernal court, you have been the most curious and capable student in the last 500 years of the great prince's life. Your pleasant appearance was also an added bonus when choosing to confirm your permanent presence at the court.

"You taught me, my lord, that when your head flies too high that is when you must keep your feet firmly planted on the ground," you reply as a small, shy smile adorns your lips.

The prince's ruby eyes watch you, a nod of the head is the only gesture that intimates you to continue.

Nodding you move to the cabinet where you know the prince keeps the ingredients for his herbal lessons, with a confident hand you open the doors and grab a couple of small bottles, a small bowl and a dark jar.

You feel his gaze burning on your back as you mix the carrier oil together with the scented extracts in the small bowl with a steady hand.

Once finished, you turn and approach the prince, kneeling gracefully at his feet, letting the crimson dress you wear surround you,like an ethereal blood halo.

"May I touch you, my lord?" You ask in a whisper.

His gaze has never left you, even now that he has clearly understood what your intentions are.

He chuckles, a soft sound reverberating inside your ribcage, slowly sliding downwards, towards your core, like honey.

"Oh little one...maybe you'll find it easier with this look..." he murmurs, lowering the volume of his voice before changing his appearance to the one he usually uses in the mortal world, the one you first met him with.

His dark hair is pulled back, his alabaster skin stands out, pale as if kissed by the moon while his eyes, icy blue with the irises circled in red, betray his demonic nature.

"Go on..." he whispers with a small smile on his lips while he took off the lace tie he wears around his neck, then unbuttoning the first buttons of his shirt.

At that vision you blush as a wave of arousal pools in your core, causing you to lightly clench your thighs. Carefully you let your hands grasp the silky fabric of his long socks, sliding them down his calves, one leg at a time, until they are bare. Once uncovered, you dip your fingers into the small bowl of oil and perfumed essences, before gently rubbing your hands together, warming the oil before touching his pale skin. You let your fingers press gently but firmly, sliding down from calf to ankle, several times, earning faint moans of relief from the prince, who now leans his head back against the sofa.

You can't help but find it extremely sexy.

"I hope this pleases you, your majesty," you whisper, continuing the massage. You then move from the ankle to the sole of the foot, first caressing the sole entirely with the palm of your hand, then letting your thumb trace a path down its centre from the heel to below the toes.

You see him arches his back and pushing his head back while a low growl escapes his gracious plump lips.

Suddenly he compose himself and his hand grips your chin, obliging you to come closer to him and watch him in the eyes.

"surely you have your ways, little one..." he whispers while his lips graze yours. His smell of rosemary, juniper and amber fills your nostrils and it intertwines with your desire, leaving you dizzy.

"Having you like this, between my legs... in your devious crimson dress... wondering if this pleases me...' he whispers against your jaw. His other hand grabs your wrist bringing your hand to his clothed crotch. You feel how hard he is and you close your eyes, uttering a soft whimper as you surrender yourself completely to him.

"Is my aswer clear enough?..." he asks, his voice deep and devouring.

You let out another soft whimper and you rub meekly his clothed manhood with your fingers.

"May...may I worship you my Lord?" You ask him, pure devotion in your tone.

"So meek and eager to please your master.... such a good girl you are, little one...' he muses as his hand descends on your throat squeezing lightly, slowing your breathing, without any opposition from you. The idea of your complete surrender, of your absolute devotion, ignites the spark of his lust.

"You'll be a pleasurable diversion...but not here..."he murmurs before snapping his fingers and taking you both to his bedroom, he sitting on his bed and you still between his legs.

"Your dress is lovely but I think it would look better on my bedroom floor" he purrs, his hand leaving your throat.

With an elegant move you stand and turn, giving him your back before shoving your long hair to your left shoulder so you can open your dress and let it flow from your body to the floor, revealing a tight laced crimson and black corset and a pair of long black stocking laced with black silk ribbons.

You turn calmly, feeling him exhales abruptly when he notices your bare sex.

"Your every wish is my command, my lord..." you whisper waiting for him to asking you what he want.

"Come here..." he murmurs signalling with his hand to come closer.

You come closer and kneel gracefully in front of him again. This time his hand cups your face and you feel a thin metal collar around your neck before his lips crash on yours. His tongue pushes lightly against your lips gaining entrance into your mouth. You moan into his mouth and without thinking about it your hands go to his thighs, tightening your grip as he devours you without hesitation. He groans in response of your touch and suddenly he broke the kiss, his eyes glowing darkly.

"Take me in this pretty mouth of yours..." he growls.

You let your hands slide up his thighs, until you reach the flap of his trousers, unbuttoning it and releasing his huge erection. You gasp and a shiver runs down your spine.

"Don't worry, little one... I know you can do it," he whispers reassuringly.

You bend down and let your tongue lick the tip and the crown, tasting his flavour. At that contact you feel a flush of heat emanating from his chest and a low growl, as if he wants to spur you on. You then open your mouth as wide as you can, welcoming his member and hollowing your cheeks to suck him as best you can. Your tongue encircles him, teasing the most sensitive and exposed spots. He moans while his hand caress your hair.

"You are taking me so well..." he praises you, panting.

You let him go deeper, touching the back of your throat with the tip of his cock and at his praise you clench your tights trying to control your arousal.

He moans loudly before tightening his grip on your hair as he leaves your mouth, leaning you back so that your mouth is exposed to him.

"Oh Y/n you're making me so proud...i think you may need a reward..." he whispers darkly with a mischievous smirk, his thumb grazing your lower lip. Slowly he encourages you to lay on the bed and he cups your sex and he let his long digits taste your heat.

"I'm going to fuck this little, sexy, needy" he pauses and hums at the obscene squelcing sound of his fingers on your arousal "cunt of yours into oblivion..."he whispers against your ear while you can't stop moaning from his ministration. His fingers are touching one of your most sensitive spots inside you while the other is circling your clit but you stiff as you want to resist the urge of your body to release.

"Don't resist my dear Y/n...you know, when someone grant me the kind of devotion you have for me, it pleases me over everything else to see them thriving in pleasure...and that's exactly what i expect from you tonight...I want to see you come as many times as your heart desires, screaming my name while every fiber of your body tremble in pure ecstasy" he murmurs softly forcing his fingers to claim your orgasm with expert gestures. The sensation of the orgasm coiling into your belly is becoming unbearable and you let go every resistence.

"There you go...now, scream my name...I want everyone in the palace know your pleasure is mine..." he whispers slyly coaxing the orgasm from your body.

"STOLAS!" You scream, closing you eyes and clutching the silken dark sheets in your hands as your body trembles.

"You're beautiful when you come my dear...as expected..." he murmurs, adoration in his voice. He brings his fingers, dripping with your juices, to his mouth, licking and sucking like it was a delicatesse " but your taste is far more sweeter than I imagined..." he whispers subtly before leaning between your legs.

His hands grips your thighs, gently scratching the delicate skin, leaving you open to his mouth to devour you as he pleases. He blows on your overstimulated clit, making you shudder with relief, but shortly afterwards you feel his tongue teasing your folds. You instinctively want to clench your thighs to resist that indulgent stimulation but his firm grip prevents you from resisting, leaving you no choice but to enjoy yourself to the full.

You arch your back and you feel his lips sucking hardly your clit, you moan loudly, thrusting your hips into his mouth and instinctively you bring a hand to his hair, tightening your grip as he devours you.

"Yes...yes, little one....be consumed by the pleasure I can give you...let it go and let your instincts rule you..." he huffs against your swollen sex. His eyes glow red, delighted, as he watches you give in to pleasure again.

"My lord...I'm...I'm cumiiiing..." you whimper and you feel his grip on your thighs tighten, bringing you even closer to his mouth to let him drown in your release.

He licks your dripping cunt voraciously, caressing the exposed skin of your thighs, which he now brings closer to his face. He moans under his breath, moving his lips over the thin sensitive skin close to your heat, sucking slowly before planting his sharp teeth into your soft flesh, marking you until your blood mixes with the sweet taste of your pleasure. He then proceeds with small kisses to the hem of one of your stockings and with an elegant gesture unties the silk bow holding it up, then lets his fingers, followed by his mouth, slide down your leg, to your ankle, freeing you from the garment, then doing the same with the other stocking.

You feel the blood boil in your veins along with a desire you have never felt before.

He sheds the elegant white shirt he is wearing, leaving you to admire the lean physique of his human form. A small tuft of light-coloured hair overshadows his chest and further down, below his navel, a darker stripe points the sinful way to his erect cock. You gasp at the vision and he chuckles darkly.

"What do you want, my dear Y/n?" He asks slyly while he start to grind his erection between your wet folds. Your legs are resting against his chest. His hand caress the brocade fabric of your corset and he let his finger slide mischievously in the space between your boobs then grabbing the hem of the corset to assert his dominance.

"You, my lord...I want you..." you breathe shamelessly.

"Use my name little one...I crave the sweet and adoring way you can say it..." he whispers before snapping his fingers and get rid of your corset, having you completely naked under him as he thrusts inside you.

"FUCK!" you murmur breathless, your eyes widening at his sudden intrusion. A shiver of pleasure runs down your spine.

"Language" he scolds you by hitting your exposed clit with a light slap but stopping his movement inside you to give you time to stretch and get used to his size.

"I'm sorry..." you whimper meekly, a couple of tears forming at the edge of your eyes like it's too much to bare.

" if you won't say my name willingly...I'll have to coax it from your sweet and tempting lips my dear Y/n..." he says with a devilish smile on his face as he starts to move inside you. His arm tightens your legs against his chest so that he can reach deep inside you, drawing a hoarse moan from your lips. He teases your sensitive spots but as soon as he notices your approaching orgasm, he slows down, inflaming your desire for release.

"Stolas...please..." you beg him.

"What do you want little one?" He answers you, resuming his torture of excitement and denial.

"Please...please...make me cum...Stolas I beg you..." you murmur your plea with a broken voice.

"As you beg me so kindly, my dear....I cannot not oblige gladly your request" he reply with a grin as he thrusts deeply and finally you feel the wave of the orgasm coiling into your belly and washes over you. You repeat his name like a prayer as you ride your high, shuddering. Hard spasms let your walls clench around his cock. He groans, grabbing your tights as he moves at an erratic pace searching for his release.

"Please Stolas...mark me with your seed..." you beg candidly.

Your words and your blissful expression are his demise: with a low growl he tighten the grip on your tights, leaving on your pale skin bruises, and he came, roughly and copiously.

Panting, he leans slightly towards your face.

"Oh little one...I'm going to have so much fun with you..." he whispers with a devilish smile on his lips as his eyes glow bleakly

[casterhex]

drop a playlist pleeeeeaaase i need music to get into

just for you ill grab a few of songs ive enjoyed recently & share them right here

get up and go – teen idles

blackout – S.O.A.

liars beware – richard hell and the voidoids

leidenschaft – ZWE1HÄNDER

the ballad of you & me & pooneil – jefferson airplane

ariel – dean friedman

and pretty much the entire "dissent" album by christ vs warhol

[smolcinnamonchipmunk]

The music doesn't quite reach all the way until the end, but I didn't feel like fiddling with the file anymore than I had to

(Stolas Speaks - Jefferson Friedman (Chroma9 Waltz Rendition)

Romantic Battle - Yuki Kajiura)

[bloody-gravez]

Nothing like listening to these on loop on the way to school bc ur sad!!

[beardedmrbean]

Lizzo has lodged her first legal response to the lawsuit brought by three of her former dancers.

In August they claimed they had been subjected to sexual harassment and a hostile work environment while on tour with the US singer, which she denies.

The star and her Big Grrrl Big Touring company are requesting that the court dismiss the case with prejudice, meaning that it cannot be refiled.

If they do not, the dancers are requesting a jury trial.

What are the claims?

Arianna Davis, Crystal Williams and Noelle Rodriguez accused Lizzo - real name Melissa Jefferson - and her touring company of several allegations in the original complaint filed in a Los Angeles court.

These include claims that Lizzo pressured them to attend a sex show in Amsterdam and interact with the nude performers, and that dance team captain Shirlene Quigley repeatedly engaged in behaviour that made them feel uncomfortable.

They also accuse Lizzo of fat shaming, saying the Brit Award and Grammy-winner "called attention" to a dancer's weight gain following a performance; and that employees of the touring company singled out black dancers by accusing them of "being lazy, unprofessional and having bad attitudes".

It is also claimed that Lizzo denied dancers bathroom breaks during an "excruciating re-audition".

In the immediate aftermath of the claims, Lizzo took to social media allegations to say they were as "unbelievable as they sound and too outrageous to not be addressed."

She added that "sensationalised stories" were "coming from former employees who have already publicly admitted they were told their behaviour on tour was inappropriate and unprofessional", something the dancers deny.

Lizzo's dance team Big Grrrls later released a statement in support of the singer, saying they "had the time of our lives" on tour.

What are Lizzo's lawyers now saying?

Now, in a 31-point rebuttal, lodged on Wednesday, Lizzo's legal team said:

The dancers who filed the complaint "ratified, acquiesced, condoned, and/or approved of the acts" they were now complaining about.

Lizzo's alleged conduct "was undertaken in good faith and with good cause" and "undertaken for legitimate reasons reasonably related to one or more lawful business purposes".

If the dancers were harmed as alleged, they "contributed, in whole or in part," to that harm.

The dancers' claims relate to Lizzo's rights of free speech and/or religion and are therefore barred.

The dancers claims of discrimination or retaliation should be barred because any employment decisions were made "for legitimate, non-discriminatory, non-pretextual reasons", and that Lizzo and the other defendants "acted out of business necessity".

The dancers "have failed to plead and cannot establish facts sufficient to support allegations of malice, oppression or fraud".

Lizzo's spokesperson, Stefan Friedman, said in a statement that this was "the first step" of a legal process in which the star and her team "will demonstrate that they have always practised what they've preached - whether it comes to promoting body positivity, leading a safe and supportive workplace or protecting individuals from any kind of harassment."

He continued: "Any and all claims to the contrary are ridiculous, and we look forward to proving so in a court of law."

In response, the dancers' lawyer, Neama Rahmani said Lizzo's team's answer "merely consists of boilerplate objections that have nothing to do with the case".

"That said, the key takeaway is that Lizzo is agreeing to our clients' demand for a jury trial," he added.

"We look forward to presenting our case in court and letting a panel of her peers decide who is telling the truth, Lizzo and her team, who continue to shame the victims or the plaintiffs and so many others who have come forward sharing similar stories of abuse and harassment."

Lizzo sued again over bullying and harassment

Lawyers review further allegations against Lizzo

Lizzo says dancers' harassment claims are 'false'

Lizzo dancer claims others are scared to speak

Earlier this month, Lizzo was sued for the second time this year by a former employee who claimed she oversaw an "unsafe, sexually charged workplace culture".

Fashion designer Asha Daniels accused the star's wardrobe manager of making "racist and fatphobic" comments and mocking black women in the entourage.

Lizzo was named as a defendant in the lawsuit, but was not directly accused of harassment.

A spokesperson for the star called the case an "absurd publicity stunt".

[littlebigfodas]

Arlequinado

Agora, de uma forma bem mais íntima do que o de costume, falando bem para quem me conhece, vou explicar o mais claro possível o motivo de eu gostar tanto da Arlequina. Sim, acho que vale a pena, ainda mais que aqui é um espaço em que me deixo despido de qualquer vergonha.

De forma breve, Arlequina é uma personagem do universo do Batman, cuja existência inicialmente se baseava em ter a aprovação do Coringa, o arqui-inimigo do Homem-Morcego. Ela se apaixonou pelo palhaço quando este era seu paciente no manicômio de Arkham, pois ao seu ver, ele havia se aberto a ela diferentemente de qualquer outra pessoa que ele havia se consultado, e também ela na perspectiva de não ter tido a valorização de alguém no campo romântico antes. A grosso modo, a princesa-palhaça não tinha amor-próprio, tinha uma necessidade enorme de aprovação alheia, e dependia disso para viver. A questão é que nunca houve amor dele para com ela, era apenas mais uma manipulação. Essa constante tortura mental, abusos físicos e psicológicos, a quebraram. Quebraram toda a noção dela da realidade, apenas para ganhar a aprovação do seu pudinzinho.

Ela de fato achava que toda aquela opressão era demonstração de afeto, de alguma forma. Ele a jogava fora, mas quando ele precisasse de algo, bastava apenas uma migalha para que ela voltasse a ele. E, sempre, esperava uma mudança pois o que ela mais queria era ser amada. Não tinha nem uma visão do que era ser completa sem ter um terceiro. E toda essa violência deixou sequelas, tão extremas que são percebidas a olho nu. Remixou a visão dela da realidade, e tudo ficou mais difícil.

Mexo nos meus porta-retratos empoeirados na galeria mental e percebo como os via distorcidos. Aqueles aos quais me submeti um papel de arlequim, de bobo-da-corte, me fizeram ficar ali. Ou melhor, me fizeram acreditar que eu estava ali. Me sequestraram debaixo do meu nariz, para ocupar um papel de bicho de pelúcia para abraçar ao final da noite para que não se sentissem sozinhos. E foda-se se me apertassem demais, eu não estava vivo mesmo, não iria reclamar, né?

E daí vejo a identificação, a lamentável identificação. Porém, hoje, assim como ela, houve uma emancipação. Não dependo do meu “pudinzinho” para viver. Mas, sigo, assim como ela, sozinho e com muitas sequelas. Completo, sim, mas com sequelas. Entender que a essência pura e genuína de alguém aberto ao amor não pode ser apagada por alguns “pudinzinhos” é difícil, confesso. Mas o mais difícil é entender o que é um “pudinzinho” e não ser atraído pra ele.

O gosto no início chega a ser nostálgico, pois ele te fez se sentir vivo. Te tirou da sua zona de conforto, e botou tudo ao limite do precipício. O amor eufórico; o amor bandido, é o que dizem né? Aquilo se tornou o padrão, e quando o corpo e a mente se deparam com algo que não te mantenha em estado de alerta e sobrevivência, é algo “sem graça”.

Já perdi a conta de quantas vezes conheci alguém e disse “ah, ele é um amor mas não sinto aquele ‘fogo’ por ele, sabe?” Ou seja, ele não é um “pudinzinho”. Se ele não me faz refém da situação, não tem emoção. A síndrome de Estocolmo não me deixava ver o quão saudável uma relação poderia ser. Sabe aquelas “borboletas no estômago”? Então, elas são do mal.

Mas a nossa palhacinha também teve uma descoberta: o grande foda-se para o que estavam esperando que ela fosse. “Queriam que eu fosse a menina de ouro? Pois então…”. O quanto isso isso foi libertador; jogar o esperado para o alto; esmagar essas cabeças invisíveis que gritavam o que eu tinha que ser… como foi bom.

E parece que por mais que houvesse uma morte da personalidade do antigo eu, aquilo virou uma festa. E sempre, para cada renascimento, há uma morte. Então o que nos resta é aproveitar. Como ela mesma diz: “let’s put the ‘FUN’ in ‘FUNeral’!”

E, acredite, foi difícil entender esse apreço pela personagem. Foi difícil admitir. Houveram vezes em que eu me negava em admitir que era fã da Arlequina, pois era como admitir o quão invadida minha cabeça era, e o quanto eu era envergonhado por isso. Mas não, hoje o orgulho de estar livre dessas amarras é o que move todas as acrobacias aéreas que enfatizam como encaro cada censo hetero-normativo ridículo e circense.

De fato alguns sequestros aconteceram, me roubaram, mas isso não me define. Eu arlequinei, mas faço valer cada uma das minhas cicatrizes.

[tankthrust-bored]

Him. My favorite gay owl ever. Btw, i've seen the full moon tonight.... 🌕

I love when he 🙃