gothic sideblog. where i put all my little dolls so i don't lose them in the fire.+18. this is a GOTHIC blog in the fullest sense. expect queer, disturbing, 'immoral' and amoral content and discussions.
My mother would be a falconress,
and I her gerfalcon raised at her will,
from her wrist sent flying, as if I were her own
pride, as if her pride
knew no limits, as if her mind
sought in me flight beyond the horizon.
my mother would be a falconress from bending the bow (1968, robert duncan)
when second wave feminists brought the widespread nature of incest and child sex abuse to the light, they located its causes very accurately in the patriarchal family, the social and economic domination of men over women, the dependence and thus vulnerability of children. these critiques which threaten the very foundations of the patriarchal order were quickly swept under the figure of “the pedophile.” it was no longer a deep-seated structural issue inevitable in a society ordered in specific oppressive ways, but a matter of individual pathology. the child molester isn’t your dad or your nice neighbor or your priest or your little league coach, it’s a pedophile: some barely human monster. and if the child molester is your dad, or your nice neighbor, or your priest, or your little league coach, and they can be recognized as such, well, they are transformed as if by magic from those integral parts of the human community into the pedophile as demonic outcast. the feminist systematic critique is neutralized. this is why i hate to see pedophile used to refer to almost anything but someone’s self-expressed sexual fixation on prepubescent children. it is not semantic quibbling or minimizing abuse, but that i think the use of the term pedophile as the ubiquitous framework for understanding csa is the minimization of the depth of the problem.
it will never stop being fascinating to me the way the accepted topics for "normal users" to post about enthuastically has over the years shifted more and more to include abuse so long as it isnt related to incest or csa, which retains its "even objective acknowledgement of this existing as a theme in a work can sometimes earn you a whisper network about what a disgusting creep you must be" status.
if incest is bad then why is the tender secretive love between two people who have known each other since at least one of their births and care for each other beyond words so good
“My sister told me a soulmate is not the person who makes you feel the happiest, but the one who makes you feel the most, who conducts your heart to bang the loudest, who can drag you giggling with forgiveness from the cellar they locked you in. It has always been you.”
— Sierra DeMulder, from “Love, Forgive Me” (via petrichour)