ratak-monodosico:

Klaus Leidorf - Chapel and Ground Station Near Raisting (2006)

ratak-monodosico:

Klaus Leidorf - Chapel and Ground Station Near Raisting (2006)

(Source: likeafieldmouse)

Here’s this word that millions of people find lovely and liberating — an alternative to all that seems calcified about religion, and what do I do? I complain. I think that in nine out of ten cases “spirituality” is a con — not a con by the person invoking it, but a con on that person. It offers the illusion of individual choice, as if our beliefs, or our rejection of belief, could be formed in some pure Ayn Randian void. For better and worse we make our beliefs and live our beliefs together. That’s what you get with the word “religion,” which means to tie, to bind. You may not want to be bound! I don’t. But we are. We’re caught up in a great, complicated web of belief and ritual and custom. That’s what I’m interested in, not the delusion that I’m some kind of island.

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'Tell me what happens the first time you see a woman naked.'

'The first time you see a woman naked will not be like you imagined. There will be no love, no trust, no intimacy. You won’t even be in the same room as her.

You won’t get to smile as she undresses you and you undress her. You won’t get to calm her nerves with nerves of your own. You won’t get to kiss her, feeling her lips and the edge of her tongue. You won’t get to brush your fingers over the lace of her bra or count her ribs or feel her heartbeat.

The first time you see a woman naked you will be sitting in front of a computer screen watching someone play at intimacy and perform at sex. She will contort her body to please everyone in the room but her. You will watch this woman who is not a woman, pixelated and filtered and customized. She will come ready-made, like an order at a restaurant. The man on the screen will be bigger than you, rougher than you. He will teach you how to talk to her. He will teach you where to put your hands and he will teach you what you’re supposed to like. He will teach you to take what is yours.

You must unlearn this. You must unlearn this twisted sense of love. You must unlearn the definition of pleasure and intimacy you are being taught. Kill this idea of love, this idea of entitlement, this way of scarring one another.’

simplyorthodox:

Photos from Eastern Orthodox monks and nuns with animals!

(Source: sdsakis10.blogspot.gr)

(content warning for suicide)I bought a large version of this print. It is a detail from a painting called “The Young Marytr.” Usually the idea of a painting of a dead woman in my house would make me cringe. I mean, I don’t even like certain types of paintings from a certain era featuring women reclining. (If you know anyone with a little bit of feminist/art history knowledge, they can explain that one. It’s a post for another day!)But this painting is special to me. For a long time, even if I wasn’t actively suicidal, I still didn’t feel I had much to live for. And I just assumed, in a very matter of fact way, that I’d eventually jump off a bridge. Not a gun, or noose, but a bridge and water. This is unthinkable to me now. Even when despairing, lost, uncertain. Somehow I have arrived at this truce and I hope to live a long life. I hope to live for many things, and to die peacefully. And if I absolutely had to die for something, my God, let it be something other than despair of all things! Let it be that I had something to live for in the first place. “The Young Marytr” is a 4th century Christian under Roman rule. Her hands are bound. It may seem dramatic and overly serious to some, but the image of a woman who died in water because her life was full of striving, meaning, conviction, and love, and not by her own hand because of a percieved lack of these things, that speaks to me now.
(content warning for suicide)

I bought a large version of this print. It is a detail from a painting called “The Young Marytr.” Usually the idea of a painting of a dead woman in my house would make me cringe. I mean, I don’t even like certain types of paintings from a certain era featuring women reclining. (If you know anyone with a little bit of feminist/art history knowledge, they can explain that one. It’s a post for another day!)

But this painting is special to me. For a long time, even if I wasn’t actively suicidal, I still didn’t feel I had much to live for. And I just assumed, in a very matter of fact way, that I’d eventually jump off a bridge. Not a gun, or noose, but a bridge and water.

This is unthinkable to me now. Even when despairing, lost, uncertain. Somehow I have arrived at this truce and I hope to live a long life. I hope to live for many things, and to die peacefully. And if I absolutely had to die for something, my God, let it be something other than despair of all things! Let it be that I had something to live for in the first place.

“The Young Marytr” is a 4th century Christian under Roman rule. Her hands are bound. It may seem dramatic and overly serious to some, but the image of a woman who died in water because her life was full of striving, meaning, conviction, and love, and not by her own hand because of a percieved lack of these things, that speaks to me now.

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This might be the weirdest and most significant year of my life since 2001 when I met the Mister and dropped everything to hop trains for 4 months. This is a strange life, friends, and I’m glad I stuck around for it

tl;dr version of a huge post I could make but too many feelings and I’m tired: My life has taken a truly strange, unexpected, bittersweet and beautiful turn this year

no i am not pregnant lol
cavetocanvas:

Giuseppe Penone, Untitled, 1979

cavetocanvas:

Giuseppe Penone, Untitled, 1979

waiting for the bus & looking for a crucifix, you know, just another day

In other words the preaching of forgiveness must always go hand-in-hand with the preaching of repentance, the preaching of the gospel with the preaching of the law. Nor can the forgiveness of sin be unconditional—sometimes sin must be retained. It is the will of the Lord himself that the gospel should not be given to the dogs…. If the Church refuses to face the stern reality of sin, it will gain no credence when it talks of forgiveness. Such a Church sins against its sacred trust and walks unworthily of the gospel. It is an unholy Church, squandering the precious treasure of the Lord’s forgiveness. Nor is it enough to simply deplore in general terms that the sinfulness of man infects even his good works. It is necessary to point out concrete sins, and to punish and condemn them.

The Cost of Discipleship (via shortbreadsh)
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im starting to understand how much ive grown up with the idea that violence towards women is normal in sex. my first encounters with sex when i was a teenager normalized it so much and just effed up my sexuality so hard and its so gross im so disgusted with myself and sex in general at this point. :/

@Anonymous

nextyearsgirl:

That was one of the most startling and difficult parts of become a radical feminist and developing a critical analysis of sex and porn culture for me too. Picking apart all those toxic ideas and attitudes, identifying the harmful things I had internalized, making myself stop indulging in the things that hurt me. Please don’t be disgusted with yourself — this is something that was done to you, not something you took on willingly. And there is no shame in becoming less interested in sex because of these things, it’s something I’ve also seen in my own life.

theraccolta:

Antonio del Pollaiolo -  ”Asunción de Santa María Magdalena”

theraccolta:

Antonio del Pollaiolo -  ”Asunción de Santa María Magdalena”

Your criticism sounds to me as if you have read too many critical books and are too smart in an artificial, destructive, and very limited way.

Flannery O’Connor (via aquietstrengthdwells)