The dust has settled. It seems my life is back on track and normalcy is taking control once more, yet I do not feel as relieved as I was before. I think there is a part of me that longs for complete freedom. Not forever. Just a week where I could go completely off the radar, surround myself in the Colorado wilderness and see the stars again. I think we need that sometimes. We need that time to cleanse and start anew. Unfortunately, it isn’t all that practical and most people cannot simply drop all of their responsibilities to prance off into the wild blue yonder.
Perhaps the trauma of all that has happened this last month is starting to seep in through the cracks.
First off, the fact that leaking nude photos of women has become a threat in hopes of silencing them in this culture is so outstandingly stupid.
"Oh look, it’s your body. I’m sure you’ve never seen that before. Oh look now other people see it in all of it’s goddess-like perfection. Bet you feel terrible now.”
Now unfortunately, we live in a society right now that doesn’t view photos like this with the respect and dignity that they deserve, as seen with the recent mass-leak of celebrity nudes. All I can say on the matter is this:
If the photos are, in fact, leaked, I will go out of my way to avoid them. Not because I wouldn’t want to see them, necessarily, but because if I were to have the honor to witness Emma Watson in her most pure state, I would want it only to be with her explicit consent. And if these sleazy fuckers sitting with their greasy paws clutching their monitors are that desperate to feel like they have any ounce of power in this world, I suppose there is little we can do. But goddamn it, if they gaze upon her, they best know that it is a fucking gift. That she is a fucking gift. And they should be so lucky to look upon a woman, especially one who has more power, influence, and radiant glory in her discarded fingernail clippings than they do in all of their collective, pathetic masses.
Let’s say you’re dating someone. And you really like them and your family likes them. You’ve spent innumerable nights with one another; you stay at his/her place, then s/he stays at yours, and so on. You spend vacations with them and sure they’re not perfect, but they embrace your flaws as you embrace theirs. And it’s been over a year, with minimal fighting and you consider signing a lease with them.
Here is my advice: do not sign a lease with them. Do not make that 12 month commitment.