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“I am not just capturing moments. This is about seizing emotions.”
Self-portrait PhotographyRockstar Princess
The idea of having to have only one identity makes no sense to me. There is no point in trying to truly find oneself, it simply is impossible because there is no true self. Every experience that includes another person will automatically attach to one’s personality and becomes part of it. I think to prevent that, one would have to be isolated from birth on but even then, the genes from our biological parents will define us. No way out of this hell of individualism.
What makes us truly different is the fact that we all interact with different individuals for different time periods. There can be similarities and individuals can get categorized based on the fact, that they spend their time with the same type of people and shape themselves unintentionally into them.
And in the end, I am backstabbing myself by inevitably morphing the reflection of others into my own.
Doll Babe
Inspired by the song “The Doll People” by Sofia Isella I have taken some time to think about the topic that is touched upon in the lyrics.
We hear it all the time: The struggles women* face daily to survive in a world like ours and yet, nothing changes. We are only respected and treated nicely when we are pretty. But even then, we face new problems. Suddenly all that matters is how “fuckable” we are and not our souls. Commitment? Of course not. Why bother with love and care when quick, disposable satisfaction is so close?
We live in constant danger of being harassed, objectified, and reduced to nothing more than art that can be fucked (lyrics reference). Being desired is much more important. Set your own desires aside if you want to make it.
So, we learn to play our part. Be a doll. Always available when wanted. Quiet when convenient. Put away when the novelty wears off.
The most disturbing part is where violence itself is eroticized: “Take the screaming one, because a woman who doesn’t want it is much hotter than one that does.” Consent is dismissed. Control becomes the fetish.
I want to acknowledge that I am aware that men* also face harassment, and the men* that part of my life would never harm me nor any other woman*. But it is undeniable that women* face more violence. I carry memories of what my body has endured, moments when I thought my life could end because men decided it was their choice. I couldn’t be more grateful to be safe now. Stay safe, keep loving.
