i'm literally the priest's favorite sacrificial lamb because i am so docile and sweet and i hold very still when they put the rope around my neck and i trot along so happily while they lead me to the altar and they do not even have to tie me down because i lie so very still and only bleat once or twice in my lovely lamb voice and when the knife comes down it cuts through me like butter and i offer no resistance and i bleed so prettily all over my new white wool and my guts all unspool like the most beautiful shining yarn and my eyes are animal and dumb and hold no accusation and every time i die i come right back as another little lamb because the priest loves me so so much and he always chooses me for the sacrifice every time and he always places one hand on my small and twitching nose to calm me while he lifts the knife and he doesn't do it for the other lambs only me because i'm his favorite
If you accept That Person's psuedoapology, remember that you are saying:
- that you believe nine women (six named, three anonymous) are all telling consistent lies for no motive other than traumatising themselves and exposing themselves to massive harrassment and cos bitches lie
- that it is normal and benign to employ someone and then withhold wages, or threaten a family with homelessness, until they sign NDAs
- that his "I will kill myself if you #metoo me" message to Scarlett is just the kind of thing that innocent men say
- that rich men should always be believed above vulnerable women
- that you see the text messages as retrospective consent becsuse you know nothing about trauma fawning.
- that the world should be hostile to women (and men, and people beyond the binary, but rape is frequently gendered and there's no use pretending otherwise) who testify about rape and abuse
Just bear that in mind.
If it sounds like the composer is trying to blast you with the orchestra until you're as deaf as he is, it's Beethoven.
If it sounds like the composer might be a vampire, it's Bach.
If it sounds like the composer is trying to set the violins on fire, it's Vivaldi.
Denis Maurice, The Story of Psyche, 1908, The Hermitage, St. Petersburg: 1) Eros is Struck by Psyche’s Beauty; 2) Zephyr Transporting Psyche to the Isle of Delight; 3) Psyche Discovers that Her Mysterious Lover is Eros; 4) The Vengeance of Venus; 5) Jupiter Bestows Immortality on Psyche; 6) Psyche’s Kin Bid Her Farewell on a Mountain Top; 7) Cupid Carrying Psyche Up to Heaven.
Victor, 22, queer, genderfluid/bigender, he/she/they, intp, autistic 𓇚
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