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Oh Mama

I’m just having fun!

to have seen what i have seen,

see what i see!”

constantly have ophelia on my mind; the argument of virgin or temptress, the nature of her sexual power in regards to manipulation of kings, the legitimacy in her words and the ease in which we turn away from her speeches, her person because “idk man, that bitch is crazy.”

centuries passing in which theater goers and scholars around the world ignore the wounds of being without a mother and the plights of being exploited by men. her anatomy in question, in death her body objectified, let her descend into madness but remain fuckable. inevitably, another victim to the patriarchy, as most characters we advert our eyes from post minimal discourse. it’s easier to believe in the madness of the mind instead of having compassion for a person in distress…we’d rather her swallow the water of the bog than choke up the uncomfortable truth that we put her there in the first place.

sorry to tell ophelia, not much has changed girly.

i don’t know how to use tumblr anymore because it’s been almost a decade, but here we go attempting to use another platform one last time.