#pomegrnat

OH BOY !  first, let’s talk about women of the ancient world for a bit ( and i say this generalizing the different city-states in greece, so most of this doesn’t apply to women in sparta for example).  back then the greeks (especially the athenians) valued women who made themselves invisible. you were looked down on if you came up in conversation frequently regardless of whether it was in praise or criticism. 

women had their own separate quarters in the house, usually in the back of the house or on the upper floors - the farthest they could possibly be from the front doors because that’s where the men stayed and if a woman tried to sneak out of the house, it’d be very difficult to do so without the man of the house knowing. the only women you’d really see in public were either women in poverty who had no choice but to leave the house to make ends meet, or prostitutes. makes it very hard to form a unified community among women who could start a dialogue about how shitty their lives were and how they wanted things to change. imagine living in a world like that… it’s very handmaid’s tale-esque except this was a reality for women back then. 

now enter dionysus with a brand new cult that encourages these same women to get out of the house, convene together in the woods and just be free to express themselves. they would scream, yell, sing out and just purge everything that they had been forced to hold inside ; dance naked and explore their sexuality in a safe and consensual space where no men or outsiders were allowed to intrude; binge on all the things that they’d been deprived of. now imagine experiencing that kind of freedom and then having to come back to your ordinary, oppressive world in the morning?

eventually, dionysus’ followers wanted more than a mini vacation in the woods. they wanted these moments of freedom in their everyday lives, and the men in power were TERRIFIED of dionysus’ cult because they had no control of what would be done during these religious rites, and they feared that the women, the slaves, and the down trodden who often attended these events would eventually band together and rebel against their oppressive societies. that’s why dionysus’ cult was branded as just a bunch of “crazy women” getting drunk, but it isn’t just about parties and orgies like mainstream beliefs lead you to think. it’s mainly about escaping oppression and rebelling against anyone who tries to make you feel small and invisible by creating a space where everyone is equal and a part of a larger whole and a force to be reckoned with. 

hm try a carrier pigeon

she already jumped …… ahsjaka

i...

❛  what  –  what  are  you  saying  ?  ❜  she  started  to  shake  her  head  ,  trying  to  bring  herself  back  to  reality  ,  to  properly  hear  what  the  female  was  saying  ,  her  mind  still  in  disbelief  ,  nor  wanting  to  believe  that  she  stood  in  the  presence  of  another  god  .

              oh ... veeeeery  clever of you ,  denisa ...  but i have nothing to say about this dumbass .  what if i just talk about ... you ?   y’know ,  just everything you touch is so iconic .  i mean it .  from those nice messages when i followed you the first time ,  to the ones when i wasn’t feeling great ,  and the way you’re just so cool ?!  well thanks .  teach me your ways if possible too .  oh ,  and never forget  --  you allowed me to talk about tammy’s ...  crippling fear of becoming her mother .  i mean ,  i really felt that .  it meant a lot because ,  well ,  you cared enough to let me ramble about it ,  and that’s so precious !  also ,  your writing .  i can’t believe we haven’t properly written something yet but i have to say that i can’t wait to .  i read your stuff on my dash and faint .  you’re amazing  &  having you around is a delight .