#revisionism

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A digital journal or diary can be fine with precautions & backups. But physically written, typed or printed is better.

It's kinda hard to revision Medea since her story is so narratively tight and clear, but for thee, I shall try.

Here's the thing about Medea. She's not human. Not really.

She's a Goddess in human form. A granddaughter of Helios himself. A child of the sun. She doesn't have to be among these humans, but she is. Her killing and forsaking her family isn't just to show her character, it's her slowly shedding her humanity, destroying the things that attach her to mortality.

Killing her children is the final severance. It's why she departs the world on a flying chariot, something typically reserved for the Gods. She's finally shed the last of her humanity. She's ascended through blood. Destroyed the last of her humanity.

So, how might this story have played out differently? How might a journey of such degeneration and ascension be averted?

Perhaps another Argonaut catches her eye? Perhaps Heracles, perhaps the only demnigod that might be her equal? Perhaps Orpheus, who's music reaches even the hardest of hearts?

Or, perhaps, it's the odd one out.

Atalanta is strong. She is brave, powerful, a thing that defies every convention of reality the Greeks hold deer. A woman who fights. A woman who lives as she chooses. A woman who refuses the role placed upon her by the Gods and the world itself. She has the respect of Heroes and Kings despite it all.

Medea looks at this woman, and feels a twisting envy in her gut. a desire to make what is hers Medea's own. Medea, who must choose between the weakness of humanity and the cruelty of the Gods, envies this woman, raised by beasts and favored by wild things.

She covets this woman, strong and free, and it is her to whom she gives her gifts. It is through Atalanta the Fleece is claimed. Medea longs to sink her claws into her, to subsume Atalanta and live as she does, break free of all the things that bind her as Atalanta has done.

All her attempts, all her manipulations, slide of Atalanta's skin like a spear off the pelt of the Lion of Nemea. She is immune to Medea's charms. After all, Atalanta is free. She is wild and unnameable, save by what she chooses.

It enrages Medea to no end. For deep within her, all she desires is closeness. Intimacy. Love. But she is a God in human form. And Gods can only conceive of love through ownership. Domination. Worship.

And Atalanta will never do that.

And so, Medea must do the one thing she never thought herself capable of.

She must be human.

She must embrace these things that make her human. The ties that bind her to Earth. If she wishes to have Atlanta, she must be willing to be had. She must open herself to this wild thing, this lioness in human form.

Atalanta is sometimes more beast than human. More she-bear than woman. but when she feels Medea in her arms, when this strange, powerful woman from across the sea finally bears her heart to her, open and honest?

They are both truly, painfully, human.

They vanish out of the mythos after that. There are tales, of course. The wild woman and might-have-been Goddess who walks in her stride. Untameable. Unwilling to be what the world demands them to be.

Maoists: Dengists are revisionist!

real revisionists: Hold my beer.

Waving a red banner or displaying the hammer and sickle doesn’t automatically make you a communist. This should not be a hard concept to grasp.