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Blooding is the practice of smearing an animal's blood on the face of the person who killed the animal while hunting. An article on blooding in the British royal family says "Spreading blood on a person’s face is an ancient ritual performed to celebrate a hunter’s first successful kill."[1][2] The ritual of blooding continues today, among hunters—especially upon children.[3] In his memoir Spare, Prince Harry described how he was forcibly blooded at age 15[1] by his guide Sandy Masson who cut open the stag Harry had shot, pushed Harry's head inside the carcass, and held it there while Harry struggled to free himself.[4] When Sandy released him, Harry tried to wipe the blood from his face, but Sandy insisted that he "Let it dry.”[5]

Bynum has argued that Christ’s bleeding images suggest a feminine and maternal identity. As noted, Christ’s blood nourishes Christians like a mother’s milk would nourish her child. Breast milk was considered to derive from menstrual blood, and medieval physiological theories claimed that all body fluids were produced from blood. Julia Kristeva argues that, like blood, milk ‘mingles two identities and connotes the bond between the one and the other’. Here blood and milk are associated with nourishment and the performance of maternal identity. Christ, like the mother figure, bleeds to give life to Christians. Bynum shows that in fourteenth-, fifteenth- and sixteenth-century paintings Christ’s wound is associated with Mary’s breast. She argues that medieval artists and writers captured the figure of Christ as both male and female, being male but also resembling the female through his bleeding wound. Like Christ’s body, every body was at the same time male and female, revealing thus the fluidity of gender politics in medieval times.

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re: the previous post’s tags, i think these films pair well if you’re at all fond of the rather specific subgenre of lonely, stifled, discontented, mistreated, and/or abused protagonists calling forth some manner of otherworldly guardian or companion for comfort, as i am 🩶

shirley jackson casually asking the pharmacist how much arsenic would be necessary to kill a family

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