1 Thing about Aldous Harding, ( ) she writes for me specifically. Perhaps her fans feel this way. I suspect we all think she is writing for each of us specifically. So great.
(I don’t know who writes this song, I assume it is Perfume Genius but I honestly have not heard of that band name before this week.)
I cannot love more than this. This is the maximum love setting without distortion.
I don’t even like waffles. But I totally eat the waffles. You can’t stop me.
…an unseen someone before him drops/throws something on the ice, a purple hair scrunchie, that perhaps becomes an obstacle to his routine. He is on his back, on the ice. (No visible injuries.)
Actual questions I am asked this 24 hours (by both anon internet somethings and live in person person): 1. Are you married? 2. Do you have a girlfriend?
What should I tell people? What is the correct response in this instance?
Yes, I am married. Yes?
I am asked (by a someone/thing on a social media group) if I even know who (Perfume Genius) is, and I write: “I trust her judgement.” (her = Aldous)
Story line: So, one of the imaginary friends, pretends to kill another imaginary friend, then she makes out with them. Various imaginary friends make out and or watch others make out. Got it. This is like university, but inside her head. There is a sexual university inside her head. She saves the imaginary friends from various pauses in imaginary existence, yet this all seems real, and relatable.
Who are these people? Why does he/she see them?
Who is he/she/they when alone? Is ( ) alone? Can ( ) be alone?
From the view of the (fallen) skater: What makes a partner/other? Is ( ) a rescuer, a mother, a chef, a confidant, a tattooed love boy, an abuser, a lover? What changes? Is self merely response, feeling? Is he/she/they a verb?
He sees them having sex after he had pretended to leave.
The reading changes if from the view of the skater or from the view of the fire fighter. The two see each other even if maybe they are not in the same room.
Alternate Story Line: Gay rescued skater/son brings tattooed love boy to service fire fighter/mom, trans abusive lover arrives on site with a gun ready to abuse various persons. Fire fighter winds up “back” with abusive trans person so much so they begin to merge into one another. Final answer.
Merging: This happens in David Lynch films. People become occupied by someone/something else. The character sometimes is suddenly played by someone else.
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I want to crawl into (innocent protected) and morph into her and just be inside of her bouncing along as she walks with that strange sort of pissed off look on her face.
Speaking from direct experience, one can be in love with someone who is not in the same room at the moment. It can be a durational love that consumes all while disembodied. I know the body exists. I have seen it. It is always here with me.
It occurs to me that this work can be seen as a follow up to the video for Imagining My Man.
The visuals in No Front Teeth are so powerful I notice that I need to close my eyes in order to really hear the song.
Thinking of others who are not present, can/does this life end? Will death be better than this?
The thinking becoming all, so that no present remains.
The sex scene allows fans to experience what being with the fire fighter (rescue person) might be like. We all got to sleep with the fire fighter/mom just then. Got it out of our collective system. Whomever thought of that is literally a genius, or a shrink. Either way I owe that person a drink and maybe a (redacted).
She/they changes into something else at times.
“It’s on the camera Thrown to the floor And I grin just a little It’s in the palm of my hand I feel something My entire life…”
No being in the present exists. (Cliche: It will be hard for you to say that with) No Front Teeth.
“I love everybody you don’t understand!!” -Perfume Genius
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