"...God, isn't life bloody sometimes!"
"Yes."
"Are you just saying that to be nice to me?"
"No."
"Thank God. Lord, this is a damned odd conversation to be having with a bishop! Excuse me while I just pinch myself to make sure I'm not dreaming -"
"It's no dream. Good to meet someone else who's gone through hell lately."
"Isn't it wonderful? It makes all the difference to know there's someone else screaming alongside you - and that's the point of the Incarnation, I can see that so clearly now. God came into the world and screamed alongside us. Interesting idea, that. I had a big row once with a Buddhist who played down the hellishness of suffering by... but not, forget the Buddhist, and forget me too. Let's hear about you, Charles. Let's hear about your pain."
I thought: I can't possibly unburden myself further to a homosexual actor with whom I have nothing in common.
But then it seemed to me that we had a great deal in common at that moment and that with his actor's ability to empathise he would give me the support I needed as I struggled to survive my ordeal.
"I bet you're asking yourself how the hell you're going to endure the unendurable," Said Martin suddenly, and when I said: "Yes, I am," I saw at last that in my darkest hours I was to be helped not by a priest at all, nor indeed by any of my familiar Christian friends, but by a stranger who stood on the margins of conventional society, by one of the outcasts and sinners to whom Christ had long ago stretched out his hand.
-Chapter 15 Section 5 Absolute Truths by Susan Howatch
In the same way, you men must give honor to women. Treat women with understanding as you live together. She may be weaker than you are, but she is your equal partner in God’s gift of new life. Treat her as you should so your prayers will not be hindered.
1 Peter 3
What is it to be a woman?
It is an entirely different world in which women live in.
I wish I could live as a woman for a season to understand.
"It makes all the difference to know there's someone else screaming alongside you"
To live as a white middle class male in America, how could I empathize with any oppressed minority?
Women,
Blacks,
Gays,
Muslims,
How could I even begin to understand?
I'm not even going to try to begin to act like I know the first thing about being a woman. What I do know, I am acutely aware of my vast ignorance on the subject of empathy towards my counter gender.
I trust you Jesus
free her heart
heal Bea
heal me
Mary Lambert - Bodylove
Know girls who are trying to fit into the social norm
Like squeezing into last year's prom dress
I know girls who are low rise, mac eyeshadow, and binge drinking
I know girls that wonder if they're disaster and sexy enough to fit in
I know girls who are fleeing bombs from the mosques of their skin
Playing russian roulette with death; it's never easy to accept
That our bodies are fallible and flawed
But when do we draw the line?
When the knife hits the skin?
Isn't it the same thing as purging
Because we're so obsessed with death
Some women just have more guts than others
The funny thing is women like us don't shoot
We swallow pills, still wanting to be beautiful at the morgue
Still proceeding to put on make-up
Still hoping that the mortician finds us fuckable and attractive
We might as well be buried with our shoes
And handbags and scarves, girls
We flirt with death everytime we etch a new tally mark
Into our skin
I know how to split my wrists like a battlefield too
But the time has come for us to
Reclaim our bodies
Our bodies deserve more than to be war-torn and collateral
Offering this fuckdom as a pathetic means to say
"I only know how to exist when I'm wanted"
Girls like us are hardly ever wanted you know
We're used up and sad and drunk and
Perpetually waiting by the phone for someone to pick up
And tell us that we did good
We did good.
I know I am because I said am,
my body is home
So try this
Take your hands over your bumpy lovebody naked
And remember the first time you touched someone
With the sole purpose of learning all of them
Touched them because the light was pretty on them
And the dust in the sunlight danced the way your heart did
Touch yourself with a purpose
Your body is the most beautiful royal
Fathers and uncles are not claiming your knife anymore
Are not your razor, no
Put the sharpness back
Lay your hands flat and feel the surface of scarred skin
I once touched a tree with charred limbs
The stump was still breathing
But the tops were just ashy remains
I wonder what it's like to come back from that
Sometimes I feel a forest fire erupting from my wrists
And the smoke signals sent out are the most beautiful things
I've ever seen
Love your body the way your mother loved your baby feet
And brother, arm wrapping shoulders, and remember
This is important
You are worth more than who you fuck
You are worth more than a waistline
you are worth more than beer bottles displayed like drunker artifacts
You are worth more than any naked body could proclaim
In the shadows, more than a man's whim
Or your father's mistake
You are no less valuable as a size 16, than a size 4
You are no less valuable as a 32a than a 36c
Your sexiness is defined by concentric circles within your wood
Wisdom
You are a goddamn tree stump with leaves sprouting out
Reborn
"Yes."
"Are you just saying that to be nice to me?"
"No."
"Thank God. Lord, this is a damned odd conversation to be having with a bishop! Excuse me while I just pinch myself to make sure I'm not dreaming -"
"It's no dream. Good to meet someone else who's gone through hell lately."
"Isn't it wonderful? It makes all the difference to know there's someone else screaming alongside you - and that's the point of the Incarnation, I can see that so clearly now. God came into the world and screamed alongside us. Interesting idea, that. I had a big row once with a Buddhist who played down the hellishness of suffering by... but not, forget the Buddhist, and forget me too. Let's hear about you, Charles. Let's hear about your pain."
I thought: I can't possibly unburden myself further to a homosexual actor with whom I have nothing in common.
But then it seemed to me that we had a great deal in common at that moment and that with his actor's ability to empathise he would give me the support I needed as I struggled to survive my ordeal.
"I bet you're asking yourself how the hell you're going to endure the unendurable," Said Martin suddenly, and when I said: "Yes, I am," I saw at last that in my darkest hours I was to be helped not by a priest at all, nor indeed by any of my familiar Christian friends, but by a stranger who stood on the margins of conventional society, by one of the outcasts and sinners to whom Christ had long ago stretched out his hand.
-Chapter 15 Section 5 Absolute Truths by Susan Howatch
In the same way, you men must give honor to women. Treat women with understanding as you live together. She may be weaker than you are, but she is your equal partner in God’s gift of new life. Treat her as you should so your prayers will not be hindered.
1 Peter 3
What is it to be a woman?
It is an entirely different world in which women live in.
I wish I could live as a woman for a season to understand.
"It makes all the difference to know there's someone else screaming alongside you"
To live as a white middle class male in America, how could I empathize with any oppressed minority?
Women,
Blacks,
Gays,
Muslims,
How could I even begin to understand?
I'm not even going to try to begin to act like I know the first thing about being a woman. What I do know, I am acutely aware of my vast ignorance on the subject of empathy towards my counter gender.
I trust you Jesus
free her heart
heal Bea
heal me
Mary Lambert - Bodylove
Know girls who are trying to fit into the social norm
Like squeezing into last year's prom dress
I know girls who are low rise, mac eyeshadow, and binge drinking
I know girls that wonder if they're disaster and sexy enough to fit in
I know girls who are fleeing bombs from the mosques of their skin
Playing russian roulette with death; it's never easy to accept
That our bodies are fallible and flawed
But when do we draw the line?
When the knife hits the skin?
Isn't it the same thing as purging
Because we're so obsessed with death
Some women just have more guts than others
The funny thing is women like us don't shoot
We swallow pills, still wanting to be beautiful at the morgue
Still proceeding to put on make-up
Still hoping that the mortician finds us fuckable and attractive
We might as well be buried with our shoes
And handbags and scarves, girls
We flirt with death everytime we etch a new tally mark
Into our skin
I know how to split my wrists like a battlefield too
But the time has come for us to
Reclaim our bodies
Our bodies deserve more than to be war-torn and collateral
Offering this fuckdom as a pathetic means to say
"I only know how to exist when I'm wanted"
Girls like us are hardly ever wanted you know
We're used up and sad and drunk and
Perpetually waiting by the phone for someone to pick up
And tell us that we did good
We did good.
I know I am because I said am,
my body is home
So try this
Take your hands over your bumpy lovebody naked
And remember the first time you touched someone
With the sole purpose of learning all of them
Touched them because the light was pretty on them
And the dust in the sunlight danced the way your heart did
Touch yourself with a purpose
Your body is the most beautiful royal
Fathers and uncles are not claiming your knife anymore
Are not your razor, no
Put the sharpness back
Lay your hands flat and feel the surface of scarred skin
I once touched a tree with charred limbs
The stump was still breathing
But the tops were just ashy remains
I wonder what it's like to come back from that
Sometimes I feel a forest fire erupting from my wrists
And the smoke signals sent out are the most beautiful things
I've ever seen
Love your body the way your mother loved your baby feet
And brother, arm wrapping shoulders, and remember
This is important
You are worth more than who you fuck
You are worth more than a waistline
you are worth more than beer bottles displayed like drunker artifacts
You are worth more than any naked body could proclaim
In the shadows, more than a man's whim
Or your father's mistake
You are no less valuable as a size 16, than a size 4
You are no less valuable as a 32a than a 36c
Your sexiness is defined by concentric circles within your wood
Wisdom
You are a goddamn tree stump with leaves sprouting out
Reborn