Mary Magdalene: Art's Scarlet Woman (Art Documentary) | Perspective
Ugh. Mary Magdalene, the heterosexual Christian obsession, with which I have never, so God help me, been even peripherally concerned, nor at all interested, nor about which have I ever been even the least bit curious. What a fuckin dullard's tale. How much I was spared when, at age eleven, I left the Christian religion--and all its concomitant, neurotic-obsessive, heteronormative folk-myths--far behind me.
I burn hot. I tend to exhaust people in conversation, like Margaret Fuller did Carlyle. Which leaves me (but apparently not Margaret) always wishing I'd shut up sooner. I have quite a few friends and not many enemies, but I'm very proud of the few I do have. There is consensus among my friends about me, which is how I know to write about myself. What my enemies think of me I have no idea. That, of course, could be dangerous.
The list of interests and favorites is absurdly partial and half-assed, particularly as to music and books. It's the stupid format of the blog itself, as given, that, of course, I color outside the lines and burst the seams of.
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