female hysteria

It's true: 'Female Hysteria' was once a classifiable medical condition. It's roots go way back to the time of Plato who first introduced the idea that a woman's uterus travels throughout her body as if it were a living creature. The Greek word for uterus is hysteria; So I guess this explains explains the usage of the word today. Women who suffered from such uncontrollable hysteria would regularly undergo pelvic massages for their treatment. These 'massages' were performed by a physician who worked diligently to stimulate the woman until she reached "hysterical paroxysm" A.K.A..orgasm!

It was believed to be a disease that was caused by sexual deprivation and particularly passionate women were often affected.. whatever that means. It was also commonly associated with virgins, nuns and widows. The chaise lounge (you know, that fancy chair thing) was originally known as the fainting couch and was invented to soften the fall the crazies as they reached hysterical paroxysm.

Physicians and in later years, midwives became burdened with the amount of treatment needed by all these hysteric women and in 1873 the first electro-mechanic vibrator was used at an asylum in France for the treatment of hysteria.

and the rest is history.. 

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what i've been playing lately

supakitch & koralie do sick art

this should lighten your day

What if we all felt the rush that comes from alleviating our fears and twisted perceptions, experience talking with an openness and listening with one too? What if we didn't pretend that everything bubbling underneath the surface of each and every person wasn't there? For every word that is said each day there are a multitude of words that couldn't make it past lips and are left to boil in the confines of every guarded mind. Don't forget you don't know anyone and that everything that's ever been said is untrue. It can't be true because it only exists inside of me or you.

Solipsism

Solipsism:
Is the philosophical idea that only one's own mind is sure to exist; it's a position that knowledge of anything outside one's own specific mind is unjustified. The term comes from Latin solus (alone) and ipse (self)....

first day of august

It's the first day of August. I feel solid in my shoes. Everyday I fall deeper into this groove. 

In the port I await with fellow passengers of this life as we sandwich into a canister and take flight, and in an hour or two we'll collectively descend and I'll collect myself before I wreck myself in the torching city of sin. 

Both my hands have other halves that hold them with all the strength left of a body that hangs like a corpse after being wrung out and set free. 

My exposed skeleton blows in the wind and I cry when I can't hold it all in. Weak construction constructed these levees. My vision is cloudy when I force my eye's direction for my goals have a soul but can't hold up to your standards. Seems you've got a hold on the manual.

My self seeks permission to soar into the sky, bed hop on clouds and cry into rainbow tinted raindrops falling down hard. I would rather make my own rules even if I shrink into obscurity and am cast straight out of this world. It wouldn't be the worst thing to flee constricting compounds that stifle me and frighten me. 

I feel. And I always will. I love the woman I owe my existence to. My heart is her's in reflection. She designed me to be receptive to energy, equipped with tools to sift through mounds of human debris looking for specks of light. More lights on this strip than any other street and tonight they beam brightly and I see.

civilization

we all reside in self-inflicted purgatories

guided by the light coming from the fire we set

a flame

walking, rather tip toeing carefully

along a tight rope we strung tightly

eyes focused along a narrowing path

missing the grandeur and openness surrounding us

we are self-regulated rule followers reprimanded for revolting against our own rigid regulations

failures in our own eyes

inadequate visions of our own ideals

we pale in comparison when we choose to compare

unhealthy obsessions we are obsessed with

strive to suffer

self-sabotaging reigns

pay dues to those who do us wrong

we traverse through rapid waters because our feet seek sun kissed sand

hide out in caves for many days and curse the darkened scene

like pumping gas into a tank

we fill ourselves with goals

and once fulfilled    

     we     must      be     filled

a constant      draining    tank

drones of shells moving on by

flashing warns we're nearly empty

grabbing, consuming

a blind rage to obtain

we are civilization

we invented this game