Brought to you by Sexual Frustration.
I've made no secret of that. however would you be willing to take a penis up the bum?
*not mine, don't worry* you're not my type...
Brought to you by Sexual Frustration.
The sudden rise in the use of anti-depressants, SSRIs and the rest, may have narrowed the bandwidth of emotions of artists and audience. Made emotional displays less potent. Lower peaks and higher troughs, smoothing of the emotional landscape and an overall loss of consciousness from the 90s onwards.
HMG's been on form recently. I choose to read this post as positing a World Soul, a collective from which artists draw so that the question of whether any individual is on anti depressants is almost irrelevant. The use of of these drugs blunts all our responses. There's no private citadel safe from these depredations.
This is the thread which has lodged most firmly in my imagination recently. The more I think of it the more haunting it is. I really do think some crucial threshold was crossed at this point.