to love life, to love it even
when you have no stomach for it
and everything you've held dear
crumbles like burnt paper in your hands,
your throat filled with the silt of it.
When grief sits with you, its tropical heat
thickening the air, heavy as water
more fit for gills than lungs;
when grief weights you like your own flesh
only more of it, an obesity of grief,
you think, How can a body withstand this?
Then you hold life like a face
between your palms, a plain face,
no charming smile, no violet eyes,
and you say, yes, I will take you
I will love you, again.

//Ellen Bass

Something that is cute is by its nature tactile, passive, and pathetic. It is, therefore, a perfect target for the projection of violent and sexual fantasies. Because they have little experience or will or knowledge of their own, they are easily seduced. Because of their lack of defenses and softness, they are easily thrashed or punished. (..) Their features are pliable and squishy, which means they can be harmed without any thought of being destroyed. (..) Cuteness diminishes, defines objects as being passive, inarticulate, simple, and harmless, and carries an implicit connection to violence and sexual exploitation.

//Culture Stalking with Alexius

mans mīļākais brālēns (viens no retajiem radiem, kuri mani tiešām arī interesē un liekas riktīgi forši) ielūdza uz sava pirmdzimtā kristībām, un es netieku, jo tai laikā būšu lidmašīnā atpakaļ no aberdīnas, kāda neraža! tiešām bēdājos par šo.