see i think what people get caught up in is going “oh this and that are fetish art……hey did you know x thing is a fetish…pretty crazy right…..this piece of art is actually a fetish for the artist……..” and like. see the problem is thinking that devalues the art. i don’t think something being a fetish or sexual in nature or whatever actually detracts from any meaning or emotional weight something could have. i don’t think “horny” is a worthless or meaningless emotion and i don’t see why exploring it in art is any different from “sadness” or “happiness” or “anger”. does that make sense? im just sayin we should examine why we view sexuality as inherently detracting/meaning less in art than other things
this blew up so lightning round:
“as long as they’re not posting it publicly”/“well its not always horny dont assume its horny”: you’re missing the point, this is a post about how horny is an emotion of equal artistic value to any other and if people want to post their fetish art i think that’s fine
“i was raised christian/came from a christian background and this was a hard thing i had to learn but so important”/“the idea of sexual feelings being less worthy of showing is christian”: i’m proud of you you’re doing great. also that’s true
“it’s more interesting actually”/“fetish art ends up being better bc people put a lot more focus into their work when they’re obsessed with it”: you’re right
“stop it with the horny jail thing”: you’re also right
40,000 years ago, early humans painted hands on the wall of a cave. This morning, my baby cousin began finger painting. All of recorded history happened between these two paintings of human hands. The Nazca Lines and the Mona Lisa. The first TransAtlantic flight and the first voyage to the Moon. Humanity invented the wheel, the telescope, and the nuclear bomb. We eradicated wild poliovirus types 2 and 3. We discovered radio waves, dinosaurs, and the laws of thermodynamics. Freedom Riders crossed the South. Hippies burned their draft cards. Countless genocides, scientific advancements, migrations, and rebellions. More than a hundred billion humans lived and died between these two paintings—one on a sheet of paper, and one on the inside of a cave. At the dawn of time, ancient humans stretched out their hands. And this morning, a child reached back.
not to be over dramatic or anything but the decline in popularity of hand written letters is one of the most disappointing decisions we’ve made as a modern society
i need friends that want to go to the library with me & want to go to the aquarium with me & want to play board games with me & want to sit in silence with me & want to go grocery shopping with me & want to kiss me & want to live forever with me
whenever I finally realize that one of my mutuals is a sideblog and that the random user that’s been liking my posts was my mutual all along I feel like bruce willis at the end of the sixth sense
