On Horror

Not gonna pretend this post isn't inspired by my viewing of the just-released 'Suspiria' remake.

I've been thinking about what is meant by horror as such. It doesn't have to be that which scares us. Maybe it is just the realization of life how it actually is, and that's what scares us. Of the idea that death is inevitable and there ain't nothing we can do about it, babe. Of the contrast between what we'd like our lives to be and what is.

I wonder about why so many of my dreams haunt me. Why some are so damn vivid, and lead me to no clear--solutions? closure?--I don't know. I just know I wake up feeling relieved it was a dream, and somehow move on. But then I am left to wonder what my mind is telling me, or trying to tell me, that I'm not getting. Is getting even the point?

We're now in this limbo period of waiting to see what a Democratic House will do to stop the madness going on all around. Maybe it's a pointless exercise, this waiting. Maybe that's horror enough, the waiting. With T***p we are primed for the 'I see there's a problem here, how can I make it worse?' response to everything. And his FUCKING rallies.

White Supremacy is a horror. I've come to realize how so many things fall under its umbrella, and how insidiously it can reside in Those Who Are Not White (see West, Kanye). It manifests itself in racism, patriarchy, machismo, entitlement, and so, so much more, kids! See Sarah Huckabee Sanders over there lying daily. Oh, and there's plie-performing, microphone-grabbing White House intern woman claiming victimhood over there. Oh yeah, and over here is Kanye West dismissing the indignity of slavery and hugging the White Supremacist-in-Chief in one of the most grotesque photo ops you will ever see.

Two more fucking years.

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