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(as told to nyucknyuck and natis_secus today)

Late last night, I attempted to review AP Psych material. I was currently in the 'Abnormal Psychology' section, so you know, pretty interesting stuff. Little did I know how interesting it would get.

By the time I took the practice quiz at the end of the chapter, I was almost asleep. And *that* is why I didn't believe this question:

14) Mary is sexually aroused by aardvarks. Mary might be diagnosed as having:
a) pedophilia
b) masochism
c) sadism
d) a paraphilia
e) fetishism

Read it. Did a double take. Read it again. Convinced self that I was dreaming. Went to sleep without finishing practice test.

First thing in the morning, my immediate thought upon waking was 'Is Mary still sexually aroused by aardvarks?!?' Flipped open textbook, yup, she is.

NOT A DREAM. REAL QUESTION.

...I want to know why the textbook makers felt the need to pose this question. I never even thought about the possibility of sexual aardvark/human relationships before now. Actually, I rarely thought about aardvarks at all, truth be told. My world has changed. *sob*

However, I now know what to say next time someone accuses me of being abnormal/kinky/weird/etc. At least I don't, um, enjoy the company of aardvarks! Could always be worse. XD

mood: busy Current Tags: aardvarks, life

And it was at that age...Poetry arrived
in search of me. I don't know, I don't know where
it came from, from winter or a river.
I don't know how or when,
no, they were not voices, they were not
words, nor silence,
but from a street I was summoned,
from the branches of night,
abruptly from the others,
among violent fires
or returning alone,
there I was without a face
and it touched me.

I did not know what to say, my mouth
had no way
with names
my eyes were blind,
and something started in my soul,
fever or forgotten wings,
and I made my own way,
deciphering
that fire
and I wrote the first faint line,
faint, without substance, pure
nonsense,
pure wisdom
of someone who knows nothing,
and suddenly I saw
the heavens
unfastened
and open,
planets,
palpitating planations,
shadow perforated,
riddled
with arrows, fire and flowers,
the winding night, the universe.

And I, infinitesmal being,
drunk with the great starry
void,
likeness, image of
mystery,
I felt myself a pure part
of the abyss,
I wheeled with the stars,
my heart broke free on the open sky.

mood: creative Current Tags: poetry

I do not love you as if you were salt-rose, or topaz,
or the arrow of carnations the fire shoots off.
I love you as certain dark things are to be loved,
in secret, between the shadow and the soul.

I love you as the plant that never blooms
but carries in itself the light of hidden flowers;
thanks to your love a certain solid fragrance,
risen from the earth, lives darkly in my body.

I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where.
I love you straightforwardly, without complexities or pride;
so I love you because I know no other way

that this: where I does not exist, nor you,
so close that your hand on my chest is my hand,
so close that your eyes close as I fall asleep.

mood: artistic Current Tags: poetry

i carry your heart with me(i carry it in
my heart)i am never without it(anywhere
i go you go, my dear; and whatever is done
by only me is your doing, my darling)
i fear
not fate (for you are my fate, my sweet)i want
no world (for beautiful you are my world, my true)
and it's you are whatever a moon has always meant
and whatever a sun will always sing is you

here is the deepest secret nobody knows
(here is the root of the root and the bud of the bud
and the sky of the sky of a tree called life; which grows
higher than the soul can hope or mind can hide)
and this is the wonder that's keeping the stars apart

i carry your heart(i carry it in my heart)

mood: enthralled Current Tags: poetry