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2020.11.20 04:57 throwRAimplodingfam My (26F) parents (62M and 55F) are splitting up, dad is suicidal and maybe gay?

Alright this is going to be an absolute doozy and I'm not sure what I'm trying to accomplish by posting here. I guess I just need some words of support and maybe some advice from people who have been through similar things.
**WARNING: Parts of this story are 18+ and contain content of a sexual nature, also TW for homophobia
My parents have always had a somewhat turbulent relationship. I remember since back when I was little, they bickered and argued a lot and had no problem yelling at each other in front of me. It sometimes seemed like they didn't even like each other but despite all of this, they always stayed together and didn't seem unhappy. Here's a breakdown of the two of them as individuals.
My dad is a domineering, masculine guy. He served in the marine corp and now makes a very good living as an electrical engineer. He is a very generous person, but has one of the worst tempers I have ever seen. He has never been physically violent with my mom and I, but he can get really mean and loud. Admittedly, he has been the aggressor in the majority of my parents' arguments. He is also incredibly intelligent, almost to a fault - he's overly logical and lacks compassion. I know that he has also struggled with some body dysmorphia. Over the years, I have witnessed what seems like a deterioration of his mental health. He has become incredibly cynical, nihilistic, yet manic - it has always been somewhat of a concern to me, but I've tried to let it be as he refuses to get help.
My mom is very sweet and caring, but I would not call her meek. She's very strong-willed, but her conflict-management skills are pretty immature. She isn't especially intelligent, but she is clever, pragmatic, creative, and extremely talented in the arts. She's thrifty and very self-sufficient. She has been a full-time homemaker since I was very little and has relied on my father financially - however, she does EVERYTHING around the house and takes care of my dad. In all honesty, he would struggle without her.
Today, my mom called me while I was at work and told me that her and my dad were going to get a divorce. Obviously this was extremely upsetting to me, but this isn't the first time this word has been thrown around with them - just a few years ago, something like this happened but my parents resolved it. This time felt different. I left work early to drive over to their house and support my mom/talk about what was happening.
I found out that my dad had been threatening suicide over the last few days since my mom announced that she wanted to split. He left with a gun at one point and came back, saying that he was too coward. He ended up leaving again with the gun and getting a hotel room. He exchanged some texts with my mom, telling her that he would cash out his 401K and investment accounts for her so that she would be set, etc.. My mom called the police to do a welfare check and he texted my mom that there would be a "gun fight" if the police forced their way into his hotel room - luckily that did not happen. My mom and I talked about petitioning him into a crisis centepsychiatric hospital, but decided that wouldn't be wise because that would involve cops detaining him - my dad HATES cops, and quite frankly I don't think that those places are always the most helpful (especially in my state).
As if it wasn't upsetting enough that my dad is threatening suicide, my mom informed me that over the course of a year or so she has discovered that he has been living a "second life" of some sort. It started with her catching him with makeup residue on his face (after he had wiped it off) and also perusing through her lingerie. It evolved into her finding receipts for some incriminating items - an XXL skirt, anal plugs, hypnosis tapes for "becoming a woman". She ended up finding the skirt wadded up in his dresser along with a pair of her underwear that was stretched out as if he had worn it. My dad used to travel a lot for work - she found while going through his laptop that he would search for gay bars in the cities he travelled to, as well as some nudes he had taken of himself in hotel rooms. She also found a secret email account he had created that had a sexual theme and it seemed that he was on various dating apps.
She of course confronted him on this stuff. He apparently admitted to crossdressing as a way to "distract" himself from the stresses of life. He also admitted to searching gay bars and even driving to one, but swears he never actually went in because he felt so ashamed - my dad is openly homophobic. He denied everything else that she found on the laptop (email account, dating apps), saying that those happened as a result of hacking - I know this is bullshit. He promised my mom that he would stop crossdressing and would tell her if he ever felt the urge come on again. Well, sometime after that she found an entire stash of items in his workshop (he builds vintage race cars as a hobbY) - women's clothing (all sized for him), shoes, makeup, used sex toys (some smeared with lipstick), etc.. She also realized that several thousands of dollars in cash went missing. She is convinced that he is a closeted gay man, though I am a little hesitant to jump to that conclusion. Personally, I am very liberal when it comes to most everything and it strikes me as curiosity, a newly discovered kink, or sex addiction (or a combination of all).
My mom told him that she couldn't handle the lies and she stated that she wanted a divorce. This drove my dad to spiral into his suicidal ideation. My mom and I are both reluctant to go the hotel where he's staying to check on him, because again - he has a gun and he is hot tempered.
I really just want both of my parents to be happy. At this point, it is difficult for me to tell if my dad is putting on a show and being manipulative or if he is truly contemplating suicide. I am extremely concerned for him, and though he isn't aware that I know at this point - I would love my dad whether he was gay or not. My heart also hurts for my mom and I want her to be set free of this relationship so she can find peace and happiness.
Sorry, that was a lot. ):
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2020.11.14 02:42 Quirky-Motor Petite moms nude

You may know the name Laci Peterson, but do you know the names of the other women missing from Northern California? Around the time that pregnant Laci Peterson went missing, it has often been said that five other women pregnant women went missing from the Modesto area… But is this really the case?
Few months ago, I did an extensive two-part write-up on the case of Laci Peterson, a young pregnant woman from Modesto, California who was murdered by her husband Scott Peterson in 2002. For whatever reason this case has stayed in the public eye for almost two decades and although her husband is behind bars waiting execution for the murders of Laci and her unborn son, rumors still swirl online that Scott Peterson is innocent and was railroaded Modesto Police Department and the rabid media. If you are interested in this specific case, I would suggest you read my two-part right up which you can find here. https://www.reddit.com/UnresolvedMysteries/comments/ie57ja/extensive_twopart_write_up_on_the_murder_of_laci/ and https://www.reddit.com/UnresolvedMysteries/comments/ie5c6h/extensive_twopart_write_up_the_murder_of_laci/
In case you are unaware here's a brief rundown of Laci Peterson's case. Laci Rocha Peterson was 27 years old 2002. She was married to a 30-year-old man named Scott Peterson and the couple was expecting a baby in February of 2003. Christmas Eve 2002 Laci Peterson went missing and her husband Scott soon came under suspicion. Within days Scott was the prime suspect in Laci’s disappearance. The case of the pregnant mom to be and her handsome husband soon became a media sensation that garnered more attention than anyone ever would have expected. Within a couple of months, it emerged that Scott had had a number of affairs and was uninterested in being a father. Several years later he was convicted for the murder of his wife and son. Laci's body washed up on the shores of the San Francisco Bay less than a mile from where Scott Peterson was fishing on that fateful Christmas Eve, nearly 100 miles from the Petersons’’ home. Due to the passage of time only Laci's torso was found.
For reasons that are somewhat unclear to me, Scott has hundreds or even thousands of supporters online who are convinced of his innocence. Scott's family has paid for several documentaries to be made (Such as the ID network’s “The Murder of Laci Peterson”) that have painted Scott in a good light and made the jury and investigators look like bumbling idiots. Even though Scott has been in jail for 16 years, his supporters still rally around him and create Facebook pages, Innocence websites, petitions, and even primetime documentaries to tout his innocence.
One of their favorite things to bring up is the fact that five pregnant women went missing from the Modesto area within a couple of years Laci going missing. Many Scott supports have claimed that there was clearly a serial killer or a cult targeting pregnant women in the area and that this should create reasonable doubt regarding the guilt of Scott Peterson. Some defenders of Scott have even gone so far to say that all the women missing have similar characteristics. One Facebook page claims that all the missing women were pregnant and Hispanic or Hispanic- passing, like Laci*. On one of the Petersons’ family websites, it claims that many of the women were found in water, and were health conscious as well. If all these things were true, a serial killer would have be considered as a possibility in Laci’s case.
*Just to clarify, Laci was full Portuguese and passed for Hispanic. Her missing flyer even had to note that she was white, but did not look white.
The case discussed most extensively online is the case of Evelyn Fernandez whose headless body was also found washed up on the shores of San Francisco Bay. Various articles and documentaries have talked about the similarities between Evelyn's case and Laci's case, but they also point to these five, other mysterious women who went missing in Modesto during the same timeframe. Evelyn's case has gotten some media attention due to documentaries but it didn't seem like the other women had their stories documented anywhere.
The discovery of Evelyn’s case with circumstances which were so similar to Laci Peterson's disappearance, has also reminded people that attractive, white (or white looking), middle-class women get more media coverage than anyone else. The cases of people such as Evelyn fall by the wayside, meanwhile Laci's case is remembered decades later. And what about the other women? Surely, they deserve some attention as well.
Today, I planned on remembering the women that didn't get the media attention while also looking into the similarities and differences between these women’s cases and the case of Laci's murder, but I discovered something that I did not expect. These pregnant women so often talked about in documentaries and online simply don’t exist.
As many of us know, intimate partner violence is a major problem all over the world. Sadly pregnant women are more likely to be abused or killed by partner than non-pregnant women. Some studies have even shown that homicide is one of the leading causes of death for pregnant people. Most of the time the woman's current or ex romantic partner, and usually the father of the child she is carrying, is the perpetrator of these crimes. When I sat down to write this piece I expected to find stories that fit this scenario, however, this wasn’t the case.
The only information I could find was information on Evelyn and Laci. Begrudgingly, I decided to use the list on ssi.com (which stands For Scott is Innocent), and I found a list of 20 women on this website who the author (Scott’s family and the SPA team) claimed disappeared under similar circumstances to Laci “near” Modesto. However, as I began exploring these cases it quickly became apparent that a majority of the missing persons cases bore no resemblance at all the disappearance and murder of Laci Peterson. And the term “near Modesto” simply meant in California or Washington state. Most of the cases mentioned on the website are solved. But most importantly, some of the women on the list do not even exist and the citations provided for them are websites that don’t work or articles that don’t exist.
Some of the women listed were missing at one point but have since been found alive (1 or 2). Another group were women who were missing at one point but whose cases have now been solved (4). Some cases are mostly solved, but remain unprosecuted (6-7). A fourth group of women on the list, completely do not exist (6, although 2 appear to be a simple mistake). In other words only 4 or 5 of these cases have the potential to be related to the murder of Laci Peterson. Only three women on the list came from Modesto, none of whom were pregnant and two of the cases happened in the 1980s, decades before Laci vanished.
The people on this list come from different backgrounds, regions, races, and ages. Some were mothers or grandmothers, others were high schoolers. As far as I can tell, the five mysterious women who are all pregnant and missing from Modesto never existed. This false piece of information has been spread by Scott Peterson’s supporters for years. Not only is the narrative of a serial killer stalking the area false, it is incredibly rude and disrespectful to these women who have passed on. The Peterson family are using people’s daughters’, mothers’, and friends’ stories to create a false narrative in order to exonerate Scott Peterson, a family annihlator, who is exactly where he needs to be. Let’s look at these cases that are supposed to “prove” that pregnant women were going missing from the Modesto area. All names are taken from the SII website.
Jeannine Sanchez Harms of Los Gatos, California (90 miles from Modesto) went missing in July, 2001 after a night out. The 42 year old worked at a computer company and was not pregnant. Harms case was cold for a few years but has since been solved. Her killer, a spurned lover of Jeannine’s, has since passed away and the case is considered solved and closed.
Toni Clark of San Francisco was a senior in high school and a talented athlete in 1990. Clark was driving home one night when she was struck from behind by another vehicle and presumably flew into the San Francisco bay. Her body was never recovered and she is assumedly decreased. The driver of the other car was tried for vehicular manslaughter but was not convicted as Toni’s body was missing and the jury felt that the no one could prove that Toni had actually died. Toni was about six weeks pregnant at the time. Her case is tragic, but law enforcement believes it was nothing more than a fatal car crash.
Karen Modaffi is one of the women listed on SII.org but she doesn’t exist.
Kristen Smart, a Cal Poly student was a college freshman when she was last seen. She was not pregnant and lived 217 miles from Modesto. The main suspect in her case is a man named Paul Flores who was found to be in possession of some of Smart’s bloodied jewelry. He has never been charged in her case. Law enforcement has confirmed that this case is not related to Laci’s case.
Tera Smith was 16 years old and not pregnant in 1998 when she vanished from Redding, California, 250 miles north of Modesto. The blonde high schooler left her home one day to break up with her boyfriend- a married 29-year-old father. She never returned home and her body has never been found. Tera’s boyfriend was sentenced for statutory rape due to Tera’s age but has never been charged with her murder or disappearance. It is considered closed.
Heather Marie Carpenter was 22 years old in Aug 2003 when she attended a party, doomed to be her last. Carpenter was living in Redding (a five-hour drive from Modesto) and was not pregnant at the time of her death. Patrick Michael Larmour confessed to killing Carpenter and was sent to prison. The case is solved and closed.
Angelina Evans was last seen in Sacramento in May 2001 when she was 26 years old. She was seven to eight months pregnant. She went for a walk, and was never seen again. Very little information is available; however, the case does bear a resemblance to Laci Peterson’s story.
According to SII.org, Consuelo Lomeli, was apparently 8 months pregnant when she last seen in 2002 in Tulare, California. She apparently disappeared with three or four of her children. However, I can find no information on this case. The only place their names are mentioned at all are on a Charley Project blog post comment section with no additional information. It appears she was found alive. This case does not exist.
Guadalupe Areias like Consuelo above was apparently 8 months pregnant when she was last seen 11/26/2001 Longview, WA. However, this person again does not exist.
→ A little digging has led me to believe that Guadalupe they meant to mention was actually Guadalupe Castro who disappeared in Washington state after going to meet with her estranged husband, Gergorio. Sadly, Guadalupe and her older daughter Agueda age 3, have never been located. Gregorio fled the area and has not been seen since shortly after the disappearance of his family. He is considered the prime suspect.
Jeanette Gomez Espeleta of Fullerton, California, a five-hour drive from Modesto, was last seen in November 1998. She was 8 months pregnant. Jeanette was excited to be a mom and had a baby shower planned when she went missing. Jeanette’s ex-boyfriend who was purportedly the father of her unborn child, confessed to killing her and dumping her body in the ocean. He took investigators to the place he dumped her body and although her body was not recovered, he is in prison and the case is considered closed.
Ornaith Murphy and her husband Kieran Murphey were both last seen 12/16/2001 aboard their vessel Sola III which was docked in Jack London Square, near Oakland. The couple were both Irish nationals in their 50s. Ornaith was not pregnant. She and her husband are believed to be lost at sea or victims of a murder suicide. Either way this case does not bear resemblance to Laci’s murder in any way shape or form.
Wendy Jamie Abrams-Nishikai was last seen in Berkeley in 1989. She was not pregnant at the time. Very little information is available.
Amparo Aguilar, age approximately 18, was purportedly last seen in 1999 East Palo Alto. Very little information is available. This woman may be no longer missing, meaning that this case, does not exist.
Kristen Modafferi went missing June 23rd 1997 in San Francisco. She was attending summer classes at UC Berkeley and she was not pregnant at the time. Kristen’s case is odd but there is a prime suspect in her case.
Kathy Irene Sweet, 32, had been dead only a few hours when a Stanislaus County sheriff's deputy found her nude body inside a pickup parked in a north Modesto almond orchard Jan. 14, 1998. She was not pregnant at the time of her death. Her death is believed to be homicide but no other information is available besides one Facebook post from the California DOJ. This case in Modesto bears little resemblance to Laci’s case.
Teiaar Nakea Rowe of Stockton, California was 24 years old when a farm worker found her body dumped in an almond orchard. Teiaar was not pregnant when she passed away. The only information on her case is one Facebook post, and one find a grave memorial.
Lynsie Ekelund, was a physically disabled college student in her early 20s when she disappeared from Placentia, California a six-hour drive from Modesto. She was not pregnant. Her 2001 disappearance was solved after a confession from a man named Christopher Michael McAmis who led investigators to her body. Her case is considered solved and closed.
Ruth Bender, 33, was last seen getting into a green van at the Greyhound bus station in Modesto in 1986, according to the SII.website but his woman does not exist.
→ I believe the woman they tried to profile was actually 15-year-old Susan Robin Bender who went missing in Modesto after getting into someone’s car in 1986. Susan was acquainted with Loren Hertzog, a serial killer and he is presumed to be her killer. An old friend of Susan’s is also a suspect.
Ruth Leamon, 16, went to a Modesto store for a soda in 1982 and never returned. Like Susan, Ruth knew Loren Herzog and he is presumed to be her killer. Leamon was not pregnant when she went missing. Herzog and his accomplice, Wesley Shermantain were in jail at the time of Laci’s disappearance.
Evelyn Hernandez - See information below. Law Enforcement has a prime suspect and the case is considered solved, but not closed.
All in all, four of the women’s cases are solved and closed (Lynsie Ekelund, Jeanette Gomez Espeleta, Jeannine Sanchez Harms, and Heather Carpenter). Seven cases are not closed but have been practically solved (Tera Smith, Ruth Leamon, Susan Bender, Kristen Smart, Kristen Modafferi, and Toni Clark). Five cases-Karen Modaffi, Consuelo Lomeli, Guadalupe Areias, Ruth Bender, and Amparo Aguilar-do not exist at all. Aguilar and Lomeli may have been located alive. Ornaith died at sea in what was most likely an accident.
The only cases that are unsolved are, Teiaar Nakea Rowe, Kathy Sweet, and Angelina Evans, Wendy Abrams-Nishikai, and of course Evelyn Hernandez. Let’s take a closer look.
The Unsolved
Teiaar Rowe was found dead in Stockton, California in an almond orchard. Rowe was 24 or 25 years old at the time. She was clad in only a black-and-white skirt. Detectives said they believe someone dumped Teiaar Nakea Rowe's body in an orchard after killing her elsewhere. The San Joaquin County Sheriff's Department located Rowe's car in south Stockton. Rowe left behind a husband, four siblings, and several children. Her cause of death was stabbing. Rowe was a similar age to Laci, but she was not pregnant. Rowe was also African American and she was not found in or near the water. If you have any information on Rowe’s case, please call the San Joaquin county sheriff’s office cold case unit at (209) 468-5087.
Kathy Irene Sweet was found dead inside her boyfriend’s truck in north Modesto in 1998. Kathy’s boyfriend has been questioned and partially cleared by the sheriff’s office. Sweet was in her 30s at the time of death. Sweet also used the name Kathy Irene Meadows and sometimes went by the name Cindy. She was not pregnant, she was white, and she was not in water. Tragically, there is only one Facebook post on this case; that is the only information available. Please call Stanislaus area crime stoppers at 209-521-4636 if you have information on this crime.
Angelina Evans was 26 years old when she was last seen in Sacramento, California in May, 2001. From the Charley Project,
“Witnesses saw Evans get into a pickup truck painted black with primer. She has never been heard from again. Evans's family members told authorities that it is uncharacteristic of her to leave without warning. A baby was abandoned shortly after Evans was reported missing, leading to speculation that she was the child's mother. That theory has never been confirmed. Evans's case remains unsolved. Evans's family says she was associating with a rough crowd at the time of her disappearance. She is a Hiram Johnson High School dropout who left behind five children when she disappeared. She was living in a motel on Stockton Boulevard in Sacramento.”
Like Laci, Angelina was pregnant and in her mid-20s. However, she is not Hispanic or Hispanic passing nor was she found in water. Angelina was believed to be a doe who was found in a burnt-out dumpster in June, 2001, but DNA has ruled it out. If you have any information about Angelina’s disappearance please call the Sacramento Police Department at 916-264-7895 or 916-264-5655. This case unlike the others is somewhat similar to Laci’s case.
Wendy Jamie Abrams-Nishikai, age 21 was a UC Berkeley student with a young daughter. Wendy was last seen on Halloween 1989. She was not pregnant at the time. Although her race is listed as white, she could pass for other races such as Asian or Hispanic/Latina. Abrams-Nishikai is still missing and very little information is available in her case. If you have information please contact the Berkeley Police Department at 510-981-5938.
Evelyn Hernandez- For years, Evelyn has been called the other Laci. Her case was first compared to Laci’s case by attorney Matt Dalton who was briefly a member of Scott Peterson’s defense team.
Evelyn Hernandez was an immigrant from El Salvador who was living in San Francisco in 2002. She was 24 years old and had a five-year-old son named Alexis who she was raising on her own. Alexis’ father was a man in a navy who Evelyn had briefly dated but he was no longer in Evelyn or Alexis’ lives. By age 24 Evelyn was working in the medical profession and was dating a mechanic named Herman Aguilera. Evelyn was 39 weeks pregnant in May 2002, when she was last seen at a convenience store near her boyfriend’s home. Some sources say she was last seen at her son’s school on the same day. At the time Evelyn had just discovered that Herman, the man she had been seeing for quite some time, was actually married. According to family members, Herman was upset that Evelyn was pregnant and told his friends that he didn’t want another child. On May 7th, 2002 Herman reported Evelyn and Alexis missing. In July a pair of legs and a torso washed up on the shore of the Bay only a few blocks from Aguilera’s work place. DNA testing showed that the body was Evelyn’s. Herman immediately “lawyered up” and his wife provided him with a rock-solid alibi. Herman has since left the area but law enforcement has always considered him the prime suspect in the murder of Evelyn and the disappearance of her son Alexis. Tragically, the body of Evelyn’s full-term baby boy, Fernando, has never been located. Please call the San Francisco Police Department at 415-553-1071 if you have any information.
This story is all too tragic, and the parallels to Laci’s case are astounding. Evelyn and Laci were about the same age. Both women were hugely pregnant. Both were recovered from San Francisco Bay, headless and armless. But most importantly, neither appear to be the work of a cult or serial killer, rather both were most likely victims of domestic violence. Evelyn’s case may mirror the case of Laci but it does not prove that pregnant women were disappearing without a trace. Besides this story, none of the other women disappeared or died in circumstances similar to Laci Peterson.
Let’s look now at the cases of the pregnant women
Toni Clark died it was likely a tragic car accident in San Francisco, 90 miles from Modesto.
Guadalupe Castro was last seen in Washington state, 1000s of miles from Modesto, and her husband is most likely to blame.
Jeanette Gomez Espeleta’s case has been solved. Again, her boyfriend was perpetrator. And she lived in San Diego area, not anywhere near Modesto.
Angelina Evans’ case is a little like Laci’s but there is not enough evidence to know anything for sure.
Evelyn Fernandez’s case is similar to Laci’s but her boyfriend is the most likely suspect.
What about those in Modesto?
Kathy Sweet was not pregnant and was in her 30s when she was found dead in Modesto. Very little is known about this case- but it doesn’t bear any resemblance to Laci’s disappearance and murder.
Susan Robin Bender age 15 from Modesto went missing in Modesto after getting into someone’s car in 1986 at the bus station. Susan was not pregnant. Susan was acquainted with Loren Hertzog and Wesley Shermaintine, a serial killer pair who are presumed to be her killers. An old friend of Susan’s is also a suspect. (Shermantine and Herzog, the Speed Freak Killers, were in jail at the time of Laci’s disappearance.)
Ruth Leamon, 16, went to a Modesto store for a soda in 1982 and never returned. Like Susan Ruth knew Loren Herzog and he is presumed to be her killer. Leamon was not pregnant when she went missing. She is also white and the case does not resemble Laci’s case
Conclusion
In conclusion, I set out to write up the cases of the missing pregnant women from the Modesto area but instead I discovered something stranger. After reading about all these people and looking into the unsolved cases, I think it is safe to say that the missing, pregnant Modesto women don’t exist and the outcry about a serial killer being involved in the murders of Laci or Evelyn, was not a misunderstanding. It was a well calculated, fear mongering tactic used to by the Peterson family to create doubt that simply doesn’t exist. And the media ate it up like a salacious sex scandal. So, the next time your friend tries to convince you that Scott Peterson was nothing more than an adulterer, and that a serial killer or satanic cult was actually to blame, remind them that the victims of the killer don’t even exist. And without victims there isn’t a crime spree.
Sources
http://charleyproject.org/case/ornaith-murphy
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Speed_Freak_Killers
https://www.nih.gov/news-events/news-releases/homicide-leading-cause-pregnancy-associated-death-louisiana
http://charleyproject.org/case/alexis-geraldo-hernandez
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Disappearance_of_Kristen_Modafferi
https://www.altaonline.com/dispatches/a5143/a-tale-of-two-killings/
http://charleyproject.org/case/wendy-jamie-abrams-nishikai
http://pwc-sii.com/Research/research/serial.htm
https://www.sjgov.org/sheriff/coldcases/03-17268.pdf
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2020.11.06 00:58 Dionysius-I Petite moms nude

What is art? An artist who does not wrestle with this question has yet to be born as an artist, and one who has stopped, has died. A ceaseless search for the truth. Each poem a reflection, each painting a mirror, all held up to man, so that he might see his own face. Tonight, that mirror was held before my very own face.
I looked out of my window into the night sky, and the moon blinded me. I felt excellent. It was finally complete, I was complete. What would I see when I looked at it? Every stroke I made with these two hands. It has been 3 years, 2 months and 7 days since I started it, and not a single stroke could I forget.
It started on the day I returned to Yale. It was not in a traditional art class that I found my inspiration, but rather in a philosophy class. In my theory of aesthetics class, we’d been looking at the relationship between morality and art. We discussed what writers and philosophers, such as Tolstoy, Gardner, Gass and Devereaux, have had to say about it. Tolstoy and Gardner were the moralists; they argued that good art was art that served to teach and instill moral values. For them, art was moral expression; through art we tackled and resolved moral conundrums. It was on these grounds that my professor, Dr. Draychus, started a dialogue on the artist Balthus. Feeding us a slideshow of Balthus’s work, he posed a question to us: was there something morally wrong with his works, and if so, did this affect their quality as works of art?
The controversy of Balthus’s paintings, was that at the heart of each of them, was a nude, underaged girl. Nevertheless, they had a dreamlike quality, and when your eyes met them you fell into a mild stupor. Gardner would deny this Beauty, finding its immorality to stand in the way, as would my classmates. But I, the artist and seeker of truth among them, found refuge in the words of Gass, “Goodness knows nothing of Beauty,” so morality proved no barrier for my appreciation. At least, that’s how it was at first, but a single painting changed all of this. While clicking through the slideshow, my professor stopped at the painting,
. So innocent, so pure, so forbidden, and so beautiful, it stopped my heart. Her hair was soft and brown, her features so pure… her form so angelic. The rapture herself! She played with a toy bird as she lay on her bed, being peered at by a cat, appearing on the scene as if something from a dream. Perhaps Gass wasn’t wrong about goodness, but evil had much to say about Beauty. Of all the theories discussed in that class, the correct one was never mentioned: it was the immorality in a work of art that allowed it to be beautiful.
What I realized in the moment of seeing
, that all my peers missed, was that the dreamlike quality of Balthus’s work didn’t exist in spite of its morally questionable portrayal of young girls, but because of it. Removing the young girls from his art and expecting it to keep its aesthetic value would be like removing the caffeine from coffee and expecting it to give the same rush of energy. What the artist sought wasn’t imitation like Plato would suggest, what the artist sought was something more real than reality. The artist sought at the forbidden that lie behind veils. Art was a great unveiling. It was the unseen caffeine in coffee brought to the forefront.
That day I painted my first stroke. I tasted fear, and I tasted desire. An artist could never put out there, what wasn’t in here. Sin was a necessary component of good art, so it was also necessary for good artists. That first stroke, I could’ve never made until the day Balthus awoke me from my slumber. Just like I couldn’t make the final stroke without doing the deed.
I began with Balthus, but the bridge to Beauty was paved with depravity after depravity that would make Balthus look the saint. Next, I would find myself studying Milton’s epic poem, Paradise Lost. Not a depraved work by any means, but the role of Satan as a sympathizable, perhaps even protagonistic character drew me in. Perhaps Milton did not intend him to be the hero of the story, but for my reading he was. Prideful and courageous, capable of defying the world itself without wincing a pinch at eternal damnation. One who would not be shackled by fear, by morals, and who was only limited by the asymptotes of his own process of overcoming. He was the Nietzschean hero in every right. It was not God, nor Adam nor Eve, that made Paradise Lost a story worth reading, but Satan. Just as it was not the good that made art beautiful, but the perverse and the forbidden. Another stroke and another stroke would be added to my work.
Gaining the confidence now to delve further, I picked up the poems of Aleister Crowley, and a study of his philosophy as well as his rituals. I studied serial killers and their patterns, watched their interviews. I listened to the blackest and deathliest metal I could find. For some this might’ve represented a youthful goth phase, long to be forgotten shortly after, but for me, the serious artist and intellectual, this was but research. I traversed immorality, sinking into its deepest corners, all for the sake of Beauty. Stroke after stroke after stroke, but I could not cross the bridge with research alone. I needed to not only look at the world that existed beyond the horizon of morality, I had to walk beyond it.
What I sought was not the shallow for show immorality of black metal, nor the barely aesthetic immorality of Satanist and serial killers, nor the restraint that held the hands of great artists like Balthus and Milton. With the fervor with which Faust sought for knowledge, I sought for a Beauty no less than his enlightenment, even if like him it meant I had to sell my soul to the starved hounds of hell. On the bridge paved with the bodies of artist and immoralist alike, it was I who was tasked with the final stepping over.
“Is everything alright, Emile,” asked my professor. I struggled to open my eyes, and light broke through the darkness. Triangles, squares, circles, and unshaped colors covered my range of vision. “Emile?” he said again.
“Oh…” I said, as the white, black and beige blurs started to take the shape of a face. “Oh, Dr. Celine.”“Yes, I asked if everything was alright, Emile?”
“Yes, yes, everything is quite alright, professor,” I said, raising slightly from my chair, but sitting back down as I found myself to be of light head.
“Well then, I’ll be frank with you Emile. Last year, when you took my course on modernist art, I was quite impressed with your work.”
“Oh, I’m sure you kid, professor,” I said, looking around his office and taking in the blurry works of art held by its white walls.
“I do not, and that’s why I’ve called you here today. It’s a shame, truly, so much promise, and yet you won’t complete a single assignment. And you say that nothing is wrong? I don’t understand.” What happened next, I couldn’t remember, just that I had the vague notion that he was not the only professor to make these observations.
It was not just my professors, but my friends as well, and eventually my family. I had no time for their trifles, I had to commit to my research. For every stroke there were days of labor, and what seemed, years of evolution. They all said they were concerned, some left me messages even weeks after I’d stopped responding. They didn't understand. No one understood, no one but me and those that came before. After the first year, I’d lost most of my contacts, and ceased going to my classes completely. The first year was easy, the second harder, and nothing could prepare me for the third and what came after. Even then I knew it would be this way, I knew that my work required a deed to be finalized, a deed more wicked than any I’d studied. The obsessions of the first year were but the honeymoon, while the deed would be the culmination of every struggle, every desire, every insight, every stroke, all into one great act of evil. One pandemonium of release!
I stared at the white wall of my apartment, then back at my canvas, finally I rested it on the beige patterns of the floor. After staring some immeasurable time, lost in those bleak beige patterns, a whim turned my eyes to the window. I saw the snow falling, ah, it must’ve been winter. It was white and barren, both the winter and my mind. Unlike the spring of my awakening that produced stroke after stroke, I found myself frozen during its winter, unable to will myself to shower or comb my hair or walk or read or think or understand, just as I was unable to paint. I’d reached a deadlock.
My admittance to Yale was under review, so I was not allowed to take any classes. Furthermore, I had to explain this to my parents, whose names I could now only recall when it was convenient. The whole of my winter was spent in my bed, only leaving it when I had to. Either for food, or to call home to my parents and convince them to keep sending money. All I did was necessary. I suffered no enjoyments, no studies, no arts, no pleasures of any kind, my soul would not permit it. Tangled up in an unsolvable equation, I could not move no matter how sincerely I fought it’s webs.
My mind remembered the year before, the pleasures I felt at each new enlightenment, and at each stroke that corresponded. My mind remembered the novelty of my newly found obsession, and the boundlessness of my search for truth and Beauty. It was as if I stood before the fountain of all true and beautiful, able to drink of it if only I desired. Well my fountain had run dry, and I stuck out my tongue, still waiting for its water. At first at least, but by the end of winter, my barren hope had gone to be replaced by despair. The spring that followed was one that came only to nature, the ice that froze my mind had only grown colder.
By this point it’d now been nearly two full years since I’d started my quest, and as the second year was coming to a close, I’d still yet to make a single stroke, or even divine what would be needed to let me. I’d stood at a crossroads. Like the lover who once found their love to be so overflowing and easy but was now caved within the very cavern of the love they once adored. The lover could try and escape the cavern, their love now finding itself to be difficult, or they could devote their self to the labors of loving, be it winter or spring. Would I leave my love for ease, or devote and marry myself to Beauty? The former was easier, more pleasant in every way, but the latter held in it something beyond pleasure, beyond ease and beyond even happiness. The lover who commits himself to the event of love, never straying when it dulls, hardens, or chills, at the expense of his ease gains for it the Eternal. That was the difference between the dalliances, destined to waste away, and the Eternal Love that never dies.
Would I give up because I could not find a single stroke in nearly a year? Would I give up because my obsession that once gave me life paralyzed my very soul? Because it shone like a star, making me lose sight of all else, and now was the source of my torment? Because I could not stretch, blink, or breathe without thinking of it and being reminded of my paralysis? Would I choose ease, or would I seek the Eternal? To give up, at times it began to feel so easy, so natural, but to divert my eyes from my awakening would be the death of me as an artist. Paralyzed, and lulled to death by its ease, would that become of me?
It was in search of an answer to this question that I sought the counsel of an old friend. No one understood, but myself. But it was her, her who understood me better than myself.
“What’s with you? You don’t speak to me for nearly two years, and now you wanna get coffee?” I glanced around the table, taking in the dull browns and blacks of the cafe. It was called The Black Afternoon. The lighting was low. Not a bad theme, but it was too simplistic. Not enough shades of black, not enough shades of brown, not enough variety.
“Are you listening? There you go again, staring off into space like always… oh what am I gonna do with you Emi?”
“Uniformity amidst variety, do you remember which philosopher coined that phrase?”
“Hutcheson, remember, it was you who kept blabbering about all that nonsense when you took that aesthetic theory class or whatever it was.”
“You remembered,” I said, a small smile appearing. If it had to do with me, she always remembered.
“Yeah… I missed you a lot you know…”
“I need your help.”
“Huh? Is something wrong.”
“Very,” I said, as a waiter handed us our coffees, his apron was brown, and the shirt underneath was black. Simple.
“What is it?” I finally took a chance to look at her. She wore a rose-pink shirt with a daffodil where her chest was. Her white kitten purse was a bit more interesting, at its center was a black dot for a nose and black lines for whiskers. What really brought it out was the background, there amidst a white night, colors shone like stars. My eyes met her hazel eyes and made their way around her pale face and the icy blonde curls of her hair. Very close… but not quite, immensely agreeable, but not beautiful. The agreeable and the Beautiful were like earth and heaven, even the most profound earthly pleasure could never compare to the faintest heavenly bliss. “Emi?”
“Ah, sorry, I was thinking about that shirt.”
“Oh, you mean mine? Still so absentminded huh? You know what this shirt reminds me of?” Agreeable times, agreeable times I’m sure. “Of that time I made you stay up all night and watch cartoons with me, it was the first time I wore this shirt… knew you’d find it cute, and that you’d just find me adorable sitting there in my little daffodil shirt watching Curious George.”
“You were… you are adorable, Sofie.”
“Emi… I missed you so much, how could you?” She said as her face creased. She was always so agreeable when sad… sometimes beautiful.
“I had no choice.”
“Your work? But you still could’ve stayed, you could’ve texted me and we didn’t have to hang out all the time like we used to, I could’ve given you space and we could’ve we could’ve we could’ve…”
“I had no choice.”
“Do you still love me?”
“I love Art.”
“I know Emi, I know. The way you look when you’re painting… the innocence of a child in your smile, I never made you that way… sometimes I think that’s why I love you so much, that look on your face while you’re painting, that one look.”
“Sofie, I need your help.” Beautiful, so beautiful, that look of anguish, the piercing Dionysian Real disrupting the Apollonic harmony she held. In the moment of her grief, she transcended. When she looked like this, I loved her too. I ran my hand through her curls and smiled, “Sofie, I need you to give me back my smile.”
My next memory was of discovering myself on the sofa of her living room drinking tea.
“What day is it?” I asked. I took in the aroma of tea as I looked at the white walls, the beige carpet of the floor, and the gray doors. Just when I thought her apartment would lull me to sleep it forced itself into my spirit, Le Danse. It was plastered above the tv and to the left of it, terrible placement. Le Danse, Le Danse, Le Danse! The pagan glory of the nude forms dancing and holding hands, it gave meaning to the arrangement of whites and grays that it found itself within.
“Oh, it’s Saturday, April 23rd, why? By the way, do you like the tea I made? I made it just the way you like, jasmine tea with the slightest drops of lemon.”
“Le Danse, you like it?”
“Haha, well you always spoke on and on about the ‘Great Henri Matisse,’ so I figured you’d like it.” Of course, not an aesthetic bone in the poor girl’s body, at least she learned to imitate my good taste. I have perhaps never met a more agreeable woman in my life. I looked over into the kitchen at her, at her mint green apron, at the rose in its center, at the blush pink shirt beneath it, and the flamingo pink skirt patterned with black dots below it. Never a woman more agreeable.
“Dinner’s ready,” she said, after a long silence. I looked at each kernel of fried rice, at each sliced bit of green onion, at each of the thin pieces of ginger and the way they all arranged. “Is fried rice still one of your favorite meals? I couldn’t choose between it and lasagna; I didn’t know which you’d like the best.” I began to eat, fried rice was my favorite, more specifically, her fried rice. “This reminds me of how I used to always order for you when we went to restaurants, you trusted me because I knew your taste even better than you did, hehe.” I ate some more.
She put her bowl down on the table. The table was black and wooden. After eating for a while, I turned to examine the sofa, it was boring and brown, just like every other grey, white, black or brown of her apartment. Something was out of place though, ah, she wasn’t there anymore. I ate some more.
“Hey Emi, sorry bout that, just wanted to get more comfy,” she said. She was now in a pink butterfly onesie, purple wings hung on its back and the black buttons that kept it together made it quite appealing. “Will you watch cartoons with me?”
“Cartoons? Hmm?”
“Emi, please, will you watch them with me?”
“Well, I don’t know…”
“Please Emi, please, can we watch Winx Club together, I promise to keep being good,” she said, making her best puppy dog face. So very agreeable.
“Alright… I’ll watch it with you, but only because you’ve behaved so well today, making my favorite dish like that,” I said to her, petting her head as her face lit up. After we finished eating, she fell snug into my arms and I held her as we watched the trite garbage that passed for tv known as the Winx Club. I remembered all the other nights like this with her, how I’d call her my little princess, how beautiful it was when she cried, how agreeable she was, how good my little princess was. That was a pleasant time in my life, pleasant times were something I’d forsaken for nearly 2 years. Was it worth it? Would I sacrifice this once again just to keep the slightest chance at achieving Beauty alive? I did come to her for an answer after all, is this pleasant feeling my answer?
“Your little princess feels so safe when her daddy holds her.” I bent down and kissed her head.
“Daddy’s gonna keep his little princess safe and sound, alright?” This pleasantness broke my spell, calling her my little princess again, when just a moment ago she was worthless to me, all was worthless except my work. A pleasant death… Sofie’s pleasant house or Balthus’s Eternal Chateau? No, I mustn’t give up so soon, love was not just a shining light on a warm spring day, it was that which survived the coldest winters, if only you had the faith to persevere. I stood on the cusp of surrendering to ease and pleasantry, to my little princess, to the guaranteed agreeable. Beauty, why hast thou forsaken me!?
“S-Sofie?”“Louise, I told you to stay in your room while I had company over today, I told you to never leave, to never leave it. What are you doing here?” said Sofie. I averted my eyes from Sofie and looked up at the girl called Louise. I am the resurrection and the life. The one who believes in me will live, even though they die; and whoever lives by believing in me will never die. Do you believe this? John 11:25-26 Beauty has not forsaken me, crucified on a cross of pleasantry, my love has revived me so that I may live in the eternity of Beauty. A poem or perhaps a psalm appeared before my mind:

My daemon child who be so queer and fair My moonlit sonata who echoes near My reverie do lie inside your hair Whose tufts spin curls upon the lunar year Your hour, in that eternal moon reside Who patron’s nymphs and fauns and fae alike But none as you, dear Beauty oft denied For within hand you hold that Eden’s psych So lost between our birth and elder days The Balthusian delight that burned the bush Who bid me kneel and to new sins give praise Oh seraph’s light who from above gives push Do moan the call to break the chains of law And plunge within forbidden seas of awe! 
Sofie, except she was so young, so forbidden, the ripe fruit of our paradise lost.
“Oh… you’re smiling,” said Sofie, watching me. I awoke from my reverie when Louise began to walk away.
“Wait, Louise, right?”
“Sofie, why is he staring at me like that?”
“Louise! Emi I’m so sorry you have to tole--”
“Le Danse, do you know it?” I said. She looked at me with curiosity, retreating back into the hall. My eyes followed her, my resurrection, the Dionysian angel who revealed to me the kingdom of heaven.
“What did you come here for?” said Sofie.
“I’m sorry… I just wanted to know if you had dinner ready,” sung the virgin of my reveries.
“Alright, just go on back to your room, I’ll bring dinner in a bit.” She walked, she waltzed, she fluttered, she flew, she giggled, she wiggled, back to her tree of knowledge, oh forbidden fruit.
The minutes, the days, the hours, the seconds, oh how they flew by, like trees on a forest drive. The end was all I wanted, all that I dreamt. So near, the fears, the tears, so clear, so close, right here. The sound and fury of heaven I hear! Stroke, stroke, stroke, ahhhh, stroke after stroke after stroke, I wept, I broke, ohhh each stroke. The colors, the lights, the words, the memories, like trees on a forest drive, like trees they all flew by.
“Mom died, mom died, mom died,” oh how grateful I am to thee, ye reaper who have brought the virgin to me. “I’ve taken care of her since.” Oh how you forget your role, oh sister of the angel who saved my soul. Though lusted for by thieves, now my smile never leaves. “Oh how I wept.” Oh how I leapt! “Since it I have never slept, and it was on the year my PhD thesis was due.” Oh antithesis and synthesis, transcendent virgin, wrought by a cruel angel. Blue and cold, Red and hot, death and birth, forged my work so true. My femme fatale, my magnum opus, my kosmos, my celestial star, my dream, my heaven, how they died to birth my thesis, so cruel. So lucid was my memory, so fluid was my reverie. A single memory, Pavane pour une infante défunte, Le Danse, Le Danse.
“I’ll stay here, for you Sofie,” a truth set free, a lie, a pretense. That beautiful face, that anguish, a smile on my face, your tragedy. Pavane pour une infante défunte, no one dances for Sofie, cursed by Emile. Le Danse pour une chère petite infante. Pavane pour deux princesses défunte. My fragile soul, torn apart, by the Beauty of this wondrous night. My morning star penetrates the dark heaven, a prism of 7 colors lights my path, the journey of the artist. La conquête.
I saw my face in the mirror of the moon, it blinded me. Soon too soon, I averted my gaze, too soon. I swooned, I fawned, I gasped, I grasped, but could not touch. I touched but could not gaze upon the flower that I grazed. I gazed oh I did! I gazed, I gazed upon la peinture, but not la princesse. Oh how I gazed! Oh I braved to gaze upon my morning star. Oh how I raced, oh how I chased, but could not place my eyes upon the fruit I did taste. Upon la princesse, upon my rapture, my inferno, my reverie, my nightmare! My Divine Comedy! La conquête!
I gazed upon the day of judgement, upon the rapture, the ruin of my very soul, all within her empty eyes. If our souls have trembled like a harp string just once all eternity was affirmed. Oh Nietzsche, how the soul of your child trembles. My knees fell to the ground as if in repentance, the flood broke forth from my eyes.
Pavane for a Dead Princess.

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Pavane pour Emile
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What is art? An artist who does not wrestle with this question has yet to be born as an artist, and one who has stopped, has died. A ceaseless search for the truth. Each poem a reflection, each painting a mirror, all held up to man, so that he might see his own face. Tonight, that mirror was held before my very own face.
I looked out of my window into the night sky, and the moon blinded me. I felt excellent. It was finally complete, I was complete. What would I see when I looked at it? Every stroke I made with these two hands. It has been 3 years, 2 months and 7 days since I started it, and not a single stroke could I forget.
It started on the day I returned to Yale. It was not in a traditional art class that I found my inspiration, but rather in a philosophy class. In my theory of aesthetics class, we’d been looking at the relationship between morality and art. We discussed what writers and philosophers, such as Tolstoy, Gardner, Gass and Devereaux, have had to say about it. Tolstoy and Gardner were the moralists; they argued that good art was art that served to teach and instill moral values. For them, art was moral expression; through art we tackled and resolved moral conundrums. It was on these grounds that my professor, Dr. Draychus, started a dialogue on the artist Balthus. Feeding us a slideshow of Balthus’s work, he posed a question to us: was there something morally wrong with his works, and if so, did this affect their quality as works of art?
The controversy of Balthus’s paintings, was that at the heart of each of them, was a nude, underaged girl. Nevertheless, they had a dreamlike quality, and when your eyes met them you fell into a mild stupor. Gardner would deny this Beauty, finding its immorality to stand in the way, as would my classmates. But I, the artist and seeker of truth among them, found refuge in the words of Gass, “Goodness knows nothing of Beauty,” so morality proved no barrier for my appreciation. At least, that’s how it was at first, but a single painting changed all of this. While clicking through the slideshow, my professor stopped at the painting,
. So innocent, so pure, so forbidden, and so beautiful, it stopped my heart. Her hair was soft and brown, her features so pure… her form so angelic. The rapture herself! She played with a toy bird as she lay on her bed, being peered at by a cat, appearing on the scene as if something from a dream. Perhaps Gass wasn’t wrong about goodness, but evil had much to say about Beauty. Of all the theories discussed in that class, the correct one was never mentioned: it was the immorality in a work of art that allowed it to be beautiful.
What I realized in the moment of seeing
, that all my peers missed, was that the dreamlike quality of Balthus’s work didn’t exist in spite of its morally questionable portrayal of young girls, but because of it. Removing the young girls from his art and expecting it to keep its aesthetic value would be like removing the caffeine from coffee and expecting it to give the same rush of energy. What the artist sought wasn’t imitation like Plato would suggest, what the artist sought was something more real than reality. The artist sought at the forbidden that lie behind veils. Art was a great unveiling. It was the unseen caffeine in coffee brought to the forefront.
That day I painted my first stroke. I tasted fear, and I tasted desire. An artist could never put out there, what wasn’t in here. Sin was a necessary component of good art, so it was also necessary for good artists. That first stroke, I could’ve never made until the day Balthus awoke me from my slumber. Just like I couldn’t make the final stroke without doing the deed.
I began with Balthus, but the bridge to Beauty was paved with depravity after depravity that would make Balthus look the saint. Next, I would find myself studying Milton’s epic poem, Paradise Lost. Not a depraved work by any means, but the role of Satan as a sympathizable, perhaps even protagonistic character drew me in. Perhaps Milton did not intend him to be the hero of the story, but for my reading he was. Prideful and courageous, capable of defying the world itself without wincing a pinch at eternal damnation. One who would not be shackled by fear, by morals, and who was only limited by the asymptotes of his own process of overcoming. He was the Nietzschean hero in every right. It was not God, nor Adam nor Eve, that made Paradise Lost a story worth reading, but Satan. Just as it was not the good that made art beautiful, but the perverse and the forbidden. Another stroke and another stroke would be added to my work.
Gaining the confidence now to delve further, I picked up the poems of Aleister Crowley, and a study of his philosophy as well as his rituals. I studied serial killers and their patterns, watched their interviews. I listened to the blackest and deathliest metal I could find. For some this might’ve represented a youthful goth phase, long to be forgotten shortly after, but for me, the serious artist and intellectual, this was but research. I traversed immorality, sinking into its deepest corners, all for the sake of Beauty. Stroke after stroke after stroke, but I could not cross the bridge with research alone. I needed to not only look at the world that existed beyond the horizon of morality, I had to walk beyond it.
What I sought was not the shallow for show immorality of black metal, nor the barely aesthetic immorality of Satanist and serial killers, nor the restraint that held the hands of great artists like Balthus and Milton. With the fervor with which Faust sought for knowledge, I sought for a Beauty no less than his enlightenment, even if like him it meant I had to sell my soul to the starved hounds of hell. On the bridge paved with the bodies of artist and immoralist alike, it was I who was tasked with the final stepping over.
“Is everything alright, Emile,” asked my professor. I struggled to open my eyes, and light broke through the darkness. Triangles, squares, circles, and unshaped colors covered my range of vision. “Emile?” he said again.
“Oh…” I said, as the white, black and beige blurs started to take the shape of a face. “Oh, Dr. Celine.”“Yes, I asked if everything was alright, Emile?”
“Yes, yes, everything is quite alright, professor,” I said, raising slightly from my chair, but sitting back down as I found myself to be of light head.
“Well then, I’ll be frank with you Emile. Last year, when you took my course on modernist art, I was quite impressed with your work.”
“Oh, I’m sure you kid, professor,” I said, looking around his office and taking in the blurry works of art held by its white walls.
“I do not, and that’s why I’ve called you here today. It’s a shame, truly, so much promise, and yet you won’t complete a single assignment. And you say that nothing is wrong? I don’t understand.” What happened next, I couldn’t remember, just that I had the vague notion that he was not the only professor to make these observations.
It was not just my professors, but my friends as well, and eventually my family. I had no time for their trifles, I had to commit to my research. For every stroke there were days of labor, and what seemed, years of evolution. They all said they were concerned, some left me messages even weeks after I’d stopped responding. They didn't understand. No one understood, no one but me and those that came before. After the first year, I’d lost most of my contacts, and ceased going to my classes completely. The first year was easy, the second harder, and nothing could prepare me for the third and what came after. Even then I knew it would be this way, I knew that my work required a deed to be finalized, a deed more wicked than any I’d studied. The obsessions of the first year were but the honeymoon, while the deed would be the culmination of every struggle, every desire, every insight, every stroke, all into one great act of evil. One pandemonium of release!
I stared at the white wall of my apartment, then back at my canvas, finally I rested it on the beige patterns of the floor. After staring some immeasurable time, lost in those bleak beige patterns, a whim turned my eyes to the window. I saw the snow falling, ah, it must’ve been winter. It was white and barren, both the winter and my mind. Unlike the spring of my awakening that produced stroke after stroke, I found myself frozen during its winter, unable to will myself to shower or comb my hair or walk or read or think or understand, just as I was unable to paint. I’d reached a deadlock.
My admittance to Yale was under review, so I was not allowed to take any classes. Furthermore, I had to explain this to my parents, whose names I could now only recall when it was convenient. The whole of my winter was spent in my bed, only leaving it when I had to. Either for food, or to call home to my parents and convince them to keep sending money. All I did was necessary. I suffered no enjoyments, no studies, no arts, no pleasures of any kind, my soul would not permit it. Tangled up in an unsolvable equation, I could not move no matter how sincerely I fought it’s webs.
My mind remembered the year before, the pleasures I felt at each new enlightenment, and at each stroke that corresponded. My mind remembered the novelty of my newly found obsession, and the boundlessness of my search for truth and Beauty. It was as if I stood before the fountain of all true and beautiful, able to drink of it if only I desired. Well my fountain had run dry, and I stuck out my tongue, still waiting for its water. At first at least, but by the end of winter, my barren hope had gone to be replaced by despair. The spring that followed was one that came only to nature, the ice that froze my mind had only grown colder.
By this point it’d now been nearly two full years since I’d started my quest, and as the second year was coming to a close, I’d still yet to make a single stroke, or even divine what would be needed to let me. I’d stood at a crossroads. Like the lover who once found their love to be so overflowing and easy but was now caved within the very cavern of the love they once adored. The lover could try and escape the cavern, their love now finding itself to be difficult, or they could devote their self to the labors of loving, be it winter or spring. Would I leave my love for ease, or devote and marry myself to Beauty? The former was easier, more pleasant in every way, but the latter held in it something beyond pleasure, beyond ease and beyond even happiness. The lover who commits himself to the event of love, never straying when it dulls, hardens, or chills, at the expense of his ease gains for it the Eternal. That was the difference between the dalliances, destined to waste away, and the Eternal Love that never dies.
Would I give up because I could not find a single stroke in nearly a year? Would I give up because my obsession that once gave me life paralyzed my very soul? Because it shone like a star, making me lose sight of all else, and now was the source of my torment? Because I could not stretch, blink, or breathe without thinking of it and being reminded of my paralysis? Would I choose ease, or would I seek the Eternal? To give up, at times it began to feel so easy, so natural, but to divert my eyes from my awakening would be the death of me as an artist. Paralyzed, and lulled to death by its ease, would that become of me?
It was in search of an answer to this question that I sought the counsel of an old friend. No one understood, but myself. But it was her, her who understood me better than myself.
“What’s with you? You don’t speak to me for nearly two years, and now you wanna get coffee?” I glanced around the table, taking in the dull browns and blacks of the cafe. It was called The Black Afternoon. The lighting was low. Not a bad theme, but it was too simplistic. Not enough shades of black, not enough shades of brown, not enough variety.
“Are you listening? There you go again, staring off into space like always… oh what am I gonna do with you Emi?”
“Uniformity amidst variety, do you remember which philosopher coined that phrase?”
“Hutcheson, remember, it was you who kept blabbering about all that nonsense when you took that aesthetic theory class or whatever it was.”
“You remembered,” I said, a small smile appearing. If it had to do with me, she always remembered.
“Yeah… I missed you a lot you know…”
“I need your help.”
“Huh? Is something wrong.”
“Very,” I said, as a waiter handed us our coffees, his apron was brown, and the shirt underneath was black. Simple.
“What is it?” I finally took a chance to look at her. She wore a rose-pink shirt with a daffodil where her chest was. Her white kitten purse was a bit more interesting, at its center was a black dot for a nose and black lines for whiskers. What really brought it out was the background, there amidst a white night, colors shone like stars. My eyes met her hazel eyes and made their way around her pale face and the icy blonde curls of her hair. Very close… but not quite, immensely agreeable, but not beautiful. The agreeable and the Beautiful were like earth and heaven, even the most profound earthly pleasure could never compare to the faintest heavenly bliss. “Emi?”
“Ah, sorry, I was thinking about that shirt.”
“Oh, you mean mine? Still so absentminded huh? You know what this shirt reminds me of?” Agreeable times, agreeable times I’m sure. “Of that time I made you stay up all night and watch cartoons with me, it was the first time I wore this shirt… knew you’d find it cute, and that you’d just find me adorable sitting there in my little daffodil shirt watching Curious George.”
“You were… you are adorable, Sofie.”
“Emi… I missed you so much, how could you?” She said as her face creased. She was always so agreeable when sad… sometimes beautiful.
“I had no choice.”
“Your work? But you still could’ve stayed, you could’ve texted me and we didn’t have to hang out all the time like we used to, I could’ve given you space and we could’ve we could’ve we could’ve…”
“I had no choice.”
“Do you still love me?”
“I love Art.”
“I know Emi, I know. The way you look when you’re painting… the innocence of a child in your smile, I never made you that way… sometimes I think that’s why I love you so much, that look on your face while you’re painting, that one look.”
“Sofie, I need your help.” Beautiful, so beautiful, that look of anguish, the piercing Dionysian Real disrupting the Apollonic harmony she held. In the moment of her grief, she transcended. When she looked like this, I loved her too. I ran my hand through her curls and smiled, “Sofie, I need you to give me back my smile.”
My next memory was of discovering myself on the sofa of her living room drinking tea.
“What day is it?” I asked. I took in the aroma of tea as I looked at the white walls, the beige carpet of the floor, and the gray doors. Just when I thought her apartment would lull me to sleep it forced itself into my spirit, Le Danse. It was plastered above the tv and to the left of it, terrible placement. Le Danse, Le Danse, Le Danse! The pagan glory of the nude forms dancing and holding hands, it gave meaning to the arrangement of whites and grays that it found itself within.
“Oh, it’s Saturday, April 23rd, why? By the way, do you like the tea I made? I made it just the way you like, jasmine tea with the slightest drops of lemon.”
“Le Danse, you like it?”
“Haha, well you always spoke on and on about the ‘Great Henri Matisse,’ so I figured you’d like it.” Of course, not an aesthetic bone in the poor girl’s body, at least she learned to imitate my good taste. I have perhaps never met a more agreeable woman in my life. I looked over into the kitchen at her, at her mint green apron, at the rose in its center, at the blush pink shirt beneath it, and the flamingo pink skirt patterned with black dots below it. Never a woman more agreeable.
“Dinner’s ready,” she said, after a long silence. I looked at each kernel of fried rice, at each sliced bit of green onion, at each of the thin pieces of ginger and the way they all arranged. “Is fried rice still one of your favorite meals? I couldn’t choose between it and lasagna; I didn’t know which you’d like the best.” I began to eat, fried rice was my favorite, more specifically, her fried rice. “This reminds me of how I used to always order for you when we went to restaurants, you trusted me because I knew your taste even better than you did, hehe.” I ate some more.
She put her bowl down on the table. The table was black and wooden. After eating for a while, I turned to examine the sofa, it was boring and brown, just like every other grey, white, black or brown of her apartment. Something was out of place though, ah, she wasn’t there anymore. I ate some more.
“Hey Emi, sorry bout that, just wanted to get more comfy,” she said. She was now in a pink butterfly onesie, purple wings hung on its back and the black buttons that kept it together made it quite appealing. “Will you watch cartoons with me?”
“Cartoons? Hmm?”
“Emi, please, will you watch them with me?”
“Well, I don’t know…”
“Please Emi, please, can we watch Winx Club together, I promise to keep being good,” she said, making her best puppy dog face. So very agreeable.
“Alright… I’ll watch it with you, but only because you’ve behaved so well today, making my favorite dish like that,” I said to her, petting her head as her face lit up. After we finished eating, she fell snug into my arms and I held her as we watched the trite garbage that passed for tv known as the Winx Club. I remembered all the other nights like this with her, how I’d call her my little princess, how beautiful it was when she cried, how agreeable she was, how good my little princess was. That was a pleasant time in my life, pleasant times were something I’d forsaken for nearly 2 years. Was it worth it? Would I sacrifice this once again just to keep the slightest chance at achieving Beauty alive? I did come to her for an answer after all, is this pleasant feeling my answer?
“Your little princess feels so safe when her daddy holds her.” I bent down and kissed her head.
“Daddy’s gonna keep his little princess safe and sound, alright?” This pleasantness broke my spell, calling her my little princess again, when just a moment ago she was worthless to me, all was worthless except my work. A pleasant death… Sofie’s pleasant house or Balthus’s Eternal Chateau? No, I mustn’t give up so soon, love was not just a shining light on a warm spring day, it was that which survived the coldest winters, if only you had the faith to persevere. I stood on the cusp of surrendering to ease and pleasantry, to my little princess, to the guaranteed agreeable. Beauty, why hast thou forsaken me!?
“S-Sofie?”“Louise, I told you to stay in your room while I had company over today, I told you to never leave, to never leave it. What are you doing here?” said Sofie. I averted my eyes from Sofie and looked up at the girl called Louise. I am the resurrection and the life. The one who believes in me will live, even though they die; and whoever lives by believing in me will never die. Do you believe this? John 11:25-26 Beauty has not forsaken me, crucified on a cross of pleasantry, my love has revived me so that I may live in the eternity of Beauty. A poem or perhaps a psalm appeared before my mind:
My daemon child who be so queer and fair My moonlit sonata who echoes near My reverie do lie inside your hair Whose tufts spin curls upon the lunar year Your hour, in that eternal moon reside Who patron’s nymphs and fauns and fae alike But none as you, dear Beauty oft denied For within hand you hold that Eden’s psych So lost between our birth and elder days The Balthusian delight that burned the bush Who bid me kneel and to new sins give praise Oh seraph’s light who from above gives push Do moan the call to break the chains of law And plunge within forbidden seas of awe! 
Sofie, except she was so young, so forbidden, the ripe fruit of our paradise lost.
“Oh… you’re smiling,” said Sofie, watching me. I awoke from my reverie when Louise began to walk away.
“Wait, Louise, right?”
“Sofie, why is he staring at me like that?”
“Louise! Emi I’m so sorry you have to tole--”
“Le Danse, do you know it?” I said. She looked at me with curiosity, retreating back into the hall. My eyes followed her, my resurrection, the Dionysian angel who revealed to me the kingdom of heaven.
“What did you come here for?” said Sofie.
“I’m sorry… I just wanted to know if you had dinner ready,” sung the virgin of my reveries.
“Alright, just go on back to your room, I’ll bring dinner in a bit.” She walked, she waltzed, she fluttered, she flew, she giggled, she wiggled, back to her tree of knowledge, oh forbidden fruit.
The minutes, the days, the hours, the seconds, oh how they flew by, like trees on a forest drive. The end was all I wanted, all that I dreamt. So near, the fears, the tears, so clear, so close, right here. The sound and fury of heaven I hear! Stroke, stroke, stroke, ahhhh, stroke after stroke after stroke, I wept, I broke, ohhh each stroke. The colors, the lights, the words, the memories, like trees on a forest drive, like trees they all flew by.
“Mom died, mom died, mom died,” oh how grateful I am to thee, ye reaper who have brought the virgin to me. “I’ve taken care of her since.” Oh how you forget your role, oh sister of the angel who saved my soul. Though lusted for by thieves, now my smile never leaves. “Oh how I wept.” Oh how I leapt! “Since it I have never slept, and it was on the year my PhD thesis was due.” Oh antithesis and synthesis, transcendent virgin, wrought by a cruel angel. Blue and cold, Red and hot, death and birth, forged my work so true. My femme fatale, my magnum opus, my kosmos, my celestial star, my dream, my heaven, how they died to birth my thesis, so cruel. So lucid was my memory, so fluid was my reverie. A single memory, Pavane pour une infante défunte, Le Danse, Le Danse.
“I’ll stay here, for you Sofie,” a truth set free, a lie, a pretense. That beautiful face, that anguish, a smile on my face, your tragedy. Pavane pour une infante défunte, no one dances for Sofie, cursed by Emile. Le Danse pour une chère petite infante. Pavane pour deux princesses défunte. My fragile soul, torn apart, by the Beauty of this wondrous night. My morning star penetrates the dark heaven, a prism of 7 colors lights my path, the journey of the artist. La conquête.
I saw my face in the mirror of the moon, it blinded me. Soon too soon, I averted my gaze, too soon. I swooned, I fawned, I gasped, I grasped, but could not touch. I touched but could not gaze upon the flower that I grazed. I gazed oh I did! I gazed, I gazed upon la peinture, but not la princesse. Oh how I gazed! Oh I braved to gaze upon my morning star. Oh how I raced, oh how I chased, but could not place my eyes upon the fruit I did taste. Upon la princesse, upon my rapture, my inferno, my reverie, my nightmare! My Divine Comedy! La conquête!
I gazed upon the day of judgement, upon the rapture, the ruin of my very soul, all within her empty eyes. If our souls have trembled like a harp string just once all eternity was affirmed. Oh Nietzsche, how the soul of your child trembles. My knees fell to the ground as if in repentance, the flood broke forth from my eyes.
Pavane for a Dead Princess.

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Pavane pour Emile:
What is art? An artist who does not wrestle with this question has yet to be born as an artist, and one who has stopped, has died. A ceaseless search for the truth. Each poem a reflection, each painting a mirror, all held up to man, so that he might see his own face. Tonight, that mirror was held before my very own face.
I looked out of my window into the night sky, and the moon blinded me. I felt excellent. It was finally complete, I was complete. What would I see when I looked at it? Every stroke I made with these two hands. It has been 3 years, 2 months and 7 days since I started it, and not a single stroke could I forget.
It started on the day I returned to Yale. It was not in a traditional art class that I found my inspiration, but rather in a philosophy class. In my theory of aesthetics class, we’d been looking at the relationship between morality and art. We discussed what writers and philosophers, such as Tolstoy, Gardner, Gass and Devereaux, have had to say about it. Tolstoy and Gardner were the moralists; they argued that good art was art that served to teach and instill moral values. For them, art was moral expression; through art we tackled and resolved moral conundrums. It was on these grounds that my professor, Dr. Draychus, started a dialogue on the artist Balthus. Feeding us a slideshow of Balthus’s work, he posed a question to us: was there something morally wrong with his works, and if so, did this affect their quality as works of art?
The controversy of Balthus’s paintings, was that at the heart of each of them, was a nude, underaged girl. Nevertheless, they had a dreamlike quality, and when your eyes met them you fell into a mild stupor. Gardner would deny this Beauty, finding its immorality to stand in the way, as would my classmates. But I, the artist and seeker of truth among them, found refuge in the words of Gass, “Goodness knows nothing of Beauty,” so morality proved no barrier for my appreciation. At least, that’s how it was at first, but a single painting changed all of this. While clicking through the slideshow, my professor stopped at the painting,
. So innocent, so pure, so forbidden, and so beautiful, it stopped my heart. Her hair was soft and brown, her features so pure… her form so angelic. The rapture herself! She played with a toy bird as she lay on her bed, being peered at by a cat, appearing on the scene as if something from a dream. Perhaps Gass wasn’t wrong about goodness, but evil had much to say about Beauty. Of all the theories discussed in that class, the correct one was never mentioned: it was the immorality in a work of art that allowed it to be beautiful.
What I realized in the moment of seeing
, that all my peers missed, was that the dreamlike quality of Balthus’s work didn’t exist in spite of its morally questionable portrayal of young girls, but because of it. Removing the young girls from his art and expecting it to keep its aesthetic value would be like removing the caffeine from coffee and expecting it to give the same rush of energy. What the artist sought wasn’t imitation like Plato would suggest, what the artist sought was something more real than reality. The artist sought at the forbidden that lie behind veils. Art was a great unveiling. It was the unseen caffeine in coffee brought to the forefront.
That day I painted my first stroke. I tasted fear, and I tasted desire. An artist could never put out there, what wasn’t in here. Sin was a necessary component of good art, so it was also necessary for good artists. That first stroke, I could’ve never made until the day Balthus awoke me from my slumber. Just like I couldn’t make the final stroke without doing the deed.
I began with Balthus, but the bridge to Beauty was paved with depravity after depravity that would make Balthus look the saint. Next, I would find myself studying Milton’s epic poem, Paradise Lost. Not a depraved work by any means, but the role of Satan as a sympathizable, perhaps even protagonistic character drew me in. Perhaps Milton did not intend him to be the hero of the story, but for my reading he was. Prideful and courageous, capable of defying the world itself without wincing a pinch at eternal damnation. One who would not be shackled by fear, by morals, and who was only limited by the asymptotes of his own process of overcoming. He was the Nietzschean hero in every right. It was not God, nor Adam nor Eve, that made Paradise Lost a story worth reading, but Satan. Just as it was not the good that made art beautiful, but the perverse and the forbidden. Another stroke and another stroke would be added to my work.
Gaining the confidence now to delve further, I picked up the poems of Aleister Crowley, and a study of his philosophy as well as his rituals. I studied serial killers and their patterns, watched their interviews. I listened to the blackest and deathliest metal I could find. For some this might’ve represented a youthful goth phase, long to be forgotten shortly after, but for me, the serious artist and intellectual, this was but research. I traversed immorality, sinking into its deepest corners, all for the sake of Beauty. Stroke after stroke after stroke, but I could not cross the bridge with research alone. I needed to not only look at the world that existed beyond the horizon of morality, I had to walk beyond it.
What I sought was not the shallow for show immorality of black metal, nor the barely aesthetic immorality of Satanist and serial killers, nor the restraint that held the hands of great artists like Balthus and Milton. With the fervor with which Faust sought for knowledge, I sought for a Beauty no less than his enlightenment, even if like him it meant I had to sell my soul to the starved hounds of hell. On the bridge paved with the bodies of artist and immoralist alike, it was I who was tasked with the final stepping over.
“Is everything alright, Emile,” asked my professor. I struggled to open my eyes, and light broke through the darkness. Triangles, squares, circles, and unshaped colors covered my range of vision. “Emile?” he said again.
“Oh…” I said, as the white, black and beige blurs started to take the shape of a face. “Oh, Dr. Celine.” “Yes, I asked if everything was alright, Emile?”
“Yes, yes, everything is quite alright, professor,” I said, raising slightly from my chair, but sitting back down as I found myself to be of light head.
“Well then, I’ll be frank with you Emile. Last year, when you took my course on modernist art, I was quite impressed with your work.”
“Oh, I’m sure you kid, professor,” I said, looking around his office and taking in the blurry works of art held by its white walls.
“I do not, and that’s why I’ve called you here today. It’s a shame, truly, so much promise, and yet you won’t complete a single assignment. And you say that nothing is wrong? I don’t understand.” What happened next, I couldn’t remember, just that I had the vague notion that he was not the only professor to make these observations.
It was not just my professors, but my friends as well, and eventually my family. I had no time for their trifles, I had to commit to my research. For every stroke there were days of labor, and what seemed, years of evolution. They all said they were concerned, some left me messages even weeks after I’d stopped responding. They didn't understand. No one understood, no one but me and those that came before. After the first year, I’d lost most of my contacts, and ceased going to my classes completely. The first year was easy, the second harder, and nothing could prepare me for the third and what came after. Even then I knew it would be this way, I knew that my work required a deed to be finalized, a deed more wicked than any I’d studied. The obsessions of the first year were but the honeymoon, while the deed would be the culmination of every struggle, every desire, every insight, every stroke, all into one great act of evil. One pandemonium of release!
I stared at the white wall of my apartment, then back at my canvas, finally I rested it on the beige patterns of the floor. After staring some immeasurable time, lost in those bleak beige patterns, a whim turned my eyes to the window. I saw the snow falling, ah, it must’ve been winter. It was white and barren, both the winter and my mind. Unlike the spring of my awakening that produced stroke after stroke, I found myself frozen during its winter, unable to will myself to shower or comb my hair or walk or read or think or understand, just as I was unable to paint. I’d reached a deadlock.
My admittance to Yale was under review, so I was not allowed to take any classes. Furthermore, I had to explain this to my parents, whose names I could now only recall when it was convenient. The whole of my winter was spent in my bed, only leaving it when I had to. Either for food, or to call home to my parents and convince them to keep sending money. All I did was necessary. I suffered no enjoyments, no studies, no arts, no pleasures of any kind, my soul would not permit it. Tangled up in an unsolvable equation, I could not move no matter how sincerely I fought it’s webs.
My mind remembered the year before, the pleasures I felt at each new enlightenment, and at each stroke that corresponded. My mind remembered the novelty of my newly found obsession, and the boundlessness of my search for truth and Beauty. It was as if I stood before the fountain of all true and beautiful, able to drink of it if only I desired. Well my fountain had run dry, and I stuck out my tongue, still waiting for its water. At first at least, but by the end of winter, my barren hope had gone to be replaced by despair. The spring that followed was one that came only to nature, the ice that froze my mind had only grown colder.
By this point it’d now been nearly two full years since I’d started my quest, and as the second year was coming to a close, I’d still yet to make a single stroke, or even divine what would be needed to let me. I’d stood at a crossroads. Like the lover who once found their love to be so overflowing and easy but was now caved within the very cavern of the love they once adored. The lover could try and escape the cavern, their love now finding itself to be difficult, or they could devote their self to the labors of loving, be it winter or spring. Would I leave my love for ease, or devote and marry myself to Beauty? The former was easier, more pleasant in every way, but the latter held in it something beyond pleasure, beyond ease and beyond even happiness. The lover who commits himself to the event of love, never straying when it dulls, hardens, or chills, at the expense of his ease gains for it the Eternal. That was the difference between the dalliances, destined to waste away, and the Eternal Love that never dies.
Would I give up because I could not find a single stroke in nearly a year? Would I give up because my obsession that once gave me life paralyzed my very soul? Because it shone like a star, making me lose sight of all else, and now was the source of my torment? Because I could not stretch, blink, or breathe without thinking of it and being reminded of my paralysis? Would I choose ease, or would I seek the Eternal? To give up, at times it began to feel so easy, so natural, but to divert my eyes from my awakening would be the death of me as an artist. Paralyzed, and lulled to death by its ease, would that become of me?
It was in search of an answer to this question that I sought the counsel of an old friend. No one understood, but myself. But it was her, her who understood me better than myself.
“What’s with you? You don’t speak to me for nearly two years, and now you wanna get coffee?” I glanced around the table, taking in the dull browns and blacks of the cafe. It was called The Black Afternoon. The lighting was low. Not a bad theme, but it was too simplistic. Not enough shades of black, not enough shades of brown, not enough variety.
“Are you listening? There you go again, staring off into space like always… oh what am I gonna do with you Emi?”
“Uniformity amidst variety, do you remember which philosopher coined that phrase?”
“Hutcheson, remember, it was you who kept blabbering about all that nonsense when you took that aesthetic theory class or whatever it was.”
“You remembered,” I said, a small smile appearing. If it had to do with me, she always remembered.
“Yeah… I missed you a lot you know…”
“I need your help.”
“Huh? Is something wrong.”
“Very,” I said, as a waiter handed us our coffees, his apron was brown, and the shirt underneath was black. Simple.
“What is it?” I finally took a chance to look at her. She wore a rose-pink shirt with a daffodil where her chest was. Her white kitten purse was a bit more interesting, at its center was a black dot for a nose and black lines for whiskers. What really brought it out was the background, there amidst a white night, colors shone like stars. My eyes met her hazel eyes and made their way around her pale face and the icy blonde curls of her hair. Very close… but not quite, immensely agreeable, but not beautiful. The agreeable and the Beautiful were like earth and heaven, even the most profound earthly pleasure could never compare to the faintest heavenly bliss. “Emi?”
“Ah, sorry, I was thinking about that shirt.”
“Oh, you mean mine? Still so absentminded huh? You know what this shirt reminds me of?” Agreeable times, agreeable times I’m sure. “Of that time I made you stay up all night and watch cartoons with me, it was the first time I wore this shirt… knew you’d find it cute, and that you’d just find me adorable sitting there in my little daffodil shirt watching Curious George.”
“You were… you are adorable, Sofie.”
“Emi… I missed you so much, how could you?” She said as her face creased. She was always so agreeable when sad… sometimes beautiful.
“I had no choice.”
“Your work? But you still could’ve stayed, you could’ve texted me and we didn’t have to hang out all the time like we used to, I could’ve given you space and we could’ve we could’ve we could’ve…”
“I had no choice.”
“Do you still love me?”
“I love Art.”
“I know Emi, I know. The way you look when you’re painting… the innocence of a child in your smile, I never made you that way… sometimes I think that’s why I love you so much, that look on your face while you’re painting, that one look.”
“Sofie, I need your help.” Beautiful, so beautiful, that look of anguish, the piercing Dionysian Real disrupting the Apollonic harmony she held. In the moment of her grief, she transcended. When she looked like this, I loved her too. I ran my hand through her curls and smiled, “Sofie, I need you to give me back my smile.”
My next memory was of discovering myself on the sofa of her living room drinking tea.
“What day is it?” I asked. I took in the aroma of tea as I looked at the white walls, the beige carpet of the floor, and the gray doors. Just when I thought her apartment would lull me to sleep it forced itself into my spirit, Le Danse. It was plastered above the tv and to the left of it, terrible placement. Le Danse, Le Danse, Le Danse! The pagan glory of the nude forms dancing and holding hands, it gave meaning to the arrangement of whites and grays that it found itself within.
“Oh, it’s Saturday, April 23rd, why? By the way, do you like the tea I made? I made it just the way you like, jasmine tea with the slightest drops of lemon.”
“Le Danse, you like it?”
“Haha, well you always spoke on and on about the ‘Great Henri Matisse,’ so I figured you’d like it.” Of course, not an aesthetic bone in the poor girl’s body, at least she learned to imitate my good taste. I have perhaps never met a more agreeable woman in my life. I looked over into the kitchen at her, at her mint green apron, at the rose in its center, at the blush pink shirt beneath it, and the flamingo pink skirt patterned with black dots below it. Never a woman more agreeable.
“Dinner’s ready,” she said, after a long silence. I looked at each kernel of fried rice, at each sliced bit of green onion, at each of the thin pieces of ginger and the way they all arranged. “Is fried rice still one of your favorite meals? I couldn’t choose between it and lasagna; I didn’t know which you’d like the best.” I began to eat, fried rice was my favorite, more specifically, her fried rice. “This reminds me of how I used to always order for you when we went to restaurants, you trusted me because I knew your taste even better than you did, hehe.” I ate some more.
She put her bowl down on the table. The table was black and wooden. After eating for a while, I turned to examine the sofa, it was boring and brown, just like every other grey, white, black or brown of her apartment. Something was out of place though, ah, she wasn’t there anymore. I ate some more.
“Hey Emi, sorry bout that, just wanted to get more comfy,” she said. She was now in a pink butterfly onesie, purple wings hung on its back and the black buttons that kept it together made it quite appealing. “Will you watch cartoons with me?”
“Cartoons? Hmm?”
“Emi, please, will you watch them with me?”
“Well, I don’t know…”
“Please Emi, please, can we watch Winx Club together, I promise to keep being good,” she said, making her best puppy dog face. So very agreeable.
“Alright… I’ll watch it with you, but only because you’ve behaved so well today, making my favorite dish like that,” I said to her, petting her head as her face lit up. After we finished eating, she fell snug into my arms and I held her as we watched the trite garbage that passed for tv known as the Winx Club. I remembered all the other nights like this with her, how I’d call her my little princess, how beautiful it was when she cried, how agreeable she was, how good my little princess was. That was a pleasant time in my life, pleasant times were something I’d forsaken for nearly 2 years. Was it worth it? Would I sacrifice this once again just to keep the slightest chance at achieving Beauty alive? I did come to her for an answer after all, is this pleasant feeling my answer?
“Your little princess feels so safe when her daddy holds her.” I bent down and kissed her head.
“Daddy’s gonna keep his little princess safe and sound, alright?” This pleasantness broke my spell, calling her my little princess again, when just a moment ago she was worthless to me, all was worthless except my work. A pleasant death… Sofie’s pleasant house or Balthus’s Eternal Chateau? No, I mustn’t give up so soon, love was not just a shining light on a warm spring day, it was that which survived the coldest winters, if only you had the faith to persevere. I stood on the cusp of surrendering to ease and pleasantry, to my little princess, to the guaranteed agreeable. Beauty, why hast thou forsaken me!?
“S-Sofie?” “Louise, I told you to stay in your room while I had company over today, I told you to never leave, to never leave it. What are you doing here?” said Sofie. I averted my eyes from Sofie and looked up at the girl called Louise. I am the resurrection and the life. The one who believes in me will live, even though they die; and whoever lives by believing in me will never die. Do you believe this? John 11:25-26 Beauty has not forsaken me, crucified on a cross of pleasantry, my love has revived me so that I may live in the eternity of Beauty. A poem or perhaps a psalm appeared before my mind:
My daemon child who be so queer and fair
My moonlit sonata who echoes near
My reverie do lie inside your hair
Whose tufts spin curls upon the lunar year
Your hour, in that eternal moon reside
Who patron’s nymphs and fauns and fae alike
But none as you, dear Beauty oft denied
For within hand you hold that Eden’s psych
So lost between our birth and elder days
The Balthusian delight that burned the bush
Who bid me kneel and to new sins give praise
Oh seraph’s light who from above gives push
Do moan the call to break the chains of law
And plunge within forbidden seas of awe!
Sofie, except she was so young, so forbidden, the ripe fruit of our paradise lost.
“Oh… you’re smiling,” said Sofie, watching me. I awoke from my reverie when Louise began to walk away.
“Wait, Louise, right?”
“Sofie, why is he staring at me like that?”
“Louise! Emi I’m so sorry you have to tole--”
“Le Danse, do you know it?” I said. She looked at me with curiosity, retreating back into the hall. My eyes followed her, my resurrection, the Dionysian angel who revealed to me the kingdom of heaven.
“What did you come here for?” said Sofie.
“I’m sorry… I just wanted to know if you had dinner ready,” sung the virgin of my reveries.
“Alright, just go on back to your room, I’ll bring dinner in a bit.” She walked, she waltzed, she fluttered, she flew, she giggled, she wiggled, back to her tree of knowledge, oh forbidden fruit.
The minutes, the days, the hours, the seconds, oh how they flew by, like trees on a forest drive. The end was all I wanted, all that I dreamt. So near, the fears, the tears, so clear, so close, right here. The sound and fury of heaven I hear! Stroke, stroke, stroke, ahhhh, stroke after stroke after stroke, I wept, I broke, ohhh each stroke. The colors, the lights, the words, the memories, like trees on a forest drive, like trees they all flew by.
“Mom died, mom died, mom died,” oh how grateful I am to thee, ye reaper who have brought the virgin to me. “I’ve taken care of her since.” Oh how you forget your role, oh sister of the angel who saved my soul. Though lusted for by thieves, now my smile never leaves. “Oh how I wept.” Oh how I leapt! “Since it I have never slept, and it was on the year my PhD thesis was due.” Oh antithesis and synthesis, transcendent virgin, wrought by a cruel angel. Blue and cold, Red and hot, death and birth, forged my work so true. My femme fatale, my magnum opus, my kosmos, my celestial star, my dream, my heaven, how they died to birth my thesis, so cruel. So lucid was my memory, so fluid was my reverie. A single memory, Pavane pour une infante défunte, Le Danse, Le Danse.
“I’ll stay here, for you Sofie,” a truth set free, a lie, a pretense. That beautiful face, that anguish, a smile on my face, your tragedy. Pavane pour une infante défunte, no one dances for Sofie, cursed by Emile. Le Danse pour une chère petite infante. Pavane pour deux princesses défunte. My fragile soul, torn apart, by the Beauty of this wondrous night. My morning star penetrates the dark heaven, a prism of 7 colors lights my path, the journey of the artist. La conquête.
I saw my face in the mirror of the moon, it blinded me. Soon too soon, I averted my gaze, too soon. I swooned, I fawned, I gasped, I grasped, but could not touch. I touched but could not gaze upon the flower that I grazed. I gazed oh I did! I gazed, I gazed upon la peinture, but not la princesse. Oh how I gazed! Oh I braved to gaze upon my morning star. Oh how I raced, oh how I chased, but could not place my eyes upon the fruit I did taste. Upon la princesse, upon my rapture, my inferno, my reverie, my nightmare! My Divine Comedy! La conquête!
I gazed upon the day of judgement, upon the rapture, the ruin of my very soul, all within her empty eyes. If our souls have trembled like a harp string just once all eternity was affirmed. Oh Nietzsche, how the soul of your child trembles. My knees fell to the ground as if in repentance, the flood broke forth from my eyes.
Pavane for a Dead Princess.

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I’ve been posting on this sub for a while now but my story is taking a new turn (my previous posts go into detail about all I’ve gone through with my PA for now over 2 years)
My fiancé and I had a fight and another d-day. It resulted in me leaving the house for a few hours but ultimately coming home to hear him out. He begged me for one more week for him to prove he’s going to change, ect. I reluctantly agreed and have let the week go by, simply observing any changes in his behavior. Something started feeling off yesterday and I couldn’t quite figure it out. I was going to let him know we needed to talk but I decided to look through his phone first because he won’t admit to me if he has had a relapse.
He uses Reddit and I know he uses Imgur. I had looked through his Imgur account before and never saw anything, it said he had only joined in May which didn’t raise any major concerns to me as it’s popular on Reddit. He has looked at porn on YouTube before so on his phone, I typed in “Y” in the search by to pull up the app. I noticed that Imgur had suggested something called “Yanny” and I clicked it open. It was some a collection of pictures of a girl he knows IRL and hooked up with in the past, and followed on Instagram (before he deleted it) and some of her pictures she posted in a bikini, a side boob shot, and some of her nudes. I went back to the search bar and typed in A. I was completely surprised to see “Ashh” pop up and clicked it open. It was photos of me. Nude photos I have taken and sent him, photos he has taken of us during sex, some that have my face... I went back and typed B and one called BB popped up (those happen to be his ex’s initials) and I felt like someone punched me in the gut. There was a new picture from one of her online profiles and a bunch of old nude photos of her. I only saw a couple before I closed it because I was literally going to be sick. I have no idea what exactly he kept and I never will. There was a total of 4 albums including mine, some of which were photos I found hidden on his work laptop a few months ago that he swore he didn’t remember and didn’t know about. He says they’re private so no one was actually able to see my album.
Our entire relationship I’ve had anxiety instilled in me about his ex. There were multiple times in the beginning of our relationship where she came over to his house (what became our house) when I wasn’t home to get her stuff. Without going into too much detail, there’s been other things around her that have caused me serious anxiety and feeling like not enough for him. Like he happened to get me pregnant so now he’s stuck with me. He assured me time after time that I had nothing to worry about... but that’s obviously not true. I found out I was pregnant again in mid February and I guess February/March is when he saved a photo from her social media, which means even after finding out we were having another baby, he still needed to have her pictures in his “collection”.
I’m leaving him, he knows. I feel so broken and overwhelmed. I’m about to be 39 weeks pregnant and will be a single mom of two boys.
I feel like no one will ever love me the way I know I deserve to be loved. I was never enough for my fiancé, or my ex boyfriend before him. I don’t understand what I’ve done to be cheated on, lied to, gaslighted, manipulated, abused in different ways, body shamed, and made to feel so naive and alone between my past two relationships. I mean like yeah I don’t have a perfect body right now but... I had a baby and as I started finally losing the baby weight and going to the gym, I got pregnant and COVID hit. So no I don’t have a flag stomach (there’s a 7lb baby in me) or a perfect form butt or big boobs... but I deserve to be wanted for more than that. I deserve to be wanted by my partner for me, without fear that I’m not enough or that he’s constantly looking elsewhere. I’ve realized I’m somewhere between two of his “types”. I’m half Latina and half white and those literally seem to be what he’s into (thick Latinas or petite blondes).
And now I genuinely feel like no man will ever love me, and want only me (sexually, emotionally, ect) or honestly even be atttacted to me. I’m covered in stretch marks from my babies, I’ll have had (hopefully) two vaginal births, I’m FULLLLLL of insecurities caused by two different men from two different relationships where I wasn’t enough even in my best shape...
I basically feel dead inside
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