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Genuine question from me, a trans guy.

Why are so many current, self-identified Jungians super conservative and transphobic?

They hide behind ideas of the anima and animus as some kind of "proof" that trans and genderqueer people don't exist but tbh it's easier to argue the opposite, that the animus and anima are proof that we're all a bit non-binary and for some of us an aspect coult be out of keeping with sex assigned at birth anyway.

I wonder if some of them believe that archetypes are something immutable and in some way "proof" that the "natural order" is sticking to gender and other stereotypes, but when you look at archetypes from a more cross-cultural lens you can show that archetypes are fluid and ever changing.

It just reminds me of Jung's description of the dreams of former Nazis as becoming more escapist and filled with increasingly archaic traditionalist symbolism as a way to dissociate from trauma and cognitive dissonance?

But yes, interested in what other peoples' thoughts are.

"Everybody acts out a myth, but very few people know what their myth is."

Carl Gustav Jung was a Swiss psychiatrist and psychoanalyst who founded analytical psychology.

Born: 26 July 1875, Kesswil, Switzerland

Died: 6 June 1961, Küsnacht, Switzerland

Jungian Controversies: Embracing Symbolism in the Psyche

I am endlessly fascinated with the work of Carl Jung. He has made profound contributions to our understanding of the human psyche, and many esteemed scholars have lauded his insights. However, I'm puzzled by the disregard for certain more contentious aspects of his work, including archetypes, cultural universality, gender stereotypes, the Anima/Animus, the shadow and the darker facets of the psyche, spirituality and mysticism, as well as synchronicity and paranormal phenomena. Personally, I'm deeply intrigued by these topics and feel they warrant further exploration. Jung's keen interest in symbolism and its impact on the subconscious suggests to me that these concepts could be approached symbolically or metaphorically, offering a means to delve into uncharted territories of the mind. I believe such an approach can be a potent tool for uncovering aspects of the psyche that have yet to surface into consciousness.

While some may seek to understand these concepts through a strictly logical, left-brained lens, I resonate more with a right-brained perspective that views the world symbolically, interpreting everything around us as representative of our subjective experiences. I tend to convey these symbolic ideas in a manner relevant to our lived reality. Jung's ability to bridge the divide between the left and right hemispheres of the brain is remarkable, but it troubles me to witness the hypocrisy of embracing one aspect of his work while disregarding others.

"The Red Book" by Carl Jung is a remarkable manuscript chronicling Jung's personal journey of self-exploration and encounter with the unconscious. Through handwritten text and intricate illustrations, Jung delves into his inner psyche using a method he termed active imagination, engaging with archetypal figures and symbols. Divided into sections such as Liber Primus and Liber Secundus, the book delves into themes of psychological duality, individuation, and spirituality. Published posthumously in 2009, "The Red Book" provides profound insights into Jung's inner world and continues to captivate scholars and seekers alike, offering a unique perspective on the depths of the human psyche and the quest for self-understanding.

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everyone is trying to take your oxford comma away from you. don't give them that satisfaction, reward, or pleasure.

I’m a lesbian and a Catholic which means the only man I’ll ever marry is Jesus Christ the Son of God Bridegroom to the Church and I eat his literal flesh and drink his actual blood every week through the transubstantiated Eucharist in remembrance of when he was here on earth and looking forward to when he will come back

“You just need the right man” I found him. It’s Jesus. We’re one flesh now. Yeah he died for my sins and in doing so united me to the creator God Almighty. He was dressed up for the occasion and everything. He kissed me on the forehead and led me to my girlfriend and said go love her as I loved you be happy. My husband is seated at the right hand of God from which he will come to judge the living and the dead if you care. Yeah I tried to pray the gay away but he cupped my face in his hands and said “there is nothing about you that needs to be fixed. You are holy as I am holy.” He had me nail my internalized homophobia to the cross and he carried it for me. The Holy Spirit gave me the rizz to flirt with my girlfriend when we met well enough that she fell in love with me and when we get married and she’s my wife I’m going to thank my husband Jesus Christ.

something bout. how even Christ did not carry the cross alone.

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I just discovered your blog & I love it! c: (I have a Christian/folky witch blog called rafaela-a-bruxa). Admittedly, I recently been struggling w/ my faith in the context of LGBTQIA+ (I am an ally & fully support LGBTQIA+ rights. But all the Christians around me & church are against it (unfortunately I'm surrounded by evangelicalism too..which sucks even more). As a gay Christian, can I ask how you blend both your faith and identity? (Feel free to message me if you wish).

Apologies for being late in getting to this ask but hiiii

I’ve put a few posts up re: clobber passages and how I resolve scriptural tensions if that’s what you mean (just look up “clobber passages”, “Leviticus” or “Romans” and they should pop up)

As for a more regular living sense, I kinda just have found a place where both flow very naturally from the same place for me. God is Love, and has called me to love in a particular way. God does not embody gender in a human way, and has called me into proximity with him by calling me in a similar way. I view my queerness as a vocation to which I am called the same as any other vocation—something I am honored to live and participate in and celebrate, despite hardships which may come my way or communal responses to it. It’s definitely hard when you don’t have people around you who understand, which is why I encourage seeking out community wherever possible, including across traditions and demographics, but I also hold that my queerness is spiritual and part of me and thus I am able to honor it faithfully even if it’s just me on my own thanking God for the fact that I was made a lesbian and am capable of loving others in a lesbian way (romantically, yes, as with my wonderful girlfriend, but also in the sense that being queer transforms your relationship with all forms of love including platonic).

in the course of watching various assorted older documentaries about being gay and coming out and homophobia and conversion therapy etc it strikes me that there's a way that people talk about the relief and joy of coming out properly and accepting yourself and feeling a sense of unconditional love without shame that's very similar to the way christians love to harp on about the joys of the gospel etc. and that's not surprising bc many of these people in documentaries are (raised) christian, obviously they're steeped in that language. but it is frustrating to think that cishet christians will rant on for days about how wonderful it is that Jesus takes away shame and guilt and sin and reminds people of their value and worth with unconditional love - and then recoil at actually seeing this happen in contexts where they dont want it to. ohno. we didnt actually mean what we said. we meant taking away shame and self-hatred spiritually. get back in the closet.

such a beautiful sign of what it is to feel fully known and accepted and the goodness that emerges in people's lives when they know that they're unconditionally loved - and what greater unconditional love than the love of God? - and cishet christians would rather throw it into the trash

at about 10 or 11pm on the night of december 5, 2021, i arrived home to my house in LA from a show a friend of mine was playing. it had been a relatively small affair but the music was quite interesting and it was a nice opportunity to catch up with someone i hadn’t seen in awhile.

before leaving the venue i’d done something which at that point was an every day thing, using the bathroom and then examining everything about my face and body that looked slightly off in the mirror. my hair was never right, my face was an odd shape, i hated the patchy stubble jutting out of my lip and chin. for the past year and a half i’d thought about this discomfort every single day, and pushed it to the back of my mind. following that rabbit down the hole always lead to inklings of a conclusion that i didn’t feel ready to reckon with just yet.

i got home to find that some of my roommates had taken acid. at the time i lived with my brother alex, his partner, a bandmate of ours and another friend. my brother was not partaking on this particular evening but he had procured it a month earlier in san francisco when we went to go play a gig there. an old drum line coach of his from high school was living there with a much older hippie boyfriend, who gave us a 10 strip of the Real Shit when they pulled up to the show.

i tried half a tab on the drive home and confirmed that it was indeed the real shit. alex and i listened to ween (i highly recommend the entirety of the mollusk on an acid trip) and 100 gecs, laura les’ vocal performances on the latter bringing me very close that afternoon to the aforementioned conclusion i’d been avoiding.

anyways, on the night of december 5 i arrived home and a couple of our roommates were having a great time. although it was late i didn’t have work the next day and it was really good acid, so i decided to join in myself.

i have a pretty good track record with psychedelics — with a couple exceptions i’d always treated the experience with a certain amount of respect and didn’t like to overdo it. i was content to disappear into headphones and let the colors and shapes of my favorite music guide me through seussian landscapes, never really subscribing to the idea of the trip as, well, a trip unless it compelled me to do so against my will.

this time, however, before taking my half tab for some reason i decided to set an intention. i’m not sure where this came from but there had been questions bubbling underneath my ill fitting skin for some time now, and i resolved that if the opportunity arose on this night i would confront whatever it was i hadn’t been confronting. i hadn’t consciously acknowledged this mystery problem yet even though in a funny way i’d thought about it every day for over a year.

a few hours in and i was tripping pretty hard. it was a very warm and safe and colorful feeling; i put on the dijon album that had come out not long before and sank into the redwood tones of mk.gee’s baritone guitar riffs and dijon’s gorgeous voice. to this day big mike’s sounds a little extra crazy every time i hear it.

everything changed when i took my phone and opened up instagram.

death grips was a band i’d been getting heavily into over the past year alongside the presence of my persistent little mystery question, music that to me bristled with raw and determined spirituality and a deep love for the entire spectrum of the human condition. i’d already had a bit of a bizarre experience soundtracked to their music — months prior i was walking around echo park in a skirt and a full beat (for absolutely no reason haha) and saw a group of christian protesters up ahead marching against the sins of the gays and carrying signs explicitly stating this intent. worried they might see me and by proxy see trouble, it possessed me to put airpods in and put on no love, the title track from death grips’ third record. as soon as the first two bars were done i looked up and it was like the mob had despawned from reality itself with no trace. i’m not fully unconvinced i hallucinated them, but the experience tripped me out nonetheless.

death grips had been completely silent since 2018, not posting on social media or releasing any music.

fast forward to december 6 now at around 2am, and i open instagram to immediately find an image of death grips drummer and mastermind zach hill peeking out from behind the wooden door of some kind of medieval tavern, holding a bar of gold out from between the iron bars of the door as if urging me to come and take it. since i was on acid, i absolutely flipped the fuck out. in a rational sense it looked like death grips was back and that was really exciting. in a spiritual sense, i felt this gold bar was the key to the thing i wasn’t confronting.

i sat in bed giggling and writing silly poems in my notes app and marveling at the synchronicity of being alive, an alkaline sensation rising up my body through my spine. something came unprompted but not uninvited, less of a cataclysmic epiphany or revelation and more of a gentle and loving acknowledgment.

i’m trans.

i am a transgender woman.

i have been this whole time. and ive been thinking about it every single day and pushing it back into the depths to deal with later.

looking back now it’s hilarious and obvious and really dumb, but this knowledge was not fully conscious. i’d think to myself that i’d feel a lot more happy and calm and in sync if i was a woman and that there was probably something within that i needed to face head on, but i’d tell myself i’d figure it out when i was 30 and push it back down. this would all happen so fast that i never really was able to pull it to the front and examine it closely until now.

it physically felt like i’d been watching the scene from the land before time where littlefoot’s mother dies for the past 25 years, and now my own mom had materialized to give me a hug.

i will never forget the actual sensation of it, so calm and gentle and loving yet determined. there was no going back from this, no putting it in a box and shoving it into my subconscious like i’d been doing every day. i was gonna have to have some heavy conversations tomorrow, but the prospect of doing so didn’t really scare me. i laid down and pulled my covers up and drifted off to sleep as the acid wore off.

the next morning, i awoke to two things: the knowledge that i needed to tell alex and a text from alex. unprompted he’d sent me the two headed calf by laura gilpin, which to those unfamiliar goes like this:

Tomorrow when the farm boys find this

freak of nature, they will wrap his body

in newspaper and carry him to the museum.

But tonight he is alive and in the north

field with his mother. It is a perfect

summer evening: the moon rising over

the orchard, the wind in the grass. And

as he stares into the sky, there are

twice as many stars as usual.

i read that several times and through a violent barrage of tears asked him to come into my room because i had to tell him something.

i told him i was trans and he said he’d kinda figured and we cried and hugged and marveled at the weird psychic synchronicity of it all. id made my peace with it the night before on my acid trip, but i think it took this sober revelation to somebody i love more than life itself for the weight i’d been carrying to finally lift.

that was, as they say, the first day of the rest of my life.

one of my roommates at the time was my best friend, someone with whom since then i’ve unfortunately had something between a falling out and a loss of contact with. i will not elaborate on that in this post. there was something they said to me once that i’m thinking about right now — i’d shared a meme phrase with them i thought was funny and topical, something about wanting to give your inner child a gun. they countered with the idea that maybe my inner child needed a hug, and that’s probably one of the most important things anyone has ever said to me.

i try to give my inner child a hug every day, but today i think writing this i’m choosing to give that hug to my inner 25 year old. she had a lot to figure out and a long road ahead of her, but the death grips two headed calf acid trip bonanza was certainly a big first step.

over the course of the next year my band would break up, the population of my house would shift around, i’d begin taking hormones and start work on what became music 2. i’d also fall in love and have some even weirder experiences thinning the veil between here and whatever lies beyond, but those are all perhaps for different posts or my own memory.

until coming out as trans i wanted to opt out of living every day. i felt like a walking mistake and my eyes looked sad and my skin hung off of my bones in a really uncanny shape. it was really hard to get up in the morning and i often just wouldn’t.

i would be lying if i said it was all sunshine and daisies from there, but for the past three years and some change i’ve woken up each day having already made the choice to live. and as the country in which i live by that choice shifts further toward the fascist right and seeks to eliminate the very existence of people like me, i cling on to that resolve harder and harder with an iron clawed grip. if they want me dead they’ll have to kill me, because i’ve seen the other side and there is no fucking way i am ever going to do it myself. i like being alive because the world is beautiful, and after viewing that beauty through the kaleidoscopic lens of being trans i am determined to fight for it until my last breath.

thank you for the gold, zach <3 i spent it on magic beans

It's been three months since I made this post about Saints Sergius and Bacchus, John Boswell, classical Western homoeroticism, and Christian homophobia.

Since then I have read both of Boswell's books on the history of gay/queer people in premodern Christianity (Christianity, Social Tolerance, and Homosexuality and Same-Sex Unions in Premodern Europe), familiarized myself more fully with the spectrum of charges against Boswell and his scholarship, and realized that he's been the subject of ideologically-motivated smear campaigns by just about every political/religious/academic faction you can imagine. My conclusion: Professor Boswell is a saint, martyr, and important queer elder who does not get the respect that he deserves, and I'm in awe of the sheer volume of the massive genius brain that was somehow crammed into his little blond head.

ANYWAY. This is an official followup to my original post, now that I've read Boswell's work.

I take back my hunch that Boswell's work was not intersectional. He was, in fact, a pioneer in the field of medieval social history, and utilized a wide range of critical lenses in his work. He was inhibited by the lack of documented evidence about some groups (for example, he was frequently criticized for not writing more about lesbians, but he was open about the difficulties of researching lesbians in history and explained what he was doing as a scholar and as a teacher to mitigate this) but he constantly called attention to issues of class, gender, and other social factors wherever they were relevant.

I was RIGHT in noticing that the slight difference in rank between Sergius and Bacchus seems to be an erastes/eromenos indicator! Boswell spoke at greater length and with greater sensitivity about erastes/eromenos dynamics in history, so if you want a deeper look into that, you should read his books.

I was also probably right in noticing that the legend of Sergius and Bacchus is seeded with various forms of Byzantine propaganda! I really wish that I could talk to him about it. :(

Both secular queer theorists and religious queer theologians seem to be most uncomfortable with the fact that Boswell was reporting on historical facts and observable social forces, not idealized concepts of queer people as somehow being more ethical or spiritual than the straight majority. He included evidence of things like abuse, prostitution, and exploitation not because he thought they were cool, but because they were part of the material reality of queer people's existence in the past, just like they were part of the material reality of his own 70s-80s gay subculture.

That was his bottom line: gay/queer people are a normal human variation, and as a historian, he could provide hard proof of their existence and what their lives might have been like. If his work seems "shallow" or "dated" to some more modern queer researchers, it's only because so many people were willing to dismiss his scholarship, reject his work, and abandon his research leads after he died. But, he was actually super smart and his scholarship was actually meticulous, so even his most dedicated critics have been unable to "debunk" him. Christianity, Social Tolerance, and Homosexuality most recently had a 35th-anniversary reprinting, and he is still being cited as an authority by more recent scholars.

Even though the full strength of the Church and the Academy were leveled against him, his work has proven its own worth. He still deserves to be read and discussed by both professional scholars and enthusiastic hobbyists. And, the Open and Affirming movement in Christianity wouldn't be as strong as it is without his confirmation that "gays and lesbians are normal," as he put it, and not simply a construct of modern society.

Rest in power, Professor Boswell. We won't forget you.

Since I made that post, I have also opened a sticker shop with a bunch of queer Christian saint icons, including Boswell and some of the queer saints he discovered/wrote about. They're pretty cool. You should buy one.

“Spirituality on the other hand, is a chosen path of developing intimate relationships with God. It’s chosen, it’s nurtured, and it’s optional.”  Caroline Myss

Dear loved ones,

Do not listen when they tell you you cannot be gay and believe in God. Choose one, they say.

This is a blatant lie. You can be both. In his wise ways, God created you perfect in his eyes. Be gay, pray with a glad heart and thank Him for this blessing and gift. To love is a freedom given to you to receive joy and happiness in this world. You are blessed more than you know and God loves you just as you are. For He is The God of Love. You are precious and destined for good things and for a good world to come.

Ignore the imperfect writings of ancient men and listen to your heart and reason - love is the way.

Love yourself and love God. Be free from choosing and condemnation.

Lots of love,

MCL69, Student of the One

“The process of opening up is essential to any notion of a spiritual life. You open and open again. And then you open again. To love. To friendship. To teachers and learning. To safety. To new experience. To growth and to change. To the reality of your life and your place in the world. To changing the story of your life, if necessary. To trust. To faith. To intimacy. To responsibility. Opening of the hearts, juman and animal.” -Jon Katz . . . . . . #mylifeinbaja #getoutside #rewild #rewildyourlife #adventure #horse #horsesbyjose #bajacalifornia #beherenow (at La Mision, Baja California, Mexico) https://www.instagram.com/p/CoAigfpPs1P/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

“The methodology I advocate for is absurd, based in a naturalized ontology; a cynical and skeptical transvaluation of the culture that surrounds us. This essay is to address the psychic problems central to the Symbolic sphere; a form of psychic rewilding and becoming feral had to occur via the deconstructive transvaluation of Symbolic culture (which makes transcendental the material world) through authentic cynical and skeptical subjectivism. An atheist friend once said to me, “That’s just science and atheism.” No, it’s not! Most atheist and scientists are no more natural or objective than their spiritual counterparts within religious theology. Rather than ideological atheism, this is as lose as we can reach to pure skeptical subjectivism – the rewilded feral and animalistic perception of authentic unmediated truth. We need to deconstruct the ideological Symbolic apparatus of myths that form the theological structures of our reality, via our civilized oedipal consciousness, into a perception and culture that is post-civilized. I say postcivilized for one definite reason; it is not possible, in a holistic sense, to unlearn our languages and socialization – but it is possible to form a cultural collective consciousness, based in the individual, that is able to authentically transcend the bad faith of Symbolic culture and, in an almost circular motion, return to a feral perception that is far closer, if not totally connected, to the pre-Symbolic natural Real of wild-Being.”

— Julian Langer - Feral Consciousness

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going here would fix me actually

Want: Cuddles

Receives: Struggles

justin, i will find you

some of the recent stuff i've got with them

Old ass video from 2022, just never posted and thought i’d share now!! Went to see them live in LA on my 17th birthday, best concert i’ve been to!! (sorry bout horrible quality)

cw > eyestrain ?

oough i love listening to albums in the dark oouggh i love cars

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