Open letter. [from LG and JG]:
If pubic hair is always within ideology, what happens when I play with pubic hair patterns? I stay mostly within the bounds of the "New-Age hippie profuse growth" ideology, notable for its inactivity, which nonetheless manifests as activity (comfort-seeking, laziness, resistance to buying anything, including razors, or resistance to heteronormative gender-patterns) which trips me back behind the veil of ideology. Occasionally, for fun, braving discomfort, I will try the "yuppie strip," which in my mind is the same as the "stripper skunk," realizing that this moment of agency is a collective dynamic, reflecting the recomposition (confusion) of class, and that as such my self-interested shaving action coincides with the general need of humanity, or at least of my class, to resist the branding of our genitals. In what ideology do I reside if I play within/among ideologies? How self-aware can we be? Are you reading this blog, Slavoj, or do I have to drop by your house? Jajaja.
File under: more thoughts on play.
On another note, I was unexpectedly gifted eight tiny succulent offspring, treasures, including bomboană, panda (kalanchoe tomentosa), porumb vie (euphorbia mammillaris variegata), jellybean (sedum pachyphyllum), and airplane (haworthia mirabilis) varieties; and while potting them in front of the window watched a gecko squiggle across the window-screen, skin wrinkling. It paused and changed color from light green to grey. In my head I have to resist the overuse of the cartooned gecko in branding (insurance companies, caribbean vacation brochures, etc.) to fully appreciate the beauty of this creature.