Angela Carter, The Erl-King (from The Bloody Chamber)

eat me. want me. grind my bones into dust, sprinkle me onto every meal. i just want your hands on me. your teeth. your tongue. i have grown desperate for you. i need to be inside of you so you can never get rid of me even after i'm gone.

the toxic yaoi father, the toxic yuri daughter, & the toxic holy spirit

the wolf and the lamb / undone undress, marika hackman / the carnivorous lamb, agustin gomez-arcos / hannibal & will, hannibal (2013) / lestat & louis, interview with the vampire (2022)

cannibalism as a medium for love except it is sacrificial love, yes I love you, eat me, it doesn't matter how much it hurts, I give you my flesh to feed from because I could not let you starving, I would rather die myself

Cannibalism is love, is desire.

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cannibalism as a metaphor for love, especially queer love is the greatest thing i think that we as a collective community have ever done because as a society were so lonely so isolating that yes of course you want intimacy, you need it, but sex is banal and surprisingly cold and what do you mean i cant love you openly? i love you so deeply that nothing could ever measure up yet our love is a sin and i need you closer and closer still and if the only way i can truly know and love you is by intaking you so that we can never be apart then cannibalism is truly the peak of love and ajksdfjasdk just cannibalism! as a metaphor! for! love!

Every hour is a mute craving for you, a hunger and a want.

Renée Vivien, Letter to Natalie Clifford Barney (1901)

I made a Bones & All playlist months back, check it out if ya want.

It's very long, 4hr47mins at the moment. I still add songs here and there.

i’ve been having a lot of thoughts about hunger and love

[ID: an illustrated hand written poem that reads:

they say “love makes you hungry” they say “it hollows you out leaves a pit in your stomach makes you ravenous”

I say “that’s alright - I know how to bake bread and make soup and peel oranges, segment each piece for us to share.”

“I know how to feed someone,” I say. my kitchen is always open and there is space for you to come in.

A watercolour and ink illustration below the poem shows a bowl of steaming butternut squash soup. The bowl is brown with grey flowers, the soup is orange, and the steam curls up around the words of the poem. The artistic style is loose and a bit sketchy, with thick lines drawn in ink. Similarly, the handwriting of the poem is a bit of a scrawl.

The artist’s signature reads h. graves. End ID.]

cannibalism as a metaphor for love

in an article about cannibalism, and how a prion disease was ravaging communities, killing women and children:

"In many villages, when a person died, they would be cooked and consumed. It was an act of love and grief.

As one medical researcher described, 'If the body was buried it was eaten by worms; if it was placed on a platform it was eaten by maggots; the Fore believed it was much better that the body was eaten by people who loved the deceased than by worms and insects.'

Women removed the brain, mixed it with ferns, and cooked it in tubes of bamboo. They fire-roasted and ate everything except the gall bladder. It was primarily adult women who did so, says Lindenbaum, because their bodies were thought to be capable of housing and taming the dangerous spirit that would accompany a dead body.

'So, the women took on the role of consuming the dead body and giving it a safe place inside their own body — taming it, for a period of time, during this dangerous period of mortuary ceremonies,' says Lindenbaum.

But women would occasionally pass pieces of the feast to children. 'Snacks,' says Lindenbaum. 'They ate what their mothers gave them,' she says, until the boys hit a certain age and went off to live with the men. 'Then, they were told not to touch that stuff.'"

i think something about that is so morbidly beautiful, like they're saying, "I loved you. Yes, I believe your body houses a dangerous spirit, but I'll risk it all in order to show you this one last act of devotion and love. I will not leave you to the worms and maggots, for they do not know you. Instead, I will painstakingly break you down and ingest you, I will commit the biggest taboo, because you deserve to reside in the ones you love, not the pests of the earth."

[obligatory disclosure: yes this is fucked up and gross and morally wrong. I just think the idea is so loving.]

the toxic yaoi father, the toxic yuri daughter, & the toxic yaoi holy spirit