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The mark of the immature man is that he wants to die nobly for a cause, while the mark of the mature man is that he wants to live humbly for one.
Wilhelm Stekel
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The mark of the immature man is that he wants to die nobly for a cause, while the mark of the mature man is that is wants to live humbly for one.
Wilhelm Stekel
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“Freuds most distinguished pupil” Austrian physician Wilhelm Stekel had some uh, interesting, things to say about how gay brains work in the 1920s
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two random notes on suicide:
at a conference in vienna in 1910, wilhelm stekel claimed that “no one killed himself unless he either wanted to kill another person or wished another’s death.” stekel also died via suicide in 1940.
in 1983, buie and maltsberger described suicide as resulting from “two types of imperative impulses: murderous hate and an urgent need to escape suffering.”
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Images work a powerful effect on the mind. If we question in our hearts who we are, our minds throw up to our vision an image of ourselves. We seek a picture, a word, a name. We feel we do not know our own feelings unless they are named. And we inherit through culture the very names we give to feelings.
This power of culture over our lives is a power we study and recognize. Kenneth Boulding, a philosopher in the sociology of knowledge, writes: "persons themselves are to a considerable extent what their images make them." And he follows this with another insight, which should be terrifying when we consider the images of men and women in pornography and in the pornographic sensibility. He writes: "people tend to remake themselves in the image which other people have of them."
The philosopher of language Wittgenstein gives us a similar insight. He writes: "The child learns to believe a host of things, i.e., it learns to act according to these beliefs. Bit by bit there forms a system of what is believed, and in that system some things stand unshakably fast and some are more or less liable to shift. What stands fast does so, not because it is intrinsically obvious or convincing; it is rather held fast by what lies around."
This relationship between culture and event has tragic consequences in our lives. In 1972, for example, the surgeon general's report on images of violence on television suggested that a causal relationship exists between an exposure to television violence and a child's participation in more aggressive behavior. For culture and event become one another. In the early twentieth century, a magazine publishes a photograph of a real event, a photograph of a woman political activist being tortured by the czarist police. Now this event, through its publication as a photograph, has become culture. And a young man buys this photograph. He stares at it. He becomes obsessed with it. Later he imagines that he is torturing a woman who has rejected him in the same fashion as this photograph depicts. Finally he actuates these fantasies in ritual tortures as a sadomasochist. (We read of his life after he becomes a patient of Wilhelm Stekel.) He makes culture actual.
By this transformation from image to act and act to image, we become imprisoned in a world of mirrors. For we cease to be able to tell illusion from actuality or to distinguish our own natures from the nature we are imagined to have. Thus if we are unhappy, we can find no way out of our dilemma, no door leading us into another world than this world of mirrors. In one mirror we see a photograph of a woman who is tortured. This may be a fictional pose. Or it may be a newspaper reporting an actual event. Or we may witness this event in our own lives. So, gradually, we cease to be able to imagine ourselves as otherwise. Every reflection we see tells us that only cruelty is possi-ble. That violence is inevitable. We are trapped by our own minds.
In this way culture becomes like a web that is invisible to our eyes, made up strand by strand of image and word, each strand becoming more powerful through the existence of the other strands. But we do not see any of the strands. We do not examine our assumptions, our choices, our decisions: Rather, they fade into the background for us. And we confuse them with ourselves and with nature.
So if an image turns into an act, we do not perceive this transformation as having taken place. Rather, we say to ourselves that the image has accurately predicted the future. And if a pornographic fantasy becomes an event, we say that pornography has truthfully portrayed sexuality. And finally, when we read that a man is convicted of kidnapping and "brutally" murdering an adolescent girl "to fulfill a bizarre sexual fantasy," we do not come to understand that the pornographic imagination can lead to actual murder. We do not suspect, as we ought to suspect, that pornography endangers our lives.
-Susan Griffin, Pornography and Silence: Culture’s Revenge Against Nature
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Drarius Fic Recs
They're hot, your honor. Also in love. (But it's really important for them that you know how hot they are.) Ahem. Anyway! My beloved Drarius. There aren't nearly enough fics for them, but I've collected some of my favorites to share! (Along with a shameless self rec at the bottom!) We need more Draco/Sirius in the world! Even if it's only Draco/Sirius love. 😌 Obvious warning for cousin incest on all of these.
Howling in the Wind
by calrissian18. Rated: M. Words: 12,486. Pining. Jealousy. Injured Draco.
"The mark of the immature man is that he wants to die nobly for a cause, while the mark of a mature man is that he wants to live humbly for one." ~ Wilhelm Stekel
Sit Back and Watch the Bed Burn
by calrissian18. Rated: E. Words: 2,061. Draco/Sirius. Incest. Bestiality. Pining Harry.
You say 'bad idea' like it's a bad idea.
Sirius Black and the Blasted Moral Dilemma
by dracogotgame. Rated: E. Words: 3,384. Humor.
Sirius has the hots for his young cousin and it's driving him spare.
A Careful Approach
by digthewriter (@digthewriter.) Rated: E. Words: 730. Draco/Sirius. Daddy kink. Magical AU.
Draco has wanted this for a while but never had he dared to ask. Until tonight.
Enough
by gracerene (@gracerene.) Rated: E. Words: 1,421. Post Hogwarts. Sirius lives. Cross-gen. Drunk sex.
Written for the prompt: Draco only shows up on his doorstep when he's drunk. Sirius is tired of it.
Give it to Me Daddy
by gracerene (@gracerene.) Rated: E. Words: 599. Daddy kink. Dirty talk. Established relationship.
Written for the prompt: Draco/Sirius, daddy!kink
Stay
by gypsyflame. Rated: E. Words: 23,589. Draco/Sirius. Underage. Arranged/forced marriage. Dub-con.
War is coming, and Narcissa is scared for Draco. So she turns to the only person she can think of – Sirius Black.
More Than It Looks Like
by josephine_wenteworth. Rated: E. Words: 8,144. Draco/Sirius. Background Harry/Severus. Dirty talk. Unrequited love.
Sirius and Draco work together to break up Harry and Snape, which somehow in Draco's mind means they have a lot sex with each other. Sirius doesn't mind because anything that gets Harry and Snape fighting is a win for him.
Burned Silk, Buckled Leather
by RuinsPlume (@ruinsplume.) Rated: E. Words: 12,567. Draco/Sirius. Daddy kink. Watersports. Catharsis. Angst with a happy ending.
When Sirius discovers a down-and-out Draco Malfoy lurking around the edges of a Muggle kink club, he thinks he knows just what Draco needs. He isn't expecting to run into some long-buried needs of his own.
The Classics
by wolfpants (@wolfpants.) Rated: M. Words: 1,130. Draco/Sirius. Minor Wolfstar. Androgyny. Vanity. POV First Person.
Sirius gets more than he bargained for when he heads to bed after a long day and night in Grimmauld Place.
Old Dogs and New Tricks
by youcantseeus. Rated: T. Words: 14,099. Postwar. Humor. First person POV. Personal favorite.
Draco isn't gay, he just appreciates a good looking man when he sees one. Honest! And Sirius Black is a good looking man.
~ Shameless Self Rec ~
Gray Eyes
by danpuff. Rated: E. Words: 6,276. Series: 2 fics. Draco/Sirius. Underage (16.) Size kink. Praise kink. Virginity loss. Voyeurism. Implied background Harry/Severus.
Draco is trapped with Sirius at Number Twelve, the summer between fifth and sixth year. He's a shiny new toy Sirius can't resist.
Other works of mine featuring this ship: Welcome to the Family and Draco Drabbles.
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“The opposite of ‘love’ isn’t ‘hate,’ it’s ‘indifference.’”
The writer Elie Wiesel has made this quote in trend since 1986, but according to QI, this adage already existed in the 1880s. From a political essay in Vermont to Freud’s follower’s book, “The Beloved Ego: Foundations of the New Study of the Psyche” by Wilhelm Stekel, to George Bernard Shaw’s play.
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Stepchildren of Nature (2000) and Pornographic Archaeology (2012) were two of the more interesting paraphilia books of the 21st century. There was also Jesse Bering's Perv: The Sexual Deviant in All of Us (2013).
All of these reference, or should reference, Wilhelm Stekel's Sadism and Masochism (1925) [DEPICTED].
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my favourite conversation from Catcher in the Rye by J.D. Salinger
“I have a feeling that you’re riding for some kind of terrible, terrible fall. But I honestly don’t know what kind… Are you listening to me?”
“Yes”
You could tell he was trying to concentrate and all.
“It may be the kind where, at the age of thirty, you sit in some bar hating everybody who comes in looking as if he might have played football in college. Then again, you may pick up just enough education to hate people who say, “ It’s a secret between he and I”. Or you may end up in some business office, throwing paper clips to the nearest stenographer. I just don’t know. But do you know what I’m driving at, at all?”
--------(holden tries to correct Mr. Antolini about some of his claims that even if he hates all his acquaintances from Pencey, he does miss them)-------
“All right. Listen to me a minute now, I may not word this as memorably as I’d like to, but I’ll write you a letter about it in a day or two. Then you can get it straight. But listen now, anyway.” He started concentrating again. Then he said, “This fall I think you’re riding for—it’s a special kind of fall, a horrible kind. The man falling isn’t permitted to feel or hear himself hit bottom. He just keeps falling and falling. The whole arrangement’s designed for men who, at some time or other in their lives, were looking for something their own environment couldn’t supply them with. Or they thought their own environment couldn’t supply them with. So they gave up looking. They gave it up before they ever really even got started. You follow me?”
“Yes, sir.”
“Sure?”
“Yes”
“I don’t want to scare you,” he said, “but I can very clearly see you dying nobly, one way or another, for some highly unworthy cause.” He gave me a funny look. “If I write something down for you, will you read it carefully? And keep it?”
“Yes, Sure”
“Oddly enough, this wasn’t written by a practising poet. It was written by a psychoanalyst named Wilhelm Stekel. Here’s what he---Are you still with me?”
“Yes, sure I am.”
“Here’s what he said: ‘The mark of an immature man is that he wants to die nobly for a cause, while the mark of a mature man is that he wants to live humbly for one.”
“I think that one of these days,” he said, “you’re going to have to find out where you want to go. And then you’ve got to start going there. But immediately. You can’t afford to lose a minute. Not you.”
“And I hate to tell you,” he said,” but I think that once you have a fair idea where you want to go, your first move will be to apply yourself in school. You’ll have to. You’re a student—whether the idea appeals to you or not. You’re in love with knowledge. And I think you’ll find, once you get past those annoyances---” Holden interrupts but he went on.
“ Once you get past those annoyances, you’re going to start getting closer and closer—that is, if you want to, and if you look for it and wait for it—to the kind of information that will be very, very dear to your heart. Among other things, you’ll find that you’re not the first person who was ever confused and frightened and even sickened by human behavior. You’re by no means alone on that score; you’ll be excited and stimulated to know. Many, many men have been just as troubled morally and spiritually as you are right now. Happily, some of them kept records of their troubles. You’ll learn from them—if you want to. Just as someday, if you have something to offer, someone will learn something from you. It’s a beautiful reciprocal arrangement. And it isn’t education. It is history. It is poetry.”
“I am not trying to tell you that only the educated and scholarly man are able to contribute something to the world. It’s not so. But I do say that educated and scholarly men, if they are brilliant and creative to begin with—which, unfortunately, is rarely the case—tend to leave infinitely more valuable records behind them than men who are merely brilliant and creative. They tend to express themselves more clearly, and they usually have a passion for following their thoughts to the end. And—most important—nine times out of ten, they have more humility than the unscholarly thinker. Do you follow me at all?”
“Yes, sir”
“ Something else an academic education will do for you. If you go along any considerable distance, it’ll begin to give you an idea of what size mind you have, what it’ll fit and, maybe, what it won’t. After a while, you’ll have an idea of what kind of thoughts your particular size mind should be wearing. For one thing, it saves you an extraordinary amount of time trying on ideas that don’t suit you and aren’t becoming you. You’ll begin to know your true measurements and dress your mind accordingly.”
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Muchos de los grandes precursores del psicoanálisis moderno, fotografiados en un congreso de psicoanálisis celebrado en 1911 en Weimar, Alemania.
1. Sigmund Freud (Viena). 2. Otto Rank (Viena). 3. Ludwig Binswanger (Kreuzlingen). 4. A. A. Brill. 5. Max Eitingon (Berlín). 6. James J. Putnam (Boston). 7. Ernest Jones (Toronto). 8. Wilhelm Stekel (Viena). 9.Eugen Bleuer (Zúrich). 10. Emma Jung (Küsnacht). 11. Sandor Ferenczi (Budapest). 12. C. G. Jung (Küsnacht).
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Die Sprache des Traumes : eine Darstellung der Symbolik und Deutung des Traumes in ihren Beziehungen zur kranken und gesunden Seele für Aerzte und Psychologen : Stekel, Wilhelm, 1868-1940. n 80117214 : Free Download, Borrow, and Streaming : Internet Archive
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Hi! I saw your really interesting addition and tags on that post about Wilhelm Stekel and the women needing permission to cross-dress. You mentioned you thought you read about it in the book Meleg század. It sounds like a fascinating read, but I googled around a bit and couldn’t find where to get a copy. (It did tell me, however, that “Some results may have been removed under data protection law in Europe.” I literally just searched for the name and author, what data protection law exactly? I wonder what the issue could possibly be with that particular title. Any ideas, Hungary? 🙄)
So I just wanted to ask where you got yours and if you knew whether it’s available somewhere?
Thank you! I very much enjoy seeing your posts on my dash, with the occasional jabs at this country. I never get to hear or express that irl, so it feels nice to see someone commiserate.
Anyway, hope you have a lovely day!
Honestly I think this might not help you a lot because it's overly specific, but in high school I used to volunteer at Közkincs Könyvtár a lot, originally to get those sweet sweet volunteer hours in, and then because it was fun. They've got lots of feminist and LGBT literature and that's where I sat down and read a copy finally, because I ALSO couldn't find any goddamn copies of Meleg Század for sale. Like, brooo, why isn't there a single one 😭😭 Anyways, yeah. I wish I had a personal copy too, but I don't :( Libraries are a godsend though.
And mwah thank you so much <3 Hope you have a lovely day too!
#hmm i should go back to volunteer there one of these days it's not like i'm doing much else#i stopped around covid time and then they changed the volunteer hours up and now idk when to go lol
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Day 170: Monday June 19, 2023 - “There goes our hero”
Dad didn’t even flinch when I told him our flights out of Grand Rapids were a no-go; knowing that the mission of the day was to get our little lion home to his Mama, he pointed the big white truck towards Midway, even if it meant it’d be an 8 hour loop in the car. Now thats Grandpa’s love. And not the first time he’s saved the day with a run to Chicago. It’d be close to 1am in Tucson before we finally rolled into the driveway- a very long travel day but when we tucked in at night it was cuddled up right up against Audrie, and it wouldn’t have been possible without Dad’s selfless investment in our ability to get here and get back. I am sure to him it was a small thing- joy of retirement life, but to us, it totally saved the day. We stopped off at a new Brewery and treated him to lunch at Greenbush, which just added to our luck - their food is great! Dad was spoiled on an awesome BBQ sandwich and a pint, while I had one of the best chicken sandwiches Ive ever had, fueled me up to the challenge of cruising through standby Chicago to Phoenix via Kansas City and put a nice successful bow around this nice week long visit to Michigan.
Song: Foo Fighters feat. Shane Hawkins - My Hero
Quote: “The mark of the immature man is that he wants to die nobly for a cause, while the mark of the mature man is that is wants to live humbly for one.” ― Wilhelm Stekel
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His highest ideal was at first to die gloriously for something; now his ideal is the supreme one: to live humbly for something.
Wilhelm Stekel. (Referenced by J. D. Salinger, Catcher in the Rye)
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O homem imaturo decidi morrer por uma nobre causa, enquanto o homem maduro decide viver humildemente por uma causa
Wilhelm Stekel
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In an analytical study (which is still considered a definitive work), Sadism and Masochism, the psychoanalyst Wilhelm Stekel has described the essence of the sadomasochistic act to be humiliation. He tells us that no pain need be inflicted, nor even a fantasy of pain, for the condition known as sadomasochism to be present. Rather, this predilection is most typified by an experience of degradation, a degradation of the self or of another. Were we to move through the different forms of pornographic expression chronologically, we would discover in this sequence an ascending order of intensity in the feeling of humiliation.
To be made an object is in itself a humiliation. To be made a thing is to become a being without a will. But it is not the nature of a living being to have no will. Objectification of another is in itself a sadistic act, for to be made an object is to experience a pain of a loss of a part of the self: the soul. But to this degradation, the reduction of a whole being with a soul to mere matter, we must add the knowledge that matter itself is despised, and hated in its very essence. We read, for instance, in the phrase "to feel like shit," the quintessence of humiliation. For in the pornographic culture, humiliation emanates from the material.
With this philosophy framing what the eye sees, not only the objectification but the mere revelation of a woman's body is a degradation. The moment at which flesh, the material aspect of human nature, is revealed is humiliating to a mind which defines the body as degraded, And thus the voyeur, who appears to be a passive participant in the pornographic drama, completes a sadistic act when he watches a striptease. For without the presence of his eyes, were he not watching, no revelation would take place. As a member of the audience, he is both a witness and an actor: for his very presence has turned an innocent act into a degradation.
Moreover, hidden in the darkness of a theater, anonymous as the man who stares at a public photograph, he is in the position of power. The pornographic nude has become his object. She performs for his pleasure. He owns and masters her. And as much as she exposes herself and makes herself vulnerable, so is he also unexposed and invulnerable. Here again is the classic relationship between the sadist and the masochist.
-Susan Griffin, Pornography and Silence: Culture’s Revenge Against Nature
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