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When Andy wrote this so long ago, I loved it but I didn't understand it yet. And I think that now, I'm starting to.
"I looked at the photo and saw myself stripped bare, and what love had done to me-- what it does to us all. Love strips us of our protection. It lures us out in a slow sensual undressing of our emotional garb. Love drives us to bend and twist ourselves into people we no longer recognize; beyond any state of natural shape or form. Love arouses and pleases us with all the trappings of a midsummer night's dream, and then it never lets us forget. It shows the world how weak, stupid, and childish we always knew we could be.
Love has left me feeling like an unwilling pin-up sacrifice to the voyeur fetishists who hide behind the eyes of everyone, the demons behind the shutter. Utter and unequivocal exposure. Love is a camera and we're all just fucking ourselves."
This kind of love has always been a far away, abstract theory for me. Now that I stand in its shadow, it consumes me.
"I looked at the photo and saw myself stripped bare, and what love had done to me-- what it does to us all. Love strips us of our protection. It lures us out in a slow sensual undressing of our emotional garb. Love drives us to bend and twist ourselves into people we no longer recognize; beyond any state of natural shape or form. Love arouses and pleases us with all the trappings of a midsummer night's dream, and then it never lets us forget. It shows the world how weak, stupid, and childish we always knew we could be.
Love has left me feeling like an unwilling pin-up sacrifice to the voyeur fetishists who hide behind the eyes of everyone, the demons behind the shutter. Utter and unequivocal exposure. Love is a camera and we're all just fucking ourselves."
This kind of love has always been a far away, abstract theory for me. Now that I stand in its shadow, it consumes me.