Several years ago one of my friends sent me a cartoon photo of a vagina which had been replaced by a venus fly trap; said trap was in the process of consuming a man's penis, the look on the man's face is one I will never forget, even though it was a cartoon. I remember staring at the fly-trap and thinking that it had a coy smile on, as if it had been waiting for a nice juicy member for months, and when it finally arrived, it could bask in the succulent goodness. I'm pretty sure that this wasn't what the fly-trap thought, it probably thought "I'm a fly-trap. This is a penis. Something is awry." Who knows, or cares? Anyway. I found this whole incident mildly unpleasant, but also really quite disconcerting or uncanny. Obviously, as with anything, I put down my perturbed feelings to a natural reaction: enforced floral castration is not the loveliest thing to think about - unless you've got some weird as fetishes; however, today I was reading an essay about this very theme (castration, not weird plantcockmunching) and it has set me on a new path.
Everyone reading this open up a new tab and google Medusa (the snakeheaded lady of Greek mythology). Go on a pictorial representation - not really a photo - and have a look at what you see. If you're anything like me - alongside every other sentient being - you'll probably see something that looks like a stone head with snakes coming out the top of it. Yes, bear with me, I'm going somewhere with this. What do those snakes represent to you? Fear, alarm, scary snake head? Probably one of those (or apathy). But not to all, oh no, not to Freud: those snakes are the multi-faceted reincarnation of penis, representing the castration of the female genitals. The more snakes (penises), the more pronounced the imagery.
Who gets on board with this!?
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