autism-and-autotune
A musical mind with recent revelations
Um, I don't know if this discussion should go here, or in a special interest thread, or...something else. It might be weird but bear with me.
So, you know how there's this portrayal or just...quirk that some men (trying not to generalize, but) have about collecting either images, statues, whatever form of visualization of women? You know--some rich guy in a movie having essentially Playboy but fancier in one room, and not even for erotic or sexual needs---just to have. this post may seem sexist or misogynistic but that's not my intent.
In college, during a masterclass/studio, I remember the head pianist talking about one fellow piano instructor she'd known who was pretty respected in the piano community, and a very good instructor, but a curious fellow. "When he died, for the bust on his gravestone he wanted a cello, but it was a cello that looked like the midsection of a naked woman." That disgusting pig, I remember thinking.
...but the more I learn about autism and fixations, and indeed my own mistakes and quirks of the past, the more it's got me thinking. Collecting things, even if they have no 'immediate purpose or otherwise value' is definitely something we're prone to doing. I don't like pornography in the least--it's become too weird and commercialized the industry itself is toxic and harmful to women, so for moral reasons it's nothing I engage in---but having been an awkward young man who hyper-focused on nudity and sex, both of which harmed myself and my relationship---is it too far-fetched to think that anatomy in art form (paintings, statues, etc) is, well...taboo? Or not taboo? Golly I'm embarrassed.
So for example, there's this movie called Cashback about a guy with insomnia who can control time and is also a photographer. Specifically he views the female form as artwork, and not out of desires of lust or other urges. Now some could see that films and say, "Oh, this is gross and sexist!" which I guess it would be if that was all he desired from women, and not having a relationship or normal platonic friendship/work relationship/etc, which he certainly did.
In college, especially because it was the first time I'd been really around girls, I just couldn't not have a focus on sexual desires. Not that I actively pursued things from random girls; it would've been wrong and I was too awkward. But it felt like I was a prisoner in my own head--'we want what we cannot have' sort of thing. I was Tantalus in Hades, and everything my brain made me desire was the fleeting water or the fruit hanging just out of reach.
I don't know where I'm going with this, nor how to conclude it.
So, you know how there's this portrayal or just...quirk that some men (trying not to generalize, but) have about collecting either images, statues, whatever form of visualization of women? You know--some rich guy in a movie having essentially Playboy but fancier in one room, and not even for erotic or sexual needs---just to have. this post may seem sexist or misogynistic but that's not my intent.
In college, during a masterclass/studio, I remember the head pianist talking about one fellow piano instructor she'd known who was pretty respected in the piano community, and a very good instructor, but a curious fellow. "When he died, for the bust on his gravestone he wanted a cello, but it was a cello that looked like the midsection of a naked woman." That disgusting pig, I remember thinking.
...but the more I learn about autism and fixations, and indeed my own mistakes and quirks of the past, the more it's got me thinking. Collecting things, even if they have no 'immediate purpose or otherwise value' is definitely something we're prone to doing. I don't like pornography in the least--it's become too weird and commercialized the industry itself is toxic and harmful to women, so for moral reasons it's nothing I engage in---but having been an awkward young man who hyper-focused on nudity and sex, both of which harmed myself and my relationship---is it too far-fetched to think that anatomy in art form (paintings, statues, etc) is, well...taboo? Or not taboo? Golly I'm embarrassed.
So for example, there's this movie called Cashback about a guy with insomnia who can control time and is also a photographer. Specifically he views the female form as artwork, and not out of desires of lust or other urges. Now some could see that films and say, "Oh, this is gross and sexist!" which I guess it would be if that was all he desired from women, and not having a relationship or normal platonic friendship/work relationship/etc, which he certainly did.
In college, especially because it was the first time I'd been really around girls, I just couldn't not have a focus on sexual desires. Not that I actively pursued things from random girls; it would've been wrong and I was too awkward. But it felt like I was a prisoner in my own head--'we want what we cannot have' sort of thing. I was Tantalus in Hades, and everything my brain made me desire was the fleeting water or the fruit hanging just out of reach.
I don't know where I'm going with this, nor how to conclude it.