I'm exhausted...
I'm so tired of showing up in direct opposition of the objectification of bodies, especially female bodies. Of wanting to create and share art that offers a window into intimacy and relationship with our bodies. Art that bridges the gap between what we've been conditioned to believe is necessary to have in a body in order to be worthy of care, compassion or consideration, towards what is possible when we land in what is in front of us and the body that we have. Art that highlights the dynamic intimate nature of relationships beyond the glorified performance based sex we know and is rampantly available at the click of a button. To offer something tender, vulnerable and real because as I see it, that is the only way back to ourselves, each other and out of these stories we've been fed that keep us prisoners in our own experience, in our own bodies.
I'm tired.
Tired of the wild experience of sharing this kind of art only to have it well received by the people and then punished by the platform. To be told to sit in the corner until I can behave.
But I refuse to behave.
I refuse to sit idly by or go quietly. To slink off into the shadows and lick my wounds while you carry out your bullshit.
So fuck your censorship, your rules and your commitment to keeping us disconnected and small.
Fuck your stories and projections around who we need to be in order to take up space in this world or what gets to be beautiful.
Fuck your fear of female nipples and soft fleshy breasts.
Fuck your disgust at intimacy and pleasure for all genders.
Fuck your notion that there is anything wrong with the human body and experience or that we should feel shameful about it.
I may not be able to thrive on social media as a nude photographer, but that doesn't mean I have any plans to go quietly or to stop sharing this art that I'm called to create with you.
It might mean for now anyway that most of it has to live here where we're unrestricted, unburdened by censorship and the heaviness of what's to be expected of us. Where we can actually be tender and soft together.
With love and defiance,
Lindsay