Prepare yourself for the thing that made me cry today.
Everyday there are many, many things that seem to cause my face to leak in a strange, unhelpful way which always feels to me that I am somehow losing something. That I am somehow letting something important run carelessly down my face.
Yet I never run out - but this is a miracle for another day entirely.
This morning I was reading a treatise regarding Rebecca Solnit's treatise regarding love and I came upon a link to a paean to Frida Kahlo's fierce brand of love.
I walked away with this terror and beauty I found In Ms. Kahlo's description of her husband:
"I warn you that in this picture I am painting of Diego there will be colors which even I am not fully acquainted with. Besides, I love Diego so much I cannot be an objective speculator of him or his life… I cannot speak of Diego as my husband because that term, when applied to him, is an absurdity. He never has been, nor will he ever be, anybody’s husband. I also cannot speak of him as my lover because to me, he transcends by far the domain of sex. And if I attempt to speak of him purely, as a soul, I shall only end up by painting my own emotions. Yet considering these obstacles of sentiment, I shall try to sketch his image to the best of my ability."
and I leaked more than a little.
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