I'm not my body, and sometimes I revolt and rail against it bitterly. It's not that I am dissatisfied with this body, but I hate equally any encapsulating piece of flesh. I wish people could "see" me as I see me, all spirit and mind, thought and emotion. Things get so diluted and distorted when they are filtered through the flesh, and I fucking hate that. I don't feel like this all the time, but every once in a while it bobs up to the surface.
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Date: 2005-02-19 12:01 am (UTC)I don't feel like this all the time, but every once in a while it bobs up to the surface.