Meme Wilson

But I have lost myself in a million other people. I’m no longer fluent in my own language. I’ve consumed so many dreams that weren’t mine, I don’t recognise the hunger of my own longing.

To suppress the erotic is to forgo passion, but also to forfeit independence. For what else is autonomy, if not the freedom to choose according to one’s own rhythm, one’s own longing, one’s felt truth? Systems of control (political, religious, familial) have always sought to neutralise the erotic, because it cannot be domesticated. Eros threatens... See more

the erotic, in its original conception, is not confined to bodies. It is the fire that propels the soul out of dormancy. It is the throb of longing for something more.

To choose an erotic life is not simply to chase pleasure or gratification; that would be to mistake Eros for Hedone. Rather, it is to say “yes” to the kind of friction that transforms. It is the decision to let yourself be undone by what draws you in.

Choosing differently is not about rejecting our mothers. It is about refusing to romanticize their suffering. It is about understanding that many of them did the best they could with limited choice, limited rights, limited economic power, and heavy social expectations.