/lit/ - Literature

>>22099490
This tranny obsession is reaching absolutely comical levels of obsession. This goes way beyond the classic "if you act homophobic you might be gay" meme- into a very real sense that you think of nothing else but women with penises day in and day out, 24/7, 365.

The fact that you do not have the self awareness to see that you yourself are very very very ill is really ironic.

>>22004937
>tfw too retarded to think about it

>>21976872
>/lit/ is a Christian board
Can't stand this meme. 4chan is the antithesis of piety. You tradlarpers are peak cringe.

>>21908056
But Uncle Balt got
his wish. He lived his death in solitude, without having to suffer the mercies
of the church, or the solicitude of the moist eye, the spooks who gather about
your bed to tell jokes as long as their faces: soon you will have no desires
they can deny; soon the servant in you will have carried out their last
request; there will be one less to pain or complain of—how it saddens them; and
even my father thought he felt bad when my mother died, in her asylum, in
solitude too, her blood leaking back into her body through her throat.

But Uncle Balt got
his wish. I have a picture of him there on that lonely farm, the sky like soil,
dirty with one disaster after another, yelling at the elements, maybe; for by
now the world must have become a woman for him, nibbling away at his life,
bossing his mouth, wearing the paint from his house, thinning his skin,
darkening everything by degrees with dust—boy am I in for it—and the hail like
bullets falling onto those apparently applauding stalks, crops grazed to the
ground, eaten up and hammered down into a stubble the wind will shave.
Surely he must have
realized in those final years that his wish had been granted ironically, as so
many are in fairy tales, for now he was alone with the grandparents of us
everywhere; because when the early myths described creation, didn’t they
suggest a mating of the earth and sky? and what better image of that copulation
is there than the funnel of wood and straw and dust the tornado’s excited
suction shapes: a column according to its outer edges, the classic figure of
the phallus; then vaginal on its inner rims, in its windings, hollows, shell-like
lips?

Kids from the
Conservation Corps, I gather, discovered him. He fell climbing over a fence,
they said. The wind blew a bed of dust around him. He’d snapped a leg and
consequently fainted. That is their conjecture. Who knows how strong he was by
then; how well he’d slept or eaten; or even if he had been faithful to the
fields in his former fashion, without the need to rush away from granny’s
house—as it then had become—in anxiety, disgust, or anger? Disgust. Maybe
that’s why he ate with a napkin like a loincloth covering his mouth. Slowly
silted up the way sand buries a beach, he’d been in his grave near a month when
the boys dug him up. He hadn’t ripened much. He and his world were eternal as
Egypt. Until they found him, I’m willing to bet, his hair had blown lazily
about like those heads of oat and wheat he’d picked to check the progress of
the crop.

>>21893232
Implication being? Teens should be blindfolded and shackled till God gives the all clear signal?