Last Thing You Wrote?

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I read that you dropped "name the trait" in reference to your veganism.... Peter Singer ... Veganism and hatred of the disabled - how do they go together? I thought you vegans are against suffering and want to prevent it, so why this latent and unfounded hatred? :)

First of all, who are "you vegans"? You are communicating with me, an individual, and not an imaginary, homogeneous group that follows the same dogma and thinks the same thoughts in every aspect of life. Such a portrayal of a group already reveals a lot and takes away any desire for further discussion from the outset. Nevertheless, I will still address the rest of your message.

Yes, I have already presented "name the trait" as a kind of verifiability for logical consistency in the context of veganism, and I am also familiar with Peter Singer and his philosophy. Furthermore, I am, of course, aware of the criticism of his preference utilitarianism, especially in my home country, which is not surprising given the country's history; historically, Germany cannot dissociate itself from the accusations of eugenics during the National Socialist era.

Without wanting to unnecessarily deepen this discussion, I would like to ask you whether you have also familiarized yourself with his writings and philosophy or whether, like many, you simply repeat what is commonly criticized without delving into it further. That's how your previous message comes across to me. Personally, your standpoint seems to deliberately misinterpret his writings to build a semblance of an argument, if it can even be called that. Your attempt to introduce a kind of strawman in the form of the allegedly homogeneous group of vegans does not really cast your message in a better light.

I am happy and willing to discuss philosophy and other topics at any time, but only if I see a certain meaningfulness and a real exchange in it. In your case, I see neither.

And by the way: Perhaps you should ask me about my reasons for veganism before arguing against it and assuming that Peter Singer's philosophy is my sole reason, because - and I can tell you this much - it is not.

Ich wünschte ein Mann würde jemals so über mich dichten, wie du über diese Frau. Du bist etwas ganz besonderes..

Ich bin lediglich ein stiller Beobachter, der einem Wunder beiwohnen durfte. Wer würde sich an meiner Stelle nicht im Versuch verlieren, eben jenes Wunder in Schriftform festzuhalten?

So what is the vegan solution? Should we treat animals like humans and humans like animals in every regard to make it fair and equal?

In this regard, I think one must recognize that equality, in its truest sense, is not about sameness but about acknowledging the inherent dignity of all beings in their distinctiveness. To treat humans and animals as equals in every regard would be to overlook the profound differences that define us - our capacity for reason, our self-awareness, our ability to shape and reflect upon the world in ways that transcend mere survival. Yet, in other ways, we are kin, sharing this earth and its fragile beauty, bound by the same breath of life, vulnerable to the same forces of nature.

To say that humans and animals should be treated identically is to misunderstand the nature of equality itself. Animals, by their very being, cannot be held to the same moral standards, nor can they bear the same responsibilities that humanity shoulders. Our power to quite literally rule over everything in this world places us in a different role; not one of dominance, but of stewardship.

For me the question was never about elevating animals to human standards or reducing humans to mere creatures, but about finding harmony in the difference, recognizing that we are not separate from the natural world, but a part of it and therefore responsible for it.

Reviewing your profile, it strikes me that you say that you are no stranger to erotic texts.I also write poetry and short stories, and I have received requests for erotic. In my case, I feel that it is something too intimate, to put it on the table my own experiences and kinks. May I ask if you don't post it because it's too intimate? Nice poetry, btw.

On the one hand, it certainly has to do with the fact that such writings bring certain thoughts and imaginations to light. For me, desire, lust and eroticism are linked to so much more than just a beautiful body and could never be satisfied only by such; there's more to it.

And this "more" is something I do not want to disclose so freely to everyone, just as I do not want to make deep feelings and thoughts accessible to everyone. True intimacy is a gift not to be shared with everyone.

Another reason is the fact that our language is limited and we can only ever try to translate sensations into it - an endeavor doomed to failure from the start. This insufficiency of language, the errors in translation, the inadequacy that becomes so painfully apparent with each successive word, is something that also bothers me a lot in this field, just as it does in the field of poetry.

But it also has to do with the fact that I - at least here on tumblr - do not have the feeling that many people are capable of looking at such a piece of writing in a detached way and possibly understand it as an invitation to approach me with sexual advances, as that has already happened through one or the other text or image post on my part. In general, I have made the experience that writings of this kind are far too often understood as some kind of invitation and far too rarely as an expression of feelings or art.

As you can see, there are a lot of reasons and in the end it will be a mixture of the ones shared above and those that I have not explicitly mentioned.

Thank you for the compliment, by the way.

Ein elegantes Dunkel kleidete den Himmel, als die große Kirchturmuhr erst viermal und dann dreimal schlug. Es war in einem Moment reinster Stille, als mein Blick in die nebelige Ferne einer noch schlafenden Welt wanderte und mich denken ließ, wie sehr ich diese Ruhe doch schätze, die mir im Alltag zunehmend fehlte. Für einen Augenblick entzog sich dieser Moment der Alltäglichkeit und ich fragte mich, ob er denn so besonders war oder ob es sonst meine vertrauten Blicke sind, welche allen anderen Momenten ihrer Besonderheit berauben.

Weltenasche

Und ich habe nie nach deiner Antwort gefragt:

Würdest du die Liebe in dein Heim lassen, wenn sie nun an deiner Türe klopfen würde?

Hätte ich denn eine Wahl, wenn es wirklich Liebe wäre?

Spiegelung deiner Augen

Das Tor zur Seele steht

niemand Zugang zu erlauben

mit Ausnahme von Einem

jene Spiegelung in den Augen.

So stand ich zuletzt vor dir

deiner Augenblicke streifend

Vertrauen in der Luft

mit bloßer Hand zu greifen.

Vernahm besagte Spiegelung

in deinen schönen Augen

und als sie meines Bildes trugen

konnt' ich es gar nicht glauben.

Dein Tor es stand nun offen

nur mir war es je frei

der Schwelle immer näher

trat ich mit Kuss vorbei.

by Weltenasche.

Ich beklage Augen, die für alles blind wurden, was einst ihres Blickes Wunsch war;

Ohren, denen es schon lange an Gehör für das Schöne mangelte und Finger, deren Abneigung gegenüber Berührbaren sie taub werden ließ.