I realise this is a confronting image for some, but I was bleeding the other day and was struck by the result, the lush and saturate intensity of the scarlet against the powdery paper towel.
This is what I look like on the inside; this what we all look like, regardless of all other distinctions.
In which direction are you moved?
Are you intrigued? Does it disgust you?
Have you ever thought about it in an abstract way? My own blood hardly bothers me; I am far more affected by my partner's, though not to the extent of panic or incapacity. Not sure what that says about me.
Some are the other way around.
Why does the sight of something so universal ambush so many of us? Blood is the agent and purveyor of so many wonderful things; without it there would be no lust, no love, no excitement, no intoxication, no delight, no fertility, no healing... no nothing.
I love blood. Yes I am officially a crazy bitch now posting photos of my own organic material. But it is beautiful, and I am grateful for it.