Pain is discomfort. It burns, it threatens to crumble you, disintegrate you, ashen you such that you will lose your solidity, it inflames, like the new skin peeling of your fresh wound. It is pointed.
It questions the hegemony of institutions one is part of by opening oneself to the pains of being objectified, racialised, judged by making it personal, by making it subjective. The avowal of pain allows us to embody ourselves. (I reckon, more intimately than pleasure, but I am willing to accept that I may be wrong… already) It disrupts continuity of oppressive (whatever that may be, capitalism, patriarchy, sexual normativity, physical wound) experience by injecting subjective experience.
How does the perception of the hysterical woman change then?
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