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Let me be incomprehensible

”I'm afraid of getting older", that's what I learned to say Cause society has given me the words to think that way The message spins and spirals, "Don't get saggy, don't get grey" But the soft and lovely silvers are now falling on my shoulder My mother and my grandma, my great-grandmother too They wrinkle like the river, sweeten like the dew And as silver as the rainbow scales that shimmer purple blue How can beauty that is living be anything but true? So let gravity be my sculptor, let the wind do my hair Let me dance in front of people without a care Let me be naked alone with nobody there Or with mismatched socks and shoes and stuff stuffed in my underwear

@mossyelfie

Aug 24, 2024

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musings of a nude model

(i’m not one but i bet i caught your attention!! this is a short poem i wrote 🙌) musings of a nude model the word ‘curvature’ is an odd little word, the dip and the roll of the tongue—  you mutter it softly, it doesn’t seem apt as you stare at the shape of my bum. 

@aimeed

Jan 16, 2025

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ERM WHAT THE FLIP

Poem I wrote a bit ago when I was loathing LOL🕺 ~~~~~~~ Im spectating myself, on the screen distorted and displaced I’m half rendered, crude and unfinished  his hands repeat the same motions playing a mortal game with himself entranced by a saccharine glow  his body corrupts and transmutes into thread and dead skin  it’s silken fingers clutching and restraining his appendages  he stares at me, with deliverance inscribed in his pupils  I’m a doll in its embrace  I don’t want to leave its breast but I know I’ll wake up tomorrow with concrete in my lungs and ribs of rebar. 

@ennuislug

May 8, 2025

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Never changing

My dad teases me about how when I was a little kid, my favorite thing to do when I was on the landline phone with somebody—be it a relative or one of my best friends—was to breathlessly describe the things that were in my bedroom so that they could have a mental picture of everything I loved and chose to surround myself with, and where I sat at that moment in time. Perfectly Imperfect reminds me of that so thanks for always listening and for sharing with me too 💌

@taterhole

Feb 23, 2025

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SURFING THE TIDES OF THE EVERYONE TAB

I am a woman of the people

@taterhole

May 28, 2025

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Rejecting the Commodification of the Self

I’ve been thinking about how much of social media is centered around curating our self-image. When selfies first became popular, they were dismissed as vain and vapid—a critique often rooted in misogyny—but now, the way we craft our online selves feels more like creating monuments. We try to signal our individuality, hoping to be seen and understood, but ironically, I think this widens the gap between how others perceive us and who we really are. Instead of fostering connection, it can invite projection and misinterpretation—preconceived notions, prefab labels, and stereotypes. Worse, individuality has become branded and commodified, reducing our identities to products for others to consume. On most platforms, validation often comes from how well you can curate and present your image—selfies, aesthetic branding, and lifestyle content tend to dominate. High engagement is tied to visibility, not necessarily depth or substance. But I think spaces like PI.FYI show that there’s another way: where connection is built on shared ideas, tastes, and interests rather than surface-level content. It’s refreshing to be part of a community that values thoughts over optics. By sharing so few images of myself, I’ve found that it gives others room to focus on my ideas and voice. When I do share an image, it feels intentional—something that contributes to the story I want to tell rather than defining it. Sharing less allows me to express who I am beyond appearance. For women, especially, sharing less can be a radical act in a world where the default is to objectify ourselves. It resists the pressure to center appearance, focusing instead on what truly matters: our thoughts, voices, and authenticity. I’ve posted a handful of pictures of myself in 2,500 posts because I care more about showing who I am than how I look. In trying to be seen, are we making it harder for others to truly know us? It’s a question worth considering.

@taterhole

Dec 27, 2024