again about organs

The femiblogosphere that i read exploded on this viral. The text says: “Becoming a donor is probably your only chance to get inside her.” More like a porn ad, it was made for the Belgian “Reborn To Be Alive” organ donor foundation. What looks like a necrophiliac joke of sexploitation phantasy produced some interesting reactions to the adolescent bloggers that couldn't get it. "Is she going to die or what? she looks pretty hot in this picture. i don't get it" they might say.

But they surprise the subversion by stupidity of this ad: the phantasy in front of their eyes is a phantasy of death, a deadly person who is not a perfect whole body, she is made of organs that are not so healthy after all. Her organs eat other organs in a mayhem-organ-orgy. And she depends on the generosity of some anonymous donors that gets only one image coming from The Realm of the Senses: the teenager pornconsumer dreaming about his jerking off organ being cut off and put inside her. The monstruous woman, aparently pop culturally appealing but hiding a vagina dentata, strikes again. Where are the good-old pin-up gals from the 50s?

playing with organs

A piece of Lacan for today: “The hysteric plays to the extreme with the feeling of elasticity” in a sort of mortal game with organs taken to their extreme function, organs which “should be called unreal,” evaginate or turn inside out in a process of “coming and going,” until extenuation. In Lacan’s reading these organs are terms of pleasure and pain. The hysterical body tries to get to the final point of extenuation through grand gestures, spontaneous and numerous, mixing cruelty with desire, aggression with caring, a multiple presentation of oppositions “an object of anxiety in the gestures of jouissance – the jouissance in which everything is there – presented, open, offered. Inaccessible.”