Ragne’s Abyss

A look into my mind and an entrance to my soul.

“Language alone protects us from the scariness of things with no names”

Toni Morrison

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  • Wanting to be traditional is performative

    I personally apologize for not posting for so long. I’ve taken a two-month break from writing because I genuinely had no motivation to create. Recently, though, after having a conversation with my boyfriend over a phone call (and after spending quite some time by myself), I’ve come to a better understanding of a revelation I previously had. People always want to categorize themselves. Placing themselves into groups, hoping that they’ll gain more insight into who they are. Being in a group also produces the feeling of community—as if a group of people now welcomes you because you fit their looks. That’s exactly what aesthetics are. The modern term ‘aesthetic’ was meant to be another word to pair with subcultures, but the meaning of aesthetics has completely shifted away from the reason subcultures exist. We are now trying to look the part to feel wanted, rather than embodying who we are and finding the community we want to be in based on our preferences. Just like many of the YouTube video essays suggest, hypocritically, everyone is becoming performative. I say hypocritically because even the videos we see day to day, calling out the performative nature of the internet, are just mimicking another person. It’s all an attempt to fit in, gain status, and make money. I recently watched a video by Lani’s Lens titled, “Y’all Are Weird About Femininity” (I’ll link to her video; I really recommend watching it). She basically talked about how women are enhancing the split between femininity and masculinity to be seen by men. As I was watching the video, I began to realize that many women are feeding into the “personalities” that were created by men in hopes of finding one themselves. I also realized that I’ve fallen into this misogynistic trap myself. Though I find myself venturing out of that realm due to my mind maturing, I have on different occasions bought things that aligned with the aesthetic of ‘femininity’. Rather than embodying who you are, these groups were made in order to create social constructs that restrained women and uplifted men. Due to modernism and the political injustices that have been fought against, women have been able to live lives without the need of a man present. In more recent times, men have grown to feel little due to their need no longer being in place. Women can now do things without a man, so in relationships, it is no longer about what they can provide but rather about whether they are at the same level as the woman in question. With women, in my opinion, exceeding men in the current day, such as women having a higher percentage of attending and graduating college compared to men, the need for men has shrunk. Now, some women can see men as only a source of companionship and a way to obtain children. If you weren’t thinking of it, let me remind you that the mindset I just threw at you is very similar to the mindset the majority of men had at a particular time in history. It’s coming back full circle, and many men hate it. So, with that in mind, it’s interesting to see this “feminine aesthetic” mantra being pushed all across social media. Of course, the aesthetic is being promoted by women so that it’s easier to digest as an individual in the audience. The idea of being “traditional” again is yearned for by many men because that was the era in which they were most powerful. In traditional families, the men are owners of everything, leaving the women absolutely nothing and forcing them to obey their male counterparts to keep themselves alive. Without the man, women would be subjected to absolute poverty of the lowest basket. Why would we want to go back to those times? Social hierarchy—which is why gender stereotypes are being mass-produced into podcasts and short-form videos. This aesthetic is an attempt to reverse all that has been done. Though that sounds dramatic, when looking into the depth of this pink, Pilates, straight hair, submissive, nurturing aesthetic—that’s what it’s aiming towards. In Lanilens’s video, she also mentioned Black women joining the trend that was NEVER made for them in the first place.  I wrote about this in a previous article, how the aesthetic of femininity is solely white. When you search up femininity, white is all you see. You’d have to place keywords like “Black” to see femininity from the “black perspective”. Even then, it still isn’t Black—it’s a white aesthetic placed upon a Black model. The idea that to be feminine is to be traditional is ludicrous. You would think that to be feminine is to be, simply, a female—the biological gender you were born as. If femininity is simply an aesthetic, as it is being deemed and marketed as, to be a traditional housewife that wears pink, acts submissive, drinks matcha, does Pilates, has long hair, and wears “light makeup”, then femininity can be placed upon anybody. Yet, this aesthetic of being that was made to force women into a group below men doesn’t allow anyone else but women, even though it’s an aesthetic. Maybe, and this is just a thought that just came to me, it’s because men don’t want to see other men in the same category as women (aesthetically). After all, they refuse to see their own race as anything lower than what masculinity is deemed to be. That’s just a thought, I feel there is no set answer as to why homophobia exists (other than the collective response of: people don’t like things that are different from their views). No one is born masculine or feminine—if it is taught, then it is not inherent. We need to stray away from the ideals of daintiness being feminine and roughness being masculine. Why are we reverting to the mindset we had before, the mindset that kept women and men segregated from one another and left women with nothing in their hands?

    Link to Lani’s Lens video: 


  • Objects and Women

    A thought has just occurred to me. Why is the feminine body so heavily demonized? A body that is loved and can create life is demonized and made the villain in society. I also don’t understand why a woman loving her body enough to embrace it through clothing is seen as “slutty”. To love your body enough to showcase it is a beautiful thing. Especially in a world where society pins women against each other and forces us to believe that our bodies need to look a certain way in order to be appreciated—or simply looked at. The world is hypocritical. There are beauty standards but the moment a woman meets them, they are shamed for how they look and for who they are. A huge example of this would be the Kardashians. There’s so much hate surrounding them and the majority of the hate is due to their appearance. At the end of the day, they are a group of women who felt they had to succumb to the beauty standards of America in order to obtain the luxuries of life they desired. They too are victims to the hypocrisy of the world. There’s far more words in the English dictionary to describe a “jezebel” rather than a “rake”. I feel that that is no coincidence. Women are seen as diamonds, objects to be praised when they obey the rules and regulations of societal morals. Yet, they’re also seen as the worst of humankind when they fail to fit standards. Regardless of the type of woman, their status and how they gained their status, they are still seen as an object. Whether that object is a trophy to be praised and flaunted or a toy to be played with, we are still objects in the eyes of men and ourselves. It’s so easy to feed into playing the part of the object when we have been organized to do so. We do it unconsciously, some even choose to do it consciously. It’s twisted and unfortunate that even the “purest” woman is still an object, a diamond to be shined and shown to the world; “Look, everyone, at how amazing and great this woman is! She is a treasure amongst women”. It is beautiful to be cherished, but not to the extent of getting new earrings or a new handbag. I, personally, wish to be appreciated. Appreciated for my being, who I am—my good traits and the habits that need work. For, I am human; I’m near imperfect compared to perfection. I think what makes women so beautiful is how alike we are yet so different, along with our difference to men biologically. Disregarding society’s idea of what being a woman is, disregarding the aesthetics of femininity, women are so beautiful due to their biological and psychological make-up. There is no simpler way that I could think of to write that. Women are beautiful creatures, in every form. The fact that we are human is a picture no artist can mimic because it is too beautiful to recreate. I feel that that is enough. The extra layers to beauty only bring forth more confusion rather than clarity.


  • Black Women and Femininity

    A very known phenomenon that I am familiar with is the masculinization of black women. Heavily, they are seen as more aggressive and less feminine, especially when compared to other races of women. I’ve seen this topic discussed numerous times, mainly through short articles or video essays—but there’s a specific trait when it comes to femininity in black women that I haven’t seen mentioned yet. Whenever I search up “girly black girls” on pinterest, I’m met with a slew of pink and highly feminine black women. All of these black women have silk presses or weaves. Their hair is always straight. I have yet to see a black woman that is categorized as “feminine” with an afro or “kinky” hair. Where are the tight curls and the frizzy texture that comes with being a black woman? This has made me realize that amongst the black community, unconsciously, we glamorize and feed into the white idolization of America. We are on a protest to showcase that Black women are feminine but through this protest we are dressing ourselves like the white woman. We have no features but the ones that we cannot change to showcase what it is to be a feminine Black woman. The protest isn’t “black women can be feminine like white women”, it is “Black women are feminine”. One thing that I find to be wrong about a lot of pro-black political campaigns is that we are always putting white people on this imaginary pedestal. We, as a community, are always trying to be just as good as something else. The approach is correct but the mindset is not. Black people, especially women, aren’t just as good as what society wants us to be—we are great, period. We shouldn’t be competing and yet we are stuck in this frame of mind; through politics, through day-to-day. I want to see Black women own categories without dressing like anything other than black.

    This was just a thought I had while scrolling through Pinterest. I felt eager to write about it and share it on the blog. Thank you for reading.


  • Poems: Sheep Coils Submerged in Oils

    07

    My hair, with its sheep coils 

    Submerged in dark oils

    Never to unravel, in its threatening form

    Protecting itself from ivory storms

    My crown, never to be shaken

    My skin, mimicked by surroundings mirrors

    Used by lands beyond my own 

    Soil I had never known

    My nose, oh my nose

    Tainted by the tongue and thrown to the ground

    Oh, how my nose stirs more anger than my crown

    My life, bits and pieces torn off for use

    Used only when needed, never fully worn

    Like a half-top, still showing some skin

    My hair, my crown, my skin, my nose.

    Used only when needed, never fully worn. 


  • Poems: Green fields, wounds unhealed

    05

    The green fields of America leave me stranded

    Chasing after a life I can not manage

    With the aspirations too high to climb

    I’m left in a loop, a circle, a pie

    Of uncertainty of the future to come

    With unfulfilled promises from the ton

    I receive small emoluments 

    From masters who earn the country’s wages

    As the land is embarking on stages

    Stages of torment, destruction, starvation

    Disregarding our proclamation 

    Erasing history and invoking material change

    For their benefit, for their gain

    As we are left searching for scraps 

    In a country that relabels our maps

    Working for the one that controls

    On land, on soil, they stole. 


  • Poems: Nature

    04

    Green stems, brown bark

    Amber hues and fire sparks

    How beautiful nature can be

    Coming in all shades, hues, and colors

    How strong and resilient she is, our mother

    Yellow petals, blue skies

    It’s arctic reflection shown in our eyes

    Red fires, sapphire storms

    It need not to be adorned

    For its beauty speaks for itself

    As you can see often on our shelves

    How beautiful nature can be


  • Poems: Rain, Rain, Don’t go away

    03

    Rain, how gentle you are

    The crystal drops you leave amongst my car

    Tiny gifts that sparkle like stars

    The happiness you bring leaves me drunken

    Far more than any bar

    Oh, how gentle you are

    But how harsh you can be

    With the cold that you bring, leaving me to freeze

    Low temperatures force me to sneeze

    So strong that I no longer feel warmth from my sleeves

    How harsh you can be, my rain

    Our rain

    I hope my words don’t leave you in vain

    For your strident and tender traits bring beauty 

    Beauty that has no choice but to leave a stain

    A stain amongst the brains of those who see you

    You create the new and recover the broken

    Healing what has brittled is your token

    Your gift, your power

    You heal trees and almost every flower

    But even more so, you heal myself

    Every time that I hear you

    You make me anew 

    How harsh you can be

    But how gentle you are

    Rain


  • Poems: Valentines

    02

    Love comes in so many shapes and sizes

    With baskets full of gifts and prizes

    The prize of having someone to love

    Whether romantic or not 

    The gift of having someone who loves you 

    Loves you enough to endure your pain 

    Genuine love in no search for gain 

    Love that brings tranquility to the soul 

    Love that eradicates the hate you may behold 

    What a gift that is to the ones who find it

    A prize to the ones who deserve it, even if it doesn’t feel deserved 

    Love comes in so many shapes and sizes 

    With baskets full of gifts and prizes

    But to us all, love is a present 

    A present meant to be opened and accepted


  • Poem 1: Thanksgiving

    Greens, ham, potatoes

    Aromas from my youth, they’re fleeting

    Turkey, mac & cheese, yams

    Why doesn’t it smell the same, my favorite meals?

    The kitchen table’s empty but all the plates are full

    Sweet potato pie, the kind my mother makes

    The only thing that’s warm, sweet, savory

    Everything else matches the room

    Soul food, yet it’s spirit is transparent

    I hold onto my mothers pie, It’s all I have left

    The kitchen table’s empty but all the plates are full

    Greens, ham, potatoes, turkey, mac & cheese, yams

    They’re gone

    Vanished from my present now seen as nostalgic

    All that’s left is my mother’s pie

    Sweet potato pie


  • Wabi-Sabi: A search for imperfection

    4–6 minutes
    Ryōan-ji: a temple in Kyoto, Japan. The temple is often used as a reference of ‘wabi-sabi’ due to it’s stained brown and orange tones, as well as its rock garden.

    Wabi-Sabi [wabe – sabe] – A Japanese philosophy and aesthetic that finds value in imperfection.

    Growing old has made me realize how much the world thrives off of perfectionism. It’s interesting because perfection is non-existent, yet we as humans work so hard to try to achieve it. A word that was created by an imperfect being is now sought after. I too chase after the idea of being perfect. The perfect skin, the perfect teeth, the perfect body, the perfect hair.

     What’s even more interesting is the fact that perfection is often attached to external aesthetics; our appearance. We all have an idea of what a perfect person looks like, but perfection doesn’t always make a person attractive. If we’re tying attractiveness to perfection, that would indicate that a lot of people are perfect; that simply isn’t the case. With the never-ending chase to perfection, I commit to avenues I genuinely don’t need to go down. 

    A recent example I’ve experienced are my braces. I had a gap, which I held onto until I was seventeen. Constantly throughout school, I was often picked on for my gap; the mocking was normally committed by boys. 

    The gap wasn’t big at all, it was relatively small but the comments made it expand in my mind. It became an insecurity that I felt I needed to fix in order to conquer it. The gap didn’t prohibit me from eating nor did it affect my speech. It was just there and it was different from the beauty standard of perfectly straight and porcelain teeth. So, I ended up getting braces and just recently have I gotten them off. It’s been a year without my gap and now that I’m able to see my teeth without the blockage of braces, I miss it. 

    I remember one of my closest friends saying, “Why did you get rid of your gap? It’s what made you, you”. Her comment stuck with me. At first I was mad at the comment; I hated the gap so much that anything against removing it had irritated me. Yet, after some thought I started to wonder if my gap had added some form of uniqueness to my appearance. Did my gap really make me, me? Have I gotten rid of one of my beauty marks that had made me, in a way, special?

     I know that amongst other people, my gap allowed me to stand out. I never saw the attention as a good thing due to my extreme insecurities about my appearance. Perhaps, the attention was good. My boyfriend always enjoys saying, “It’s all about your perspective”. I haven’t started resonating with that mindset until recently this year. So, I find myself missing my gap. It not only made me look different from others but it also was a gemstone from my childhood. I’ve always known myself to have a gap, it’s extremely unusual seeing myself without one; I even find it a bit uncanny. With the uncomfortable pain my retainer brings me and the constant grappling of uniqueness amongst myself, I’ve had the feeling of wanting to stop using my retainer and allow my teeth to shift back to their natural position.

     All morning I’ve been searching for reasonable validation as to why I should stop using my retainer. Unfortunately, everyone else on the internet seems to hate their past smile and enjoys their new one. Nothing I read placed me into the echo chamber I was hoping to indulge in. Guilt is what’s holding me back from saying “YOLO” and never returning to my retainers. The guilt of money is what I speak of. 

    My mom has put a lot of money into the perfecting of my smile. The thought of her money going to utter waste doesn’t sit right with me. Yet, the feeling of my retainers also doesn’t sit right with me. After a year of having braces, I wanted to be free from any more ‘correcting’. Unfortunately, I didn’t know that I’d be maintaining the corrections for the rest of my life. My personal insecurities about myself have trapped me into a place I’d rather not be in. 

    Though, to others, they would complain about my view on my now “perfect” teeth. “Why are you complaining? Your teeth are now straight and white”, is what I would assume most would say. Many yearn for ruler-straight teeth; I did too and I must admit, it still looks very appealing. Even with its aesthetics, I don’t wish to maintain it.

     I enjoy the thought of being free in all aspects. One specifically would be, being free to be natural; Allowing my teeth to be the way they are without personal judgement. I no longer want to chase after perfection. I want to admire my imperfections. Frankly, the most interesting and unique individuals are filled with imperfections. It is unfortunate that the word “imperfect” or “imperfections” are so heavily demonized. If they weren’t, I probably wouldn’t have gotten braces in the first place.

     I don’t blame the world for my decisions and the changes I have done to myself, nor do I blame myself. At the end of the day, it’s my mindset that will allow me to make the right decisions for myself. Yes, the world can heavily influence my thoughts but it is up to me to consume that influence or to disregard it. Imperfection is a beautiful thing, it is exactly what makes us human; besides the biological aspects of course.

     It is understandable why the Japanese philosophy “wabi-sabi” is being showcased on the internet. The world also wishes to get out of the race to perfection. Maybe it’s a universal thought, a universal want. I hope to live to a day where I see imperfection rise to the height of perfection.

    I seek imperfection.