What was the name
of the children's tv show where
every afternoon, grown adults
would be sexually humiliated
by balloons? Not attacked
by balloons, just
the presence of balloons. Sexually
humiliated by it. Walking into a room
- oh god -
all these balloons here. Everybody sees
Everybody knows, they see me
and the balloons! The connection's
transparent and now they all tell
what I'm for when I'm naked,
and - because of these balloons,
it's fun to them. They laugh! Is it
at me? They like it. Just the ideas
these balloons bring, my shocked
face, my fluster - borderline tears
I've never been so humiliated
sexually in all my
life,
but then
the children
come in. To surround and reassure
the adult. To explain to the viewing
audience. "They're just balloons!"
"There's nothing sexually humiliating
about balloons." "It's okay."
It wasn't always balloons, that was
just one show. The lesson was about
being comfortable with yourself,
and with everything okay - no matter
what tried to sexually humiliate you.
It would be something different every
time. And here come the children again,
denying trauma and agency, dismissing
boundaries and concern. Meant to be
educational, but
I feel we may all have learned some
of the wrong things
from that show
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