The law of diminishing marginal utility states that, with all things held constant, as a person consumes more of a product, there is a decline in the additional satisfaction a person derives from consuming one additional unit of production (or marginal utility).
I’ve been thinking a lot about the concept of marginal utility lately in regards to sex. And love.
My fascinating if mildly morbid research started because I couldn’t remember having sex with my ex boyfriend. It was as though someone had come in with kindergarten scissors and started sloppily snipping those memories away. Read more
‘I had decided that I would shut out everybody before anybody alienated me.’ Read more
‘I was in and out of the closet so much, people believed I’d found Narnia.’ Read more
I found myself in the position I never expected to be in, echoing the words of countless women undone by the violence of the men in their lives: ‘But I still love him.’ Read more
These narratives are a snapshot, not a complete picture. But they help to provide contours to a narrative that’s too often blunted. Read more
This isolated and imperfect project house embodies some kind of emotional petri dish. Read more
‘I’m an amputee and this image is one of the first I’ve created that addresses what being disabled is, sans able-bodied expectations.’ Read more
‘I’m happiest when my support networks are as wide and tribe-like as possible, and a lack of jealousy makes that easier to sustain.’ Read more
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