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this is gonna be long, and tbh i don't know how to say this any nicer, so i'm genuinely sorry if this bothers anyone, but like. my biggest issue with hdg isn't the affini (especially because there are valid complaints, but a lot tend to involve assumptions propped up by motivated reasoning and strawmanning) It's that the Terran Accord logistically makes no goddamn sense. Let me preface this all with a disclaimer: You are still "allowed" to be interested in and enjoy using the Accord for drama. I'm not your boss or your mom. From a meta perspective, I understand the utility of it, and that it's meant to reflect current fears and anxieties. Anyway. I also don't even mean this in the sense of "I don't understand why they would be so cruel". I do. I also don't mean it in some over-optimistic and hard-to-prove sense of "there's no way people would put up with it for so long!". Part of what I DO mean is that i have no idea how it wouldn't just collapse by itself. ethics aside, it's just historically the case that fascism is not known for its efficiency or stability. Its goal is to prey on fear and insecurity to consolidate power. This is flat out always in direct conflict with stability. Even if we expand our definitions and go with the frequent lefty argument of "the USA is fascist right now and just won't admit it", this still doesn't feel like disproof of my point. Because it still required a number of worker and minority concessions to last this long, by extension implying that there is a practical limit on how dystopian a dystopia really can believably get for more than a relatively short time period or relatively localized area, as a whole. so making such a state of affairs somehow viable enough to remain so broadly and sweepingly intact for over 400 years, and then require outside intervention to be dissolved, kinda just feels like accidentally giving unabashedly fascist hypercapitalism a ton of undeserved and unsubstantiated credit. because the most obvious argument you could make to defend its logic from an in-universe standpoint is "technology and unprecedented wealth inequality will make it easier than it used to be to control us" But I honestly find that an insufficient excuse, and not only that, one that sometimes gets bad enough to strike me as worryingly reactionary and outright counterproductive. I can of course agree that extreme wealth inequality is terrible, but a fascist regime tends to be anti-intellectual and techphobic in many areas. So at a certain point, unchecked handwringing and pessimism about technology convergently stumbles upon the same logic that can be used to restrict technology and research for the purpose of oppression. What technology also does is introduce more points of failure, more maintenance, and an increase in different areas of expertise to worry about and have to train people for. Reliable space travel, especially interstellar travel, would inflate and accelerate this trend to an obscene degree. And even without it, already, we can see evidence that our economy is often based on a bunch of hype, grifts, corner-cutting, delayed promises, and overall shoddy, unstable, rushed work that isn't as impressive as the marketing makes it sound. All of which would be disastrous, its issues likely compounding abruptly, the moment you try to marry it to even a modest space economy beyond like, Earth's orbit. And that's another thing: How, under such conditions, do you make offworld economics profitable and not something based almost purely on hype and speculation?
Even with FTL, this doesn't magically become a trivial task. Most likely, the staggeringly complex and expensive entry barriers of space industry would nigh-immediately lead to monopolies, which then leads to a mix of price gouging and little to no incentive to innovate, as grifts and financial tricks are easier. This sounds insanely unsustainable, as expansion would be endlessly plagued by the fact that your system of expansion is hilariously inefficient from the ground up, and economically often based on a bunch of rich bastards fudging numbers and straight up lying to each other. Even just on Earth, this was historically one of the big killers of empires: Inefficient overextension. This is all made more glaring by how often the meta-motives of authors end up further solidifying a sense that the Accord is ridiculously ossified to the point of being immersion-breaking: As an author often wants to extrapolate their present anxieties and struggles, the Accord life of their characters is often just a transplanting of modernity, with a few tweaks. This could, arguably, be the "secret sauce", of a sort: An argument that extreme conservatism and minimal change has a pacifying effect on society at large, creating just enough of a sense of stability, and reducing the required logistical complexity of society just enough to keep things running. It's just too bad that this is weak for really similar reasons to why "technology would make us easier to control" is weak. The fundamental underlying gross inefficiency is still there, as well as the constant incentive to exploit fear on purpose, generating a sense of endless anxiety, insecurity, and precarity that directly works against the desired goal of forcing artifical stability. And again, this is not meant to shame anyone, as meta-wise, I am perfectly aware that this setting mainly exists as a pornworld anyway. "Why even bring it up, then? What's your actual motive? You still sound like you're just trying to guilt people into doing things a certain way." Mainly because I feel like out of well-meaning respect to the original creator and perhaps some "big name fans" (none of who I have anything against), this has all become "baked in" to a degree beyond what's necessary. Still, I don't like the feeling of calling this something like a "course correction" or treating it as an objective necessity, as part of the "point" of any given story is its emotional utility to the author. (IMO) Up to and including the potential for the Accord to, in some cases, be kept ridiculously illogical and impossible on purpose, as a way of essentially being how the author wants to vent and express a mix of misanthropy and a sort of extrapolated representation of how unfair, ridiculous, confusing, and unlikely their own life and trauma has felt to them. (Kind of similar to how a lot of HDG stories I come across kind of read as " revenge fantasy against capitalism" on top of just the typical wish fulfillment, which is a valid way to feel) So if the typical version of the Accord has greater utility to someone in an emotional regard, even if that utility might seem odd or frivolous to someone from an outside perspective, I have no intention of trying to take that away from people. I just would also be interested in this not being the only game in town, so to speak.
HDG has ruined us, we can't even look at trees now without wondering what it would be like to be cradled in the vines of a giant plant woman
I just can't enjoy nature anyway without feeling deeply uncomfortable
Oh, you hate yourself?
The Affini would love you, they'd love you so hard! Learn from the plants!
This would be you in less than a week
Mmmmmmm *whimper* that art makes us wanna be an Affini’s cute little sprout so bad
i shouldnt be an independent. i struggle with basic tasks. i struggle with basic decisions. i struggle to look after myself. i struggle to understand my own emotions. i struggle to understand other people. i struggle to make sense of the world around me. i struggle to trust people. i struggle to accept kindness. i struggle to love myself. i need help. i need support. i know that i do need it.
the society i live in wont give it to me. i am a broken thing for them to throw away. it has been this cycle for as long as i can remember. ive seen a couple of folks say HDG as a setting is bad as the world it displays is dystopian because we never got to liberate ourselves, that our fight for our lives and our pursuit of the right to live as we wish is for nothing, trading one controlling system for another.
i understand the point i suppose. it isnt a fantasy for everyone. maybe im just a pessimist though but i struggle to believe that within my lifetime i will live in a world where i am accepted and supported in being transgender and all my disabilities are understood and given the care they need. i dont think i will ever get the chance to live in a world where i am not seen as a burdenous freak. ive been left behind too many times by people who said they would be there for me. i know i would be considered an "acceptable sacrifice" by many in order to make progress in other areas. again, maybe im pessimistic, but it is hard not to feel alone and unloved.
i just want to imagine im in a world where no matter how difficult it may be to support and care for me that i will still be loved all the way through. that i wont be given up on. a world where i wont be yelled at or hurt. a world where people love me and understand me, where they want me to be my best self, genuinely want the best for me and genuinely know what the best for me is. even when i dont know what the best for me is.
in many ways i am not capable of saving myself. i fight as hard as i can to the point where i am physically ill. ive hurt myself too much trying to do things im not capable of. it is frustrating.
i want to imagine a world where i dont have to be scared anymore. where i dont have to fight anymore, grinding myself to dust. if me dreaming of being a floret, being taken care of my plant ladies who love me more than anything makes me silly or whatever i dont know what to say. i want my beautiful dream.
you should never ask a woman how many mg are in the edible she’s feeding you. have some fucking manners
Life isn’t fair because why don’t I have a pretty girl in between my legs right now
We tend to think life isnt fair because we dont spend enough time between pretty women's legs. There really needs to be a better distribution to handle these kinds of issues
What happened to your brain Dumb You used to be able to concentrate Drooling Now you can’t even Moaning Can’t even Blank Can’t even focus Focus Focus Needy Now you can’t even keep your mind on Groping Can’t keep your mind on anything longer than Dummy Longer than a few seconds before you Slut Before you Dolly Before you Toy Can’t think Empty Can’t concentrate Wet Can’t stop Pet You have to try and Focus Focus Focus You can feel yourself slipping Deeper And it feels too good to stop Can’t Can’t stop Silly Not allowed to stop don’t know why just know not allowed Sinking Doesn’t matter this is happening Blank Good this is happening Dumb Good to let it happen Focus Focus Empty Empty Dummy It doesn’t matter anymore Cock It’s too late Cum You just have to keep going Desperate Didn’t need a brain anyway, it doesn’t matter Mindless Good girls don’t think Brainless Good girls don't think Helpless Good girls don't think
brainwashed bimbo is such a compliment like please guide my head up and down your shaft and make me slobber all over while you tell me I’m your pretty brainless toy, your brainwashed suckhole bimbo toy
Back to regularly scheduled not horny posts
It is 6:30am i have been awake all night. I think I deserve an Affini who will enforce a bedtime, who will tuck me in and sit beside me until I fall asleep. Only to inevitably wake up to them having moved and whining and crying that I miss them.
And back to regularly scheduled sad posting
I like HDG because it breaks down the internalised feeling of being fundamentally unloveable unless I can provide myself in a way that proves I am desired and thus translates in wanting to pleasure or please others for that attention as I am still woefully used to my relationships dissipating for seemingly no reason and that I am left discarded over another entirely.
So the idea of being able to be myself and being loved for just that and loved for the effort I put in, while should be normal, feels like a fantasy and thus I experience it through a fantasy setting as my experiences have yet to prove me wrong in that regard and that without an ability to be perfect people will get bored of me and discard me again.
Thanks for listening to my TED talk based on my sleep deprived sadness and still missing lots of details about this as my ability for introspection is too effective (thank you autism) and could write an essay psychoanalysing my reasons for finding such comfort in HDG
Goodnight
oh to be casually rented out to your friends
mentioning it in passing like, “oh Donavon wants to fuck you tonight” in the same way you’d mention him borrowing the a board game
or we’re hosting a movie night, and you just wave at me and say “help yourself”. Nobody bats and eye when I’m pushed to my knees and spend half an hour eating Bethany out
opening up the mailbox and seeing a thank you card from Jackie, who “appreciated getting to use the whore” for her birthday party
you never have to ask my permission to be loaned out to your friends - I’m your toy, and you can lend me out to whoever you want
Curled up in your mama’s lap with the full weight of her breast pressing into your face and her nipple latched firmly between your lips. Her fingertips tracing the shape of your jaw, feeling the muscles contract and relax every time you drink down her milk
We wanna snuggle with mama
One of the best things mistress does is sometimes she’ll go into our brain and temporarily make us forget she’s our owner, just to watch us struggle and resist in her grasp, let her coil her way back into our soul and reveal that she’s been there all along… it’s magical~
'But' is a thinking word. It isn't good for you. It's a bad habit and one you need to be weaned off of.
'But' you might think, and there's the problem.
And so let's help.
'But' is your brain saying you know better.
And you don't.
'But' is you doubting your owner or superior.
And you shouldn't.
'But' is a girl who wants to choose for herself.
And that's not you.
It's not a word that helps you. It gets in the way. It stops you from being the best pet, the best toy. It stops you from being as useful as you could be. It keeps you from being what he wants you to be.
And you don't want that.
And I know it'll be difficult. Getting out of bad habits and into good ones always is. I know you can do it though. I know you want to do it. I know you'll try your hardest, and I know that eventually you'll forget you ever even had. It'll just be normal, just how you are.
And you won't remember being any other way.
So the next time you feel a 'but' bubbling up through the fun pink fluff in your head, you push it back down. Keep it inside. Wiggle. Giggle. Nod. Bounce. Anything that'll keep you distracted from thinking too hard. Squeeze your thighs together. Ask them to repeat the question because you're such a dummy. Blink and cock your head.
Good girl.
You probably can't even really remember what word we were talking about. You'd have to concentrate. See how easy it is?
I know you can do it.
And I know you'll be better for it.
You've already brainwashed yourself with porn. You've turned yourself from an intelligent person into a mindless thing that rubs itself stupid to whatever its algorithm serves up. You're a slave to the internet, your brain smoothed over by people much smarter than you. Be a good puppet and keep rubbing for them
We've known this for years now and freely give into it. We love being a slave for porn
Okay hear me out, Terran feral getting domesticated but they don't ever remember being domesticated and think they were 'created' by their Affini Owner whose a a doll-maker for sprouts, they think they were litterally created to be a Terran sized living doll.
Thank you Memory Drugs~