Bluejaey

Hello. I don’t do a lot but I’m here

[bluejaey6]

How do we know omega men don’t actually exist? Have we checked all of our males?? Just sayin.

[ellipsus-writes]

If you haven't heard, the em dash has been getting a lot of attention lately…

Because it was trained on pirated work—including freely accessible online writing (like fanfic, academic texts)—ChatGPT picked up patterns and quirks native to human writing.

Including (sigh) the em dash.

There are other victims here (RIP tapestry and delve 🫠), but the appropriation of the em dash—a punctuation mark beloved by writers everywhere—feels especially personal.

A kind of low-grade panic is ensuing. Writers who once memed their own em dash overuse—the greatest punctuation mark ever to grace the control-freak’s lexicon, frankly—are suddenly backing away to avoid accusations.

No. More. We have centuries of dash-abusing writers behind us. We will not sit quietly while AI repurposes our beloved stilted aside—or the just-one-more clarification the sentence demands—or the dramatic pause your comma could never—etc.

You don’t write like AI—AI writes like you.

Defend the em dash.

(Feel free to download/share/stick it where it matters!)

[bluejaey6]

Putting myself to bed properly now feels like talking to a toddler who wants a cookie… but has been horrible all day.

Like, no, you may not have a cookie. Go to *sleep*.

You can’t? Okay cool, daydream like you used to when you were actually a child. You know, that imagination you have? Use it. I don’t care if it takes you hours and you’re tossing and turning.

Realistically, for the past few nights of this force conditioning, I’ve ended up birdwatching in my mind. Yep. Imagining birds, apparently, helps me fall asleep.

[bluejaey6]

Remembering a digital footprint exists and trying to decide how much I care...

Kind of like how I could scroll back today and see my dad posting inappropriate stuff on FB back when I was little. Or his streaks of how many days he played bejeweled.

Like, am I going to be ashamed of posting strange (and certainly not appropriate) things? Maybe only if my great granny saw? Or do I have a thick enough spine to be like *yeah I said that*. Thick enough spine? Is that the phrase? Probably not.

Anyways, I said what I said (so far). This is my tumblr, like my snapchat is my snapchat, and my instagram and facebook and whatever else are mine. Like my face is mine and my skin is mine. Like my shirt and jeans are mine.

If I want to stitch stars onto the knees of my pants I will. Because they’re mine. If I want to randomly throw the concept of ‘human training treats’ for positive reinforcement out there on the internet? I will. Because again, my tumblr… and like nobody is here as a witness (yet). And because I am fully willing to own that mhm yeah thats me man, I have stars on my pants where I ripped a hole in the denim, and yeah I want to bribe my boyfriend with snacks to subconsciously wire him to be nice to himself.

I will do as I please so long as I have the backbone to hold to my choices in the future as much as I do now. Or at least, be able to acknowledge them.

Ahem, yours and nobodies at all,

Jaey

[bluejaey6]

do we think dried fruits and nuts are the equivalent of dog training treats that you carry in your pocket?? but like for people?

asking for a friend

[bluejaey6]

Luring him into my bed to lecture him on how to take a compliment

[bluejaey6]

I wake up with a kink in my neck but it doesn’t go away. It sinks into my soul and next thing I know I’m on a leash.

[bluejaey6]

Licking my man whenever I feel like it is my right and expression to my freedom of religion

[bluejaey6]

Teaches man how to onion.

Man: cries