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@drownedindeniall
Its like the 80’s all over again, a remorseless madwoman runs the UK, a maniacal bastard runs the US, the world’s on the brink of nuclear war and all I want to do is listen to synthpop
star wars, ghostbusters, and mad max all pass the bechdel test now tho
that helps with the deja vu but tragically not the crushing fear of nuclear apocalypse
try the synthpop again
me, bursting through your bedroom wall in a shower of dust: bUT that hug before they go onstage is what we’ve always wanted from One Direction, and that’s what makes them unsustainable as a phenomenon. What we always wanted from them was what they did not give to us intentionally
you: wh
me, briskly removing my shoes and shaking fragments of rubble out of them: One Direction is perhaps the first band to exist entirely within the Panopticon, from the very beginning, and yet even that was not enough for us. Can you imagine how difficult it would become to hold onto a “self” when what people want most from you are the moments of your life that specifically are NOT FOR THEM? It wasn’t just what they DID, we wanted to know what they FELT, constantly. We demanded to know but we did not want to be TOLD. The knowledge could only be “authentic” if it was not meant for us
you: why are you in my house
me, climbing into your bed and pulling your blankets up to my chin: The endless “documentaries,” the social media – we had an unprecedented, and unprecedentedly intimate, degree of access to these people, and still what we valued most were secrets and accidents. What we wanted was their interiority, and when we could not have that we invented it. Wouldn’t you resent having to constantly be GRATEFUL for that grasping, rapacious love? I would
you: are you crying?
me: We wanted to love them by devouring them, and now we have nothing to eat but our own hearts. can you bring me a hot water bottle
no matter what we’ll do after this, we’ll never ever beat this
yeah, but isn’t that scary?
You were GONE and Niall was covering Springsteen and fucking u2 and sound checking shit on our dream cover ask-a-thon from 100 years ago and you weren’t here and I had no one to rejoice with. I know shit happens I just want you to know you were missed and remembered at random points since you ghosted just like “omg does she know did she hear did it live up to expectations?” Etc etc
I KNOW I know the cruelest twist of fate is Niall going brunette AND covering Dancing in the Dark only AFTER I have moved on and committed a GROSS dereliction of my duties.
BUT, I saw him cover Dancing in the Dark with my own eyes a week ago and it was wonderful and perfect and maybe the best thing I’ve ever heard. Like I knew he was playing it but I was not PREPARED.
Anyway I’m OUT HERE I’m just ethereal now.
“We’re Moron”, Flicker World Tour Auburn 08/02/18
you're back!!!! i kept checking in every so often on this blog but each time it was password protected.... I'm so glad you made it public again so I can re-read some of my favourite insights of niall + 1d that you have written! thank you
Thanks bub! I got squirrelly for a while because the world suddenly felt TOO SMALL but also WHO CARES. I don't like the feeling of locking this thing up... I know people will probably want to poke around sometimes and I don't want to take that away from them
okay so thanks for making me cry on my desk this friday morning. i will do my work listening to fool's gold on repeat now and i will stand by your side with all i have when you sue him.
It's okay he tempered the seriousness by dragging us all really hard for singing the chorus off key. It was actually very sweet? Have you seen Nanette? It was the thing she talks about where you go on stage and you build tension and then cut it with a punchline. Like he knew people would be fucked up by what he was doing and wanted to give them a little release valve. He's a very good boy and he knows what he's doing.
Dancing In The Dark, Flicker World Tour Auburn 8/2/18
Flicker World Tour Auburn - 02/08/2018
Do you know where i canfind your old answers?
GOOD QUESTION. I was never great at consistent tagging but I think tagged/anon will get you a lot of them. HI.
Haha the part where his whole band left the stage and he played fool's gold alone was fucked up and I'm suing
k we flexed and got our tickets for tomorrow night, time to see my irish golf dad classic rock uncle son
is lesbian bed death real
NO
Recent discussions of lesbian “sex” frequently cite the findings of a study on couples by Blumstein and Schwartz which is perceived by most of those who discuss it as having been done well, with a good sample of couples–lesbian, male homosexual, heterosexual non-married and heterosexual married couples. These people apparently found that lesbians “have sex” far less frequently than any other type of couple, that lesbian couples are less “sexual” as couples and as individuals than anyone else. In their sample, only about one third of lesbians in relationships of two years or longer “had sex” once a week or more; 47% of lesbians in long term relationships “had sex” once a month or less, while among heterosexual married couples only 15% had sex once a month or less. And they report that lesbians seem to be more limited in the range of their “sexual” techniques than are other couples.
When this sort of information first came into my circle of lesbian friends, we tended to see it as conforming to what we know from our own experience. We were not surprised to hear that we “had” less “sex” than anyone else or that in our long-term relationships we “had sex” a great deal less frequently than other sorts of couples. This seemed to pretty much fit our knowledge of ourselves and of each other. But on more reflection, and looking again at what has been going on with us in our long-term relationships, the nice fit between this report and our experience seemed not so perfect after all.
It was brought to our attention during our ruminations on this that what 85% of long-term heterosexual married couples do more than once a month takes on the average 8 minutes to do. Although in my experience lesbians discuss their “sex” lives with each other relatively little (a point to which I will return), I know from my own experience and from the reports of a few other lesbians in long-term relationships, that what we do that, on average, we do considerably less frequently, takes on the average, considerably more than 8 minutes to do. Maybe about 30 minutes at the least. Sometimes maybe about an hour. And it is not uncommon that among these relatively uncommon occurrences, an entire afternoon or evening is given over to activities organized around doing it. The suspicion arises that what 85% of heterosexual married couples are doing more than once a month and what 47% of lesbians couples are doing less than once a month is not the same thing. And if they are not doing the same thing, how was this research done that would line these different things up against each other to compare how many times they were done?
I remember that one of my first delicious tastes of old gay lesbian culture occurred in a bar where I was chatting with some other lesbians I was just getting acquainted with. One was talking about being busted out of the Marines for being gay. She had been put under suspicion somehow, and was sent off to the base psychiatrist to be questioned, her perverted tendencies to be assessed. He wanted to convince her she had only been engaged in a link youthful experimentation and wasn’t really gay. To this end, he questioned her about the extent of her experience. What he asked was, “How many times have you had sex with a woman?” At this, we all laughed and giggled: what an ignorant fool he was! What does he think he means by “times”? What will we count? What’s to count?
Another of my friends years later, discussing the same conundrum, said that she thought maybe every time you got up to go to the bathroom, that marked a “time.” The joke about “how many times” is still good for a chuckle from time to time in my life with my lover. I have no memory of any such topic providing any such merriment in my years of sexual encounters and relationships with men. It would have been very rare indeed that we would not have known how to answer the question “How many times did you do it?” If what heterosexual married couples do that the individuals report under the rubric “sex” or “have sex” is something that in most instances can easily be individuated into countable instances, this is more evidence that it is not what long-term lesbian couples do…or, for that matter, what short-term lesbian couples do.
What violence did the lesbians do their experience by answering the same question the heterosexuals answered, as though it had the same meaning for them? How did the lesbians figure out how to answer the questions “How frequently?” or “How many times?” My guess is, for starters, that different individuals figured it out differently, to some degree. Some might have counted a two or three-cycle evening as one “time” they “had sex”; some might have counted that as two or three “times.” Some may have counted as “times” only the times both partners had orgasms; some may have counted as “times” occasions on which at least one had an orgasm; some may not have orgasms or have them rarely and may not have figured orgasms into the calculations; perhaps they counted as a “time” every episode in which both touched the other’s vulva more than fleetingly and not for something like a health examination. For some, to count every reciprocal touch of the vulva would have made them count as “having sex” more than most people with work to do would dream of having time for; how do we suppose those individuals counted “times”? Is there any good reason why they should not count all those as “times”? Does it depend on how fulfilling it was? (Was anybody else counting by occasions of fulfillment?)
–Marilyn Frye, ‘Lesbian “Sex”’
this is a cis woman writing in 1987 so predictably she uses the word “phallic” a lot etc. but she’s right about how “sex” is meant to operate in the broader (heteropatriarchal) culture. all lesbians do ourselves a disservice by measuring ourselves against that rubric. if you’re feeling dissatisfied with your sex life then you can talk to your partner about it, but having a preconceived idea about the inevitability of sexual dissatisfaction in lesbian relationships is certainly not going to help.. not to mention how transparently this seems to be based on, not only a rubric that doesn’t do justice to how lesbians tend to have sex, but also an idea of women in general as being fundamentally less sexual than men / of our sexual pleasure being less important than men’s (as Frye points out, if there’s no man in a sexual relationship to have orgasms, can you really be said to be having sex at all?)
tl;dr lesbian bed death is only real if you let it be. go suck a titty
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Curled up with my head on your chest It’s the best remedy for the pain and the stress If the world doesn’t change then we’ll never get dressed
“The only ziall headcanon I have is them laying in bed and Zayn carefully showing niall R&B track after R&B track or or playing Jhené Aiko’s entire discography as niall falls in and out of sleep and Zayn strokes his hair…”
- likeliterallydead, who is trying to ruin my life
Flicker World Tour Manchester 03/16/18
@carazuri and @wickershire were in my living room and at my neighborhood bar like an hour ago and are now heading to see a sentient organic cinnamon bun play a concert and are sleeping on my couch bed tonight and it made me nostalgic and reminded me that I miss you guys and want to say hi. HIIIIIII I LOVE YOU.
