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suddenly thinking about the courtroom scene, of Stratt being accused of pirating literally everything, and Grace later having everything in the various computers aboard his ship that he gave a copy to Rocky without issue, and the beetles having such a massive memory capacity and...
Stratt was a historian. She wasn't just pirating for the sake of entertainment for the astronauts, she was doing a full historical backup of the planet. Who knows how much knowledge and communications ability, how much art and culture and history, how much niche knowledge of how to make specific pieces of modern technology or modern medicines, was lost as the wars for resources isolated everyone, as the death tolls led to the deaths of specialized trade workers and scientists, as the power grids failing across the planet (or cut off, potentially) led to all the cloud servers going dark. Stratt was facing methods of combating extinction and she did her best to ensure that if/when the Hail Mary worked, it would send back not just the hope of the future in the solution to the astrophage, but the restoration of history and culture and knowledge.
Just.... she pirated everything, and put it all on the Hail Mary.
Grace and Rocky, giving a tour of the Hail Mary to fascinated Eridian scientists and diplomats.
Pointing at things and explaining what they are and how the ship works, lots of awed and appreciative noises are made.
Until one of the visiting Eridians points out a specific item. “And that?”
It’s a strange, circular thing, a xenonite disk mounted upright on some sort of pivot so it can spin freely, but around the edges it has… spokes? Pegs? Sticking out of it, that hit against a stiff flap that would slow down the spinning.
It is also separated into sections decorated with crude etchings of a human and an Eridian.
“Ah,” Grace says.
“That,” Rocky says.
“That’s. Um.” Grace seems somewhat embarrassed. “That’s the sacrifice wheel.”
Baby eridians, for a good portion of their lives, are soft-shelled, as Erid likes to call it. It takes a few molts (more than a few, but for abbreviation's sake) for their shells to entirely harden, absorbing minerals from around them and through their food to develop the shell on their exterior. If you need a comparison, consider how human bones fuse and we become less flexible as we get older.
But for a few years (cough, decades, cough), a baby pebble is about as hard as a soft-shelled turtle—or a normal turtle, if they're a bit older. Disadvantages aside, there is an advantage to being able to see your offspring's internal functions. And until their vocal bladders form and they're capable of making multiple complex sounds, being able to see what is hurting is absolutely helpful.
It's a universal experience among parents to lament the day they can no longer hear their pebbles' heartbeats.
That is to say, Rocky knows Grace is an adult, okay? He isn't someone who anthropomorphizes, and he isn't going to start now. Statement.
But when he first heard Grace in all his squishy glory— heart pumping away, lungs filling and deflating, organs digesting food— his brain went full baby-fever mode. Frankly, he was white-knuckling the urge to find the nearest hypothetical cave, bundle him up into a proper nest, and wait for his skin to absorb the surrounding minerals and start hardening properly.
But because Rocky is sensible and proper and not going to infantilize his best friend (he swears to God, stupid fucking instincts, shut the fuck up!!), he won't.
But sometimes the urge to squish his best friend is overwhelming. He just pinches at him through the permeable mesh of his ball. And Grace will screw up his face (so soft) and go what’s up bud? I piss you off or something? (He learns what bruises are and sulks for half a day afterward.)
All of that aside, once again, Rocky has gotten used to Grace's heartbeat, his clumsiness, and his one-tone voice. That's his best friend, and he's smart and just as capable as any other adult. He is also the cutest fucking thing to Eridian hearing. Is he also disconcertingly alien, definitely— His size, the limbs, the head protrusion (and other protrusions), the leakiness detracted maybe. But his cluster-sibling once cooed at and brought home a pet sulphur slug because, oh my spirits, hear his squishy respiratory system and you tell me that's not the cutest thing on the planet! It blurbles, Rocky! It fucking blurbles!
So, as Erid draws closer and Rocky/Grace become more excited and stressed. (The food has yet to run out, and as good as Erid is, they need substantial help from the human side to figure out how to make proper human nutrition. And finding the right informational packs in all of human knowledge is a very big undertaking.)
Rocky dreads the ever-looming talk he’ll need to have with Grace about the fact that Erid may, in fact, possibly find him very, very adorable. And that this might hamper communication for a second while he explains no, that is not a tall baby and no you cannot squish it.
just...! just a Yanli... definitely not for her birthday late 1 month... yeah
Same question, different silence.
First night sharing a bed on the way to the Emerald City:
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haggis poll, for some reason
today I was in a new location of the grocery chain I frequent and they had an entire United Kingdom section, which I am not used to. While I didn't see a haggis, they're on my mind so you get this poll:
have you ever eaten haggis?
yes (I'm from Scotland)
yes (I'm from another part of the UK)
yes (I'm from another geographic location that has a British colonial history)
yes (I'm from elsewhere in the world)
Not 'haggis' haggis, but i've eaten haggis-flavoured foods
No (but I know what haggis, the food, is)
No (and I have never heard of haggis)
this poll has weird choices and i just want to see the results
Have you had Hog Maw?
Yes (and I have also had haggis)
Yes (and I have NOT had haggis)
No (and I have had haggis)
No (I have had NEITHER haggis nor hog maw)
Yes and there's a related cultural food that I want to tell you about.
No, and there's a related cultural food that i want to tell you about
i forgot most of the parts to my desk and the adaptor that allows my tablet to connect to my computer in another state but i found a way. the bikini babe factory must continue production.
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do you know any lighthearted books with transfemme leads? something with minimal focus on transphobia and trauma
Sure, check these out!
Cheer Up! by Crystal Frasier, Val Wise, and Oscar O. Jupiter (YA graphic novel)
The Summer Love Strategy by Ray Stoeve (f/f YA romance with a trans LI)
Chef’s Choice by TJ Alexander (m/f t4t romance)
Roller Girl by Vanessa North (f/f romance)
Fake It by Lily Seabrooke (f/f romance)
Chameleon Moon by RoAnna Sylver (f/f/f sci-fi)
Also it obviously has a focus on transphobia but I really can't recommend One of the Boys by Victoria Zeller highly enough; it's also a really fun and romantic sporty read.
The Ultra Fabulous Glitter Squadron Saves the World Again by A.C. Wise (pulpy science fiction about a team of superheroes made up of several trans women (including their leader), some drag queens, some lesbians, a drag king, an agender leather dom and I think one cishet woman)
The Starship Teapot series by Si Clarke (fun, silly science fiction with an agender transfem protagonist who uses she/her for herself and also for every alien, robot and animal she meets)
Starry Pool ~ 1916 ~ N. C. Wyeth (1882-1945)
Denver Balbaboco - The Birth of Wednesday Addams
Magnolia’s Lemon Spirit (2016)
Olga Kvasha
anyway every time i post about ocd people start tagging the post like "wait this isn't normal?" and i always like to remind people that intrusive thoughts are normal. pretty much everyone experiences them. "what if i jumped off this balcony?" "what if i crashed my car right now for no reason?" "what if i yelled a curse word in the middle of this wedding?" everyone thinks these things from time to time. it's disordered thinking when the distress starts becoming intolerable.
"am i normal" is not as helpful question to ask as "are intrusive thoughts causing me frequent distress?" and "would my life be better if i could find a way to feel less distress/learn to tolerate the distress?"
millions and millions of people have ocd. having ocd is normal. you're normal. but what if you could feel better? what if living everyday in your own mind and body could be tolerable? is that something you want? need? these are questions to ask.
I feel like one of the most useful things I ever heard was in the first class of Introduction to Abnormal Psychology which I took waaaayyyy back in college. The professor warned us NOT to self diagnose because we would end up diagnosing ourselves with everything.
Because the "abnormal" in abnormal psychology wasn't the psychological processes we were reading about. The abnormal was the degree to which the functioning of that process in a way that negatively affected someone within the context of leading the life required of them by their culture.
His first example was Schizophrenia. Saying that most of us probably had a very minor Schizophrenic episode with uncomfortably regular frequency. Every time you are terribly tired at night and think you hear or see something odd that isn't there, that's the same psychological process as Schizophrenia. The difference was that all of us shrug it off and just go to sleep. At most we walk around where we live to check on things. Then it's over with. We don't think about it anymore.
Whereas, with an actual Schizophrenic, the same brain function will activate much more frequently and they will experience much greater effects from it. Same normal thing to an abnormal degree.
For instance the one Schizophrenic I vaguely knew at the time, if his meds weren't spot on, would hear the devil and demons talking to him on the regular. Even just during regular conversations. But he knew he was Schizophrenic and had learned skills to manage it, so he had developed this habit of asking people if they heard what he heard, too. Like, did you just hear someone saying, "Kill everyone?" And you'd say no and he'd say that's good and then go call his doctor. But it could also absolutely be a real thing: did you hear the song say something terrible. Yeah, it had a kind of messed up lyric. And he'd say, oh, good, that IS messed up and let it go. And, not only was it somewhat frequent if his meds were off, it would bother him more as well. He'd get significantly more anxious about everything he was perceiving because he didn't entirely trust his senses and the false information about the world registered just as real to him as the true information. So it deeply impacted the quality of his life. It was hard for him to do everyday things that were required of him to get through his life.
That's the difference.
But then there was the second example, given to beware extrapolating one experience as all experience.
The professor talked about having a patient that had been court ordered to come see him for therapy for anger management issues. He explained the story as a freshman from a pretty not nice neighborhood in Los Angeles.
On his first day of classes, he rode his bike onto campus, very normal behavior, and since it was his first day, he didn't know all the rules. So he parked against campus regulations. So he's sitting in class and sees some random guy dressed like a prissy jock (Campus Security and Enforcement but he doesn't know that) who is just unlocking his bike and walking it away.
So he jumps out of his seat runs out the door and confronts the Campus Security guy. And the Security guy is a volunteer student as a majority of them were, so he's not exuding authority, it's just some asshole taking his bike without even being ashamed about it when he's caught. So they have a short argument. Finally, the Security guy says the student parked illegally so he's impounding the bike and the student has to go to office X in building y and pay the fine to get his bike back and then just starts to walk on.
So the student, who doesn't know any of this from the stuff on the final exam that he hasn't even finished the first class for, decks the security guy. Knocks him flat on the cement. Then gets on his bike, curses the security guy out, gives him the finger, and rides home so his stuff can't get stolen for another shakedown.
Administration steps in. Says the student has anger issues and has to go to therapy and do community service and have a note on his record - the whole shebang because he clearly has some ISSUES!
Now he's in the professor's office telling this story of getting robbed and it sounding like a grift.
And then the professor asks us if that's actually a psychological issue or is it someone responding perfectly appropriately to his previously normal environment, just in an environment where the social interaction rules - which, again, he hasn't learned yet - are sufficiently different that following the rule set that was completely appropriate only a few days or weeks ago, are now severe violations of social etiquette.
He gave us a moment to ponder before saying, I'll never know for sure but I know that if I grew up where someone might steal my bike for any reason they felt like and no one but me and a careful demonstration not to mess with me via an application of due force was going to keep me and my stuff safe, I'd probably punch some guy I didn't know, too. The problem isn't that he's abnormal or has anger issues. The problem is that the contexts have changed and he hasn't had enough time to adapt yet. Which is the other question you'll have to wrestle with in this class: should he have to? Is our context actually better, is it even just better FOR HIM, or are his actions actually demonstrating something that is merely not how we want him to behave and isn't actually a problem at all?
Normal is contextual. What's normal for someone on a college campus where most students are fairly wealthy isn't going to be what's normal for someone in inner-city LA. They can't be. So is forcing him to adjust and comply to this context, here, helping or hurting him in the long run. It certainly is going to cause him problems when grad schools are looking at his college records. Is that fair? Is it right? Are we entitled to make that judgement? What happens to those we think we're trying to help when we ARE eventually proven wrong?
These days, I know I am quite literally abnormal, as in my brain functions in a way that is statistically quite rare. I've only met one therapist (and I have interacted with a LOT!) who had some specialty in the field of what I have. I'm prompting the creation of a second in my own therapist as they get to know what works and what doesn't for me. My therapist is, thankfully, extremely good and very adept at managing and learning strange and unfamiliar waters.
But I'm lucky in other ways as well. As disturbing and constant as my issues are, they're not particularly bad in context. I mask well enough - even from myself a lot of the time - that we can afford to experiment, give things room to let things play out, and even contradict the accepted wisdom around my issues. Most people with even a hint of my issue are working to "remove" it. I'm working on realigning it, and I can see a LOT of positive benefits from our tactic that I have no idea if I would get from the standard procedure.
Abnormal doesn't necessarily mean bad. It also doesn't necessarily mean anything else except what is on the tin: it is a statistically unlikely occurrence to have a degree of effect that is so different from the majority of people's experience within the context of my inhabited environment. Maybe if I lived somewhere / somewhen / someway else it would be different. Maybe my issues would be the normal statistical likelihood. Maybe not. But I don't have to deal with that. I only have to deal with here and now.
I only have to live with my variance from local demands and expectations by the judgement of how difficult does it make my life.
I'm now on both an on and off label use for dexmethylphenidate. It is the single most effective drug in my arsenal. A day without my proper dosage of speed is a miserable day. I find it extremely hard to function. It helps me wake up. It helps me sleep. It helps me self regulate. It helps me feel immensely less existential depression. It helps me feel calm and centered in comparison to my normal without it. And, yeah, it helps me fiddle with my weirdo dissociation thing in a way that makes my life better. For me, it's as close to a miracle drug as I can get. I may not be instantaneously healthy and normal on it, but it makes working toward healthy possible.
And healthy is absolutely contextually defined. Everybody just loses track of the here and tunes out every now now and then. I just do it more often. Everybody has to stop occasionally to readjust and catch up with their thoughts. I just do it mid-sentence for longer than it takes to say a paragraph. Everybody has different aspects of their personality move in and out of charge of them according to their feelings and current environs. Mine just regularly struggle with each other over who gets to drive the bus and play host. Most people will be slightly different depending on which personality part is seizing control of their reactions. I just have different mannerisms, perceptions, default thought patterns, and attitudes depending on who is driving.
Most people I interact with don't even consider that I might be nutters until I mention having been in the mental hospital. I'm what's called "high functioning" meaning my behaviors aren't too much out of line with societal expectations. I'm abnormal but, thankfully, not terribly so. And I can function better by leaning in. I've watched people just calm down and have the total opposite of an anxiety attack when the right personality is driving. Last thing I would want to do is "cure" her from hosting. Most of us are actively working toward her being the default driver. I have a reminder on my phone that goes off every two hours to remind us to work on having her host. That's not me wanting to be sick, that's me wanting myself to function in the way that I like best, whatever my context expects. I'm a 48 year old man, having a feminine personality running my system is not going to be everyone in my context's preference.
Which is all a hugely long, over-wordy (a reliable indication that the previous default host is running the show XD) agreement with the OP above.
So I will cut the final quarter of this and shut up now instead of saying, 'yeah,' more.