Denial is so hard when it's just me trying to convince myself. I have the willpower of a stray dog at a barbeque, everytime I try to edge I just end up just telling myself I'm allowed to do whatever I want.
Now if someone told me to edge, maybe make me set a time goal, keep shifting the goal post til I'm begging for permission, offering to do anything if it gives me the chance to cum...that'd be a different story.
every person you meet will have one bit that only they find funny. it is important that you hate that bit as much as possible in order to enrich their experience of doing the bit. it is part of the enjoyment of the bit
On the subject about parents needing to control their child's reading and invade their privacy in order to "protect" them from "inappropriate material:
Until I was in....college? At least? The vast, vast majority of the books I read were either a) assigned by my school or b) (the vast majority of my reading) provided to me by my mother.
My mom is a librarian. She filled our rooms with books, picked especially for us. She pointed out books on the shelves in our home library (separate from our bedroom shelves) that she thought we would like. She bought us books for birthdays, Christmas, and just stacks of recommendations. She once paid me $10 to read one of the Cirque Du Freak books because she said I needed "to be exposed to bad literature."
She respected my privacy in room, didn't go through my belongings. She explicitly pointed out to us that she wouldn't know if we took a particular book of the shelf, as long as we returned it, if we didn't want her to know we were reading it. She purposely brought us books that she didn't care for herself, because she thought we might find them valuable or enjoyable.
And if we wanted to read something she thought might upset or disturb us, she would explain why. She wouldn't stop us from reading it - just ask us to check in with her, to talk through it.
And so when I read something that upset or disturbed me, I would go to her. She would listen and talk through it with me.
If she said she didn't think I would like something, or that a book might disturb me, or that she thought I should wait until I was older, I listened to her.
She didn't need restrictions or control to protect me. Because she proved I could trust her.
Controlling kids is never about "protecting" them. It's just about control.
i mean he had been out here since 1988 dropping such bombs:
"'fandom' is a vehicle of marginalized subcultural groups (women, the young, gays, etc.) to pry open space for their cultural concerns within dominant representations; it is a way of appropriating media texts and rereading them in a way that serves different interests, a way of transforming mass culture into a popular culture"
Jenkins, Henry. “Star Trek Rerun, Reread, Rewritten: Fan Writing as Textual Poaching.” Critical Studies in Mass Communication 5, no. 2 (1988): 85–107. https://doi.org/10.1080/15295038809366691.
there are even some earlier works in fan studies but that’s what i have ready to hand.
1. Calling me a tumblrina: feels wrong coming from a twitter user but at least it’s true
2. Calling me a millennial: fine. Pretty sure I’m elder gen z but the soup zone between 1995 and 2000 can go either way depending on who you ask
3. Calling me a mall goth. Intriguingly nonsensical. Mall goth is a subculture which has been dead for like 15 slutty slutty years. Of course there are kids in Tripp pants puppeting its corpse around on tiktok but I am very much not one of them. No elements of my style are mall goth I’m literally some guy in a black shirt.
This is a reminder that I write fantasy books. They're cool as fuck, they deal with themes of family and antifascism and the nature of responsibility, and they also happen to be REALLY queer.
For, like, the whole first LONG part of my writing career, I was on an exclusive deal with Amazon. I wasn't allowed to publish or distribute my ebooks on other websites.
That's no longer the case. I'm free!
So, I'm putting all my books on my Patreon. That's THIRTEEN books and counting.
Full-size books, not novellas. (Nothing wrong with novellas. We love'em. Just...this is a lotta books and I need you to understand that).
Want a bi, robin-hood-meets-batgirl, young forest girl becomes master thief adventure? That's the Nightblade Epic.
Want a polyam, trans-friendly, wizard-school-meets-The-Godfather, mystery and intrigue series? That's the Academy Journals.
Want an ace-and-bi best friends, buddy revenge, monster hunter, Princess-Bride-meets-Supernatural-but-queer journey? That's Tales of the Wanderer.
Want a queer-platonic-but-also-SUCH-sapphic-yearning, reluctant chosen one, found family, mysterious past, LOTR-meets-Hot-Fuzz, heroic quest? That's the Resurrection Cycle.
And they're ALL in that post on my Patreon.
I'm trying hard to not only write my own books but publish more marginalized and underrepresented voices. I've already started. I'm planning to do a lot more.
So if you want to help make all of THAT happen...and also just, like, get thirteen new books right now...
Been working on a movement focused arena shooter in VRChat!
so far i've gotten a bulk of the backdrop environment work sorted out and hope to soon begin working on the actual interior and base level design!
you can see more of my work early and support it by subbing to my patreon at https://www.patreon.com/banditcamp
The only thing I need tumblr to do is to get like... cool with the idea you can hire people here to do commissions for you and to like.. consider monetary support for artists cuz one of the reasons and the biggest reason I moved to twitter in the first place is because people there buy my art. I make a living there doing art.
And the vibe here is **we don't do that here**
If you want artists to be here and do art you gotta be okay with the concept of artists trying to make money.
I hate capitalism as much as the next person but I'm also 30 years old living with my fucking parents because I can't pay for a 1 bedroom apartment. Artists are not 'big business'. We're not Disney.
We're just people trying to make a living or some money for groceries and shit.