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Pillion was pretty good. I got really annoyed when I noticed I had seen the censored version (the uncensored version is basically the same so I don’t know why they bothered).
What I found interesting was that from the beginning through to almost the end, you are not really sure Colin is a sub at all. The whole issue of who he is when he’s not being told who he is, is kind of the whole point. We are seeing the pre-history of Colin.
There is the whole segment of Colin’s life where he is his mother’s sub, that I think a lot of people would take for granted as “the real Colin”, but really, that’s just Colin the Child.
I think for someone so green, those scenes of lounging around the campfire looking at all the other subs getting cuddled by their masters and Colin realizing that he wants that, and that Ray is particularly cold even for a leather daddy, is an important revelation for him to feel. Because it’s like, Colin, what do you want? By the end of the story, he has a much better idea.
How his relationship with his mother concludes really hit hard. Sometimes you really only get one chance. I think about the last time I spoke to my aunt before she died, and I really let her have it about Trump and QAnon, and her delusions she clings to because she can’t handle how humiliating America really is. She just said she can’t wait to see me on the New Earth. And she died suddenly a few weeks later. That’s it.
Sometimes I’m so happy she never has to think about me again.
Anyways. You’ve got to live forward. I’m glad Colin picked up some shrapnel of a future self he didn’t quite know was him yet. People change you. The ways they change you that are not suitable for polite company are still beautiful, important. Just picking up tools.
Ray is really all about one look that only a Skarsgard could pull off, that one climactic expression of raw grief. He really plays a great monster. I don’t mean it in the dumb way that so many people will likely interpret this movie. I mean from the other side of it. I found it interesting that even though he is such an idealized fuck monster, there really isn’t a very humanistically eroticized relationship there. Colin doesn’t seem to really want to lick his boots. If I were licking boots, I’m afraid I’d ham it up a bit. I hate it when people ham it up. But I would be into it in a self- what’s the word? In an already self-actualized way. I know how to lick boots. I’m there.
I think it’s very novel to make a film about people who haven’t figured themselves out yet. The Illiterati is not a fan of off-the-therapeutic-map character growth. It’s not even like “sometimes you just have to go through some shit.” Sometimes you just do. And those things make you, a bit.
Aptitude for devotion.
Pierre Bonnard (1867-1947) - Work Table, 1926-27
“But the strange thing, the thing that you can never explain to anyone, except another nut, or, if you’re lucky, a doctor who has an unusual amount of sense — stranger than the hallucinations, or the voices, or the anxiety — is the way you begin to experience the edges of the mind itself… in a way other people just can’t.”
— Samuel R. Delany, Dhalgren
“Migozarad (‘[it] passes away’) Fresco, tea house in Tashqurghan, Afghanistan artist unknown Photo: Pierre Centlivres, 1966
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I did not mention that I finally watched Nirvana the Band the Show the Movie, and there was a stunt in there that made me laugh so hard that I was afraid I was going to puke, just out of physical exhaustion. Maybe the hardest I’ve laughed in 20 years. I think only the Jackass movie has ever made me laugh that hard.
That’s the dream right there, folks.
I picked up this habit where I snap my fingers, as a kind of imitation of the douchebag finger snap, and it became like this weird desperate trademark.
I’m watching You Will Live Forever, which is a very cute movie, and I just spontaneously did it again and it occurred to me it’s been such a long time since I had?
I’m not sure why. Toby was denied his weight loss shots by his insurance, because they said that they don’t cover stage 4 liver fibrosis, and he was like…. What?
But even before that we really haven’t been hanging out. It roughly coincided with the Kentucky Derby, and my boss being annoyed that his employees were friends outside work. I told him that Toby and Ricky were having homosexual sex together, and it was disgusting. His face was worth it.
I did mention that I was bisexual around that time as well. I don’t think he’s really down with hanging out with bros that are down with other bros. Unfortunately. Maybe he was just mad I didn’t go to the pottery class that one time. I don’t know.
Finger snap guns sometimes make a comeback.
“Does the world expect us to be well-behaved victims while we are getting killed? For us to be slaughtered without making a noise? We decided to defend our people with whatever weapons we had.”
— Yahya Sinwar
There is a room in The Backrooms with this big ramp (the up ramp, not the scary down ramp), and there is literally a behavioral ward in Chicago with a ramp like that, total nightmare shit, except it’s puke green. Which is so much scarier. What the hell were they thinking?
fight, flight, fawn, fornicate, or fart
Fawn, obviously.
I was just in a parking lot where a little girl belly-bumped into the back of her family’s sedan and said, “I got hit by a car, Daddy. You will remember me well. You will remember me all the time.”
Comrade, I am slightly drunk and listening to Lee “Scratch” Perry. I feel fucking good. I caved and installed my old AC unit and it feels like I’m being fucking poisoned and was pushed down a flight of stairs.
Stay dread.
There is something about this rain storm, where you can feel every change in volume, every change in air pressure, that coincides immediately with every flash of light, that it feels dangerously close like you are directly in the path of conducting lightning.
This is one of those thunderstorms where the rain sets on quick in random poweful bursts, and most of the lightning is very quick strobing flashes cloud to cloud. In my sleep, some strange anxiety came over me that my CPAP tube was beaming a radio signal directly into my head on a ray of electrons and it was some prelude to being electrocuted and I should take off the mask immediately, and maybe close the window to avoid a bolt of lightning from coming through.
That seems very impossible, or unlikely. But, if you could hear and feel the fluctuations, they are so immediate, so physical, it’s the most physically connected I’ve felt to lightning since walking around in approaching storms as a kid, feeling sparks collect in the air around your fingertips and levitate the hair on your head. That’s incredible to think how close we must have been to dying then.
Ok this is sort of funny and very embarrassing. For some reason, I have had the song “Just Another Day” by Jon Secada stuck in my head for weeks. Torture. I will just wake up in the middle of the night with music blasting in my head all the time (burying the lead there, maybe) and this song slipped in there somehow, probably piped in at a grocery store or Kohls or something.
To me, it is the perfect example of the kind of maudlin Adult Contemporary music that would make me sob when I was a little kid. Jesus Christ. I just find the whole delivery so funny.
So, this morning was the first time that the singer’s name popped into my head. (I remembered it as Tony Sedaca. Which is a funny deformation because I literally put my own name in there! But autocorrect just tipped me off, apparently there is someone named Neil Sedaka???? Who sang Breaking Up is Hard to Do??? I mean this guys name is literally Cicada???)
Anyways. I just looked at the lyrics, and I think this is very funny. Complete nonsense. Very disconnected thoughts, maybe a translation of something, I don’t know. The sentiments seem totally psychotic. Intense deep yearning, and I don’t believe lyrics have to make sense or read like conversation. I was just a little surprised.
It’s funny to try to remember what the music sounds like, because all I can remember is that Ashley’s Roachclip sample and maybe some keyboard piano stabs?
He’s just like a lost dog. I don’t know how you cope with feelings like that. You just have to get distracted and hope life wisks you away towards feelings that are less insane. I do feel insane. But not in this way, exactly. Thank god. It’s more of a low-lying hum of those feelings, that I hope stays low, and disappears.