Part of what came out of yesterday's realizations about curiosity vs goal based dopamine release;
dopamine or not, I think it'd be emotionally useful for me to see MORE things as goals even if their significance gets completely wiped out immediately in a larger hostile world. Example; yesterday I drove south, did an in person interview, drove back and in the middle of my job hunt found out I didn't get the job.
If I can phrase this as having accomplished a necessary step in this process I hate, one that wouldn't have had ANY chance of working out if I hadn't sunk effort into it, that makes it feel a lot better than just having it be part of an ongoing lifetime of never being good enough.
One complete vicious asshole who's plagued this country for decades, finally dying, doesn't achieve much sadly; like antisemitism and anti-Blackness, nobody loses money as an homophobe and there's a lot of other people out there causing harm, and all I can do is beat myself up for feeling even vaguely glad someone I learned to completely hate is no longer a source of harm.
I remember being a kid when AIDS was at its worst. At the time I had no clue I was Queer, I knew no openly Queer people, I wasn't permitted to know a relative was, I didn't know I was near vibrant enclaves in Little Five Points and Athens.
What I *did* know was that right wingers seemed to be ridiculously happy that folks (whose worst faults I was told were being girly and having ass sex) were dying in complete misery.
Even AT THAT TIME I got a real good idea of who the REAL bad guys were.
Copying hands from this gorgeous book of “mythological women” I’m struck by how Japan’s monsters are really influenced by cold winters with thick clothing. “She opened her kimonos and underneath was a skeleton!””She finally got up from the floor far enough we could see her giant spider body!” “Beneath all those sleeves she had snakes!” Etc.
#subtweet The Punisher is what happens when your favorite thing about Batman is him interrogating folks by dangling them from tall buildings.
Similarly, Cable is when your favorite thing about the Punisher's guns isn't the actual firearm part but that they have all sorts of neat little technical gribblies.
hellbird and my utter contempt for its current owner
Let's say you have a trans girl, and if she were willing to grit her teeth and put up with playing boy for her father, a man who makes more than ALL OF AUSTRALIA in a year, she could be rich beyond the dreams of avarice. What sort of father must that incredibly rich man be, that she literally disowned him and passed up on all chance of ever seeing any of that money?
it turns out that all of us who used to only KINDA hate Twitter are currently finding out.
coyote sing along hour, filk, mashup, very Gay
A Scotsman clad in kilt left th' bar one evening fair
An' one could tell by how he walked that he'd drunk more than his share
when all at one a mighty herd of red-eyed cows he saw
ploughin' through the ragged skies and up the cloudy draw
their faces gaunt their eyes were blurred
their shirts all soaked not dry
an' one says to the other with a twinkle in his eye
see yon sleepin' Scotsman so strong and handsome built
Ah wonder if it's true what they don't wear beneath the kilt
yippie ay yay
yippie ay yo
ghost rahders in th' sky
they marveled for a minute then one said we must be on
let's leave a present for our friend before we move along
'cause they've got to ride forever
on that range up in the sky
on horses snortin' fahr
as they rahd on hear them cry
The' Scotsman woke to nature's call and stumbled towards a tree
behind th' bush he lifts his kilt and he gawks at what he sees
and in a startled voice he says to what's before his eyes
tryin' t'catch the devil's herd
across these endless skies
yippie ay yay
yippie ay yo
ghost rahders in th' sky
Just one #drawing today, a noble Warforged paladin takes the fight to duergar slave traders in their own lair.
mh journaling stuff gets long
and then I think of the hierarchy of human needs. I didn't have enough food; I certainly didn't feel safe; I was semi-intentionally isolated and my personality pushed under to serve others' needs; I was handed religion which wasn't an option I could explore, or it was actively hostile.
I was NOT going to charge out of this, achieve financial and emotional success by the age of 28.
And if it sounds like I'm trying to feel better about how I'm a disposable nothing in this society/feeling endangered by this/far from doing a lot of things I want to do, slammed home by yet another birthday, you're right actually; I am.
Lots of random gunk, but some drawings and cooking talk too. Obsesses about DnD and related topics. Left-leaning/profoundly frustrated politics. Black lives matter; trans rights are human rights.
Occasionally NSFW art and discussion, please do follow if you're 18+.