TW: Mother’s Day, gaslighting, mother mention, father mention, CSA mention. Don’t feel bad scrolling past this.
Last two hours of Mother’s Day. I’ve managed to push away the guilt and pain so far.
I know what the last two hours of the day are like, though. The last two hours of the day are always the same, holiday or not. For some reason, I can never keep up the charade in the final stretch.
I didn’t even text her to wish her a happy Mother’s Day. I know she noticed. She’s probably feeling a lot of pain over it. And she’s probably crying to my dad about it, wondering why I won’t come home to see her.
And my dad is comforting her, acting like he doesn’t know either. Like I’ve just gone off the rails for no reason and decided to cut them out of my life gradually over the course of three and a half years.
He can keep acting like he doesn’t know, because he knows she will believe him. And if she believes him, everyone else will believe him too.
And I’ll just be here, the formerly good kid who went crazy and decided to lob accusations of CSA at him. The kid who tarnished a good man’s name. The kid so ungrateful that he would rather destroy his father’s life than admit he’s going through psychosis.
As long as she believes him, I can’t trust her. As long as I believe myself, she can’t trust me.
I miss you, mom. It hurts every day.
I wish I mattered enough for you to believe me.
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When I was in ninth grade I wanted to challenge what I saw as a very stupid dress code policy (not being allowed to wear spikes regardless of the size or sharpness of the spikes). My dad said to me, “What is your objective?”
He said it over and over. I contemplated that. I wanted to change an unfair dress code. What did I stand to gain? What did I stand to lose? If what I really wanted was to change the dress code, what would be my most effective potential approach? (He also gave me Discourses on the Fall of Rome by Titus Livius, Machiavelli’s magnum opus. Of course he’d already given me The Prince, Five Rings, and The Art of War.)
I ultimately printed out that phrase, coated it in Mod Podge, and clipped it to my bathroom mirror so I would look at it and think about it every day.
What is your objective?
Forget about how you feel. Ask yourself, what do you want to see happen? And then ask, how can you make it happen? Who needs to agree with you? Who has the power to implement this change? What are the points where you have leverage over them? If you use that leverage now, will you impair your ability to use it in the future? Getting what you want is about effectiveness. It is not about being an alpha or a sigma or whatever other bullshit the men’s right whiners are on about now. You won’t find any MRA talking points in Musashi, because they are not relevant.
I had no clear leverage on the dress code issue. My parents were not on the PTA; neither were any of my friend’s parents who liked me. The teachers did not care about this. Ultimately I just wore what I wanted, my patent leather collar from Hot Topic with large but flattened spikes, and I had guessed correctly—the teachers also did not care enough to discipline me.
I often see people on tumblr, mostly the very young, flail around in discourse. They don’t have an objective. They don’t know what they want to achieve, and they have never thought about strategizing and interpersonal effectiveness. No one can get everything they want by being an asshole. You must be able to work with other people, and that includes smiling when you hate them.
Read Machiavelli. Start with The Prince, but then move on to Discourses. Read Musashi’s Five Rings. Read The Art of War. They’re classics for a reason. They can’t cover all situations, but they can do more for how you think about strategizing than anything you’re getting in middle school and high school curricula.
Don’t vote third party unless you can tell me not only what your objective is but also why this action stands a meaningful chance of accomplishing it. Otherwise, back up and approach your strategy from a new angle. I don’t care how angry you are with Biden right now. He knows about it, and he is both trying to do something and not doing enough. I care about what will happen to millions of people if we have another Trump presidency. Look up Ross Perot, and learn from our past. Find your objective. If it is to stop the genocide in Palestine now, call your elected representatives now. They don’t care about emails; they care about phone calls, because they live in the past. I know this because I shadowed a lobbyist, because knowing how power works is critical to using it.
How do you think I have gotten two clinics to start including gender care in their planning?
Start small. Chip away. Keep working. Find your leverage; figure out how and when to effectively use it. Choose your battles, so that you can concentrate on the battle at hand instead of wasting your resources in many directions. Learn from the accumulated wisdom of people who spent their lives learning by doing, by making mistakes, by watching the mistakes of their enemies.
Don’t be a dickhead. Be smarter than I was at 14. Ask yourself: what is your objective?
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I realize that saying I want him to dominate tf out of me then not giving any examples may have been the reason why he didn’t really do it :,3 so I’m gonna list examples…
Initiating stuff just by touching me whenever you feel like, randomly put your (recently washed/cleaned) hands down my boxers while we’re cuddling, watching something, play fighting, etc and I’ll pass out /pos. I’ve said this before but PLEASE ask me to lay on you and start moving my hips with your hands to make me hump your thigh, I’d suck you dry on the spot. I’m 99.99999% free use, please use me :,3
Not letting me pull you down by your hair ever, pulling away or freezing every single time I try to pull you down. And every time I try to yank you down please make me ruin unless I beg, it’s up to you on if you let me cum or ruin but I like when you’re a mean owner :>
Make me use my words, manhandle me!!, give me commands and praise. Call me mean names in a mean tone then go back to praising me with your nice caring normal tone
Please mark me :< I need them so bad it’s not even funny. Especially my chest and almost neck cause I can see them better :>> I really like when you uh use your mouth on my chest, especially certain parts :,3 and maybe pull my hair during it please :> pretty please
I’m not exactly sure what fetish thing this stems from or whatever but I like when you almost inspect (D,: ??) me. Like when you gently pull at my inner thighs and ass to get more in or to just look… you’ve done it a few times and I really really liked it. Last weekend you did it and I finished like immediately..
I also ofc post a ton about what would make my brain turn off that I didn’t include here cause I can’t really remember right now :3 I’m sorry this was so long also :<
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I’m not sure if this is permitted in other countries, but here in the US, advertisers are allowed to use any kind of malignant psychology they want in their ads so long as those ads fit within the allotted time-frame.
Back in high school, my class watched a video on how a certain Coca-Cola advertisement was made. You may have seen it, but for those who haven’t: The ad featured a cinematic montage of a crowded beach with smiling thin white people enjoying their leisure time and drinking Coca-Cola out of a common plastic bottle.
The big takeaway from this video was that the ad wasn’t actually advertising Coca-Cola. It was advertising a lifestyle. By associating Coca-Cola with a desirable lifestyle (as well as qualities associated with desirability) it plants the association of “Coca-Cola” with “happiness” in people’s subconscious minds.
This becomes clear when you consider who the ad was meant for. The target audience wasn’t the smiling thin white people that the ad featured, but instead it was people who wanted to be smiling thin white people. This was an ad for the Gen X mom of three kids who worked full-time, who relied on shelf-stable foods to keep everyone fed, and whose nervous system was chronically fried from the stress of never having adequate time for herself.
If she was at the grocery store, and saw the very same bottle of Coca-Cola featured in that ad, she’d be far more likely to pick it up than she was before watching it. If she didn’t anticipate finding relief for her stress, then she could at least drink up the idea of it.
Of course, the thing about ads is that they stop working. Eventually, people’s minds grow wise to the fact buying a certain product doesn’t actually grant them the lifestyle associated with them.
But there’s a lot of other tricks ads employ beyond this.
The reason why Geico is the first company you consider when thinking about buying car insurance is because of the calm, consistent nature of their ads and the fact they’re ubiquitous enough to be familiar. Their mascot forms a kind of parasocial rapport with the audience, so Geico already feels familiar to you by the time you’re looking to buy insurance.
Cereal brands use cartoon-character-like mascots to make their product memorable to kids who can’t read. The reason why so many cereal mascots exhibit such frenetic, possessive behavior is to teach kids to emulate that behavior to compel parents into buying them the cereal, especially if they saw that behavior rewarded in the ad (with the cereal).
You only really see ads for apps on an app-based devices for a reason.
Then there are the ads that don’t look like ads, but look like people on TikTok sharing a new secret product with their audience using the only communication format we regularly trust: word-of-mouth.
And let’s not forget the sheer magnitude of ads that exist. I can’t go outside without seeing them. I can’t watch videos online without exposing myself to ads that wants to skewer my emotions within 10 seconds.
There’s no reprieve from it unless I wall myself off from our culture entirely.
Ads are parasites to both culture and to cognition, and they must be regulated.
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