All the Wrong Questions is one of my favorite book series, and one thing just occurred to me. Pip and Squeak Bellerophon have to drive a taxi and no one seems to care that they are way underage.
BUT! They drive it together, and I don’t know their ages, but their ages mashed together could be old enough to drive! Like if Pip was 9 and Squeak was 7! It could be legal!
Just my tired brain making weird connections and having weird ideas.
Hey so uhhhhh maybe fandom can cool it with purity culture? It’s OK to engage with complicated art and complicated characters who do bad shit. It’s OK to find those characters charismatic and interesting, even as you’re disagreeing with their ideologies. That doesn’t make you a bad person. That just makes you willing to engage with art and to strengthen your critical thinking skills. The media you consume does not define your morals as a person.
Signed,
someone who has a lot of weird intrusive thoughts about this, and needs a friendly reminder that I’m not a sicko
Feeling overwhelmed, sleepy & soft & just want to be held by someone (preferably one of my many woman crushes).
Just want someone to hold me close & kiss my head while they lightly scratch my scalp easing me into sleep and whisper sweet nothing's into my ear lovingly.
Not because you don't have ppl that love you, but because you feel that you lack a true community to be a part of?
Like, I have friends who I love very much❤️
But a lot of them come from being part of different fandoms or nerd cultures...
And I've just felt like I don't actually belong in those places anymore since I don't have time to participate.
And I don't have time because all of it is spent trying to survive.
So those friends in those subcultures and I have drifted apart.
Also, I think I've been seeking attention recently via desperate promotion of my art projects because I usually get ignored by people unless I'm producing something.
Anyway, I think I need to make some vent art soon...
i used to be so good at writing strong, thoroughly-researched, thoroughly-edited essays.
as a kid in hs, my teacher literally came up to me, holding my 40 page essay on the intersection of the European witch hunts and capitalism/exploitation/gender roles (it was supposed to be 7 pages...whoops) and went like "this is literally a master's-degree level thesis. what are you doing?? you could literally use this as your final dissertation in a master's program, what the fuck."
NOW??? NOW?? you'd think I'd be oh so skilled. but alas. i can barely piece together two ideas. adhd skill-regression is so so real. im SOBBING