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I had noticed these strange little occurrences all my life. A bird would fly past my window and it'd sorta look like it was half there, half not. I'd glance up at a clock and for a moment, the second hand would be in two places at once. Never really thought much about it. I thought it was just normal. Someone told me once about the clock hand illusion where you flick your eyes and it looks like time stops for a half second or so, I figured it was something weird like that.
But one day, I think it was August 2021, I flipped a coin. Thinking back, I think it might have been the first time in my life I'd ever flipped a coin. But we were deciding where to eat, me and my friends.
And then it happened. The coin landed on the table, heads... and also on the floor, tails. I tracked the coin with my eyes, but suddenly realized I was looking at two things at the same time. It was like crossing your eyes, and seeing things kinda overlaid on top of eachother, kinda mixing and fading in and out, but with four eyes instead of two.
It was such a weird experience. At first I just stood there kinda motionless, trying to figure out what was going on. Then my friend bent down and picked up the coin off the floor, and said "Hah! Tails! Pizza!" and also she just stood there and said "Damnit. Heads. Guess we're gonna get burgers after all."
And I looked down at her and up at her at the same time.
That's really when the desynch started. I reached for the coin on the table and held a fuzzy, half-there, transparent coin in my hand.
I began to feel kinda sick. We got in the car and things got more and more confusing. Thank goodness I wasn't driving that day. My friends were having two increasingly different conversations and I just sat there kinda dissociating. By the time we got to the two different restaurants I was nauseated and I had a bad headache. I stayed in the car in the parking lot at the pizza place for a few minutes until the other car going to the burger place parked. One of my friends was worried and stayed with me, so that was nice. But when I tried getting out of the car, everything went wrong.
One of my bodies walked right into another car and fell down on the ground, while the other stopped and froze in place. The completely different sense of proprioception completely broke me.
I was basically bedridden for a week. Slowly I relearned how to move, and walk, and talk. I had two bodies, in two timelines, connected by a single consciousness. My brain(s?) had to learn how to control two bodies at the same time.
It's like, pretty weird, but I'm used to it these days. My two sets of eyes no longer overlay on top of one another, they're kinda separate. It's hard to describe. I think my brain got better at multitasking too, I can walk in one timeline and draw in the other, for example.
Things kept getting more and more different, as much as I tried to enforce keeping things the same. Finally I started seeing my therapist again.
I had to convince her that what I was experiencing was real. So I asked her to think of her favorite food and her favorite color. Then in the "Burger" timeline I asked her to tell me her favorite food, and in the "Pizza" timelines I asked her to tell me her favorite color. And I told her her favorite color in the burger timeline and her favorite food in the pizza timeline (Spaghetti and Red, btw.)
She quizzed me on a few other things and sometimes her answers differed between the two timelines which was pretty frustrating, and I don't think she really believed me at first, but she was nice enough to play along at least. And like, not have me committed.
I ended up scheduling my therapy so that I have meetings on pizza tuesday and burger friday, so they're kinda spaced out more evenly. It also just makes the meetings a little less confusing. Ironically doing the same thing in both timelines is actually more distracting than doing different things.
In late 2022 I transitioned. I decided to come out in the burger timeline and stay in the closet in the pizza timeline, so if everything fell apart I'd still have one normal timeline. And like, my parents did not support me. Most of my friends did, but some of them drifted away. And I found that just made me resentful of my parents and those friends in the pizza timeline. And the dysphoria of being a guy in the pizza timeline while living as a woman in the burger timeline was killing me. So when I got on HRT in early 2023 I decided I couldn't take it anymore, I had to transition in both timelines. So I did. Ironically things went a little smoother in the pizza timeline, probably because I was already more confident about presenting female.
I ended up making some transfem friends in the burger timeline, and I sought them out in the pizza timeline too.
It's kind of a mixed bag, this phenomenon. You know like, pain is a lot worse. One week I had a bad tummy ache in the pizza timeline and a bad toothache in the burger timeline. Or like, if I have back pain in one timeline, not having back pain in the other timeline doesn't relieve the feeling at all.
It's such a cool thing, like. When I first started out I had all these conflicting signals in my limbs and body and stuff. But now it's just like. Yeah I have a pizza arm and a burger arm, just like I have a left arm and a right arm. They're the same, but different.
When I make a drawing in one timeline, I don't have access to it in the other timeline, which is really annoying because I keep wanting to show people art I made in the other timeline. One day I'll figure out some kind of interdimensional data transfer protocol. I mean I guess I could like, convert the file into hexadecimal text, and then manually type it out and hope I don't make any mistakes. I'd have to compress the hell out of the file though. Maybe I'll try that one of these days when I don't have anything to do in either timeline.
But I get to spend more time with my friends, because I can schedule hanging out on different days of the same week. Does get kinda confusing when I confuse things that happened in one timeline for another.
Because like, ever since that coin flip, the timelines have been steadily moving further apart. You'd be surprised how little the weather has changed. Like, sometimes there's a little rain shower in one timeline a few minutes earlier than in the other, but all the big storms and hurricanes and stuff are basically the same. I guess it's harder to influence these continent-scale systems than the butterfly effect predicts.
I get to see almost twice as much meteors during meteor showers because I can look in two directions at once. Meteors hit the atmosphere in exactly the same way at exactly the same time.
But it does affect a lot of other little things. Even when you don't realize it, you affect the lives of everyone you come into contact with in little ways, and that spreads. I know people with different jobs in each timeline, people who have different relationships. Even people I don't know that well.
I wasn't quick enough in the pizza timeline to keep my friend from. Well. To save my friend's life. But I rushed over to her house in the burger timeline and talked her down. It's so weird, grieving a person you still talk to every week. Because it ended up being this kind of abstract pain. Everyone else is missing her and you're standing there like. Yeah. I have plans to see a movie with her on burger tuesday. I went to her funeral just to make sure that I saw the dead body so I could really internalize that she was gone. And I still didn't cry. It made me feel like a terrible person.
My friends never really take me all that seriously when I talk about being split like this. They kinda play along but I can tell they think it's a joke. It's whatever. But my friend's girlfriend came into my DMs one night sobbing and cry-typing and begging me to let her talk to her gf one last time. I wasn't sure it was a good idea. But I relented, and made plans to have a sort of interdimensional seance.
I could tell my friend--we'll call her Elsie, and we'll call her girlfriend Robin. I could tell Elsie was pretty awkward about it. I think she felt guilty on behalf of her other, dead self. Robin kept saying stuff like "how could you kill yourself, how could you do this to me," and I would have to say that, and Elsie was just like "I'm sorry." And it was really hard to get Robin to understand that we weren't talking to Elsie's dead spirit, we were talking to her in another timeline. I told her she didn't have to apologize, and I told Robin that guilt tripping the dead was kind of rude.
After that things went a little more smoothly, Robin asked about how Elsie's life had gone, how their relationship had progressed you know like if they were still together, things like that. Elsie said some stuff that I wouldn't have known, and Robin was like. Wow you really are talking to Elsie aren't you?
And I was just like :| yep.
Ever since then my friends keep trying to get my help with stuff. Like they'll ask me what their other self is doing, like, ok, for instance, my friend, we'll call her Jane, she wanted to ask out her crush, and she was like ok. Can you ask the burger version of my crush if she likes me back. Which kinda throws the burger version of her under the bus doesn't it!
And another of my friends wanted to know if she'd regret quitting her job, so she told me to ask the other her to quit her job, and then if it went well she'd do the same. I did ask, and she said no, obviously.
The kinda scary thing is, every once in a while I'll see some of those artifacts that I used to see, like, little tiny desynchs within each timeline. I only recently got used to being in two timelines at the same time, I don't think I can handle being in three or four. My brain's already better at handling the desynch, like, one time I managed to move my finger in two directions at once all in the pizza timeline. But I'm really scared of the desynch multiplying over time. Maybe it's inevitable, but my main strategy is just to not flip any coins for the rest of my life.
im sorry but it still is kinda baffling and pisses me off when Poster leftists still feel the need to like. maximize edginess by taking an actively more bloodthirsty and genocidal position than the resistance movements they are nominally siding with
A long time ago, a man who went by the name of “Zekromax” wrote the Essentials of Molochian Anthropology. This man was repulsive and evil, and one day, I, a young entomologist, went to his house and killed him.
When I was a child, I spent hours reading this book over and over again, to discover its hidden depths. I was fascinated by what seemed to me like a message from the apocalypse, a conspiracy of the powerful to suppress the weak.
It was at this time that I first conceived of the phrase “Defuse the Bomb.” I was so excited to do this that I did not even go to bed that night.
This exuberant youth was replaced by a more mature being, a man. He lived in the house where the attack on Zekromax had occurred. This man had friends, and when he was not reading the book, he would go out and play with them.
One day, this man went to the doctor. He showed the doctor the writings he had been writing, the writings that he had been creating. Then he pointed to a page, and said: “Look at this. The bomb has been defused.”
i dont think most true warriors strive for peace. i think most true warriors are not great people tbh

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Mommy needs to be honest kitten. You're not a kitten, you're a puppy, I know. Actually, that's exactly what I wanted to talk to you about. You've let this whole puppygirl thing completely take over our sex life and to be honest it's not really clear to me that you really enjoy it anymore. You really seem stuck in a short-term hedonic spiral from posting about it on tumblr and getting likes. And I know it's hard to get out of that kind of thing but it's really been getting out of control. You said "we're trying for puppies" to my best friend of 15 years. Seriously? How the fuck am I supposed to live that down? No one was laughing. The room was dead silent and I wanted to sink into the floor. And this was days after I was crying my eyes out over the infertility stuff. So you came across as kind of an asshole on top of it. Yeah, I know you didn't mean it like that but you can only point to "bourgeois morality" so many times before it starts to feel like you're just saying "I'm sorry you got offended" you know? Like every time I try to express that some basic social decorum is necessary to preserve relationships I care about you start misquoting Bakunin. And like look you have a lot of positive qualities but I don't think this is working anymore. We both know it hasn't been good for a long time.
this is clearly a story about particular fictional characters, but it really really feels to me like the humor, especially in a lot of the reception, seems like it derives from treating a Type of Girl as dysfunctional - but it just does not seem to be rooted in anything very real as it does so. i am going to treat this post as extremely didactic for a bit it is certainly possible for someone to indulge too much in a lifestyle kink at the expense of her sex life and life more broadly. and it is certainly possible for someone to not respect her partner's comfort in how she acts in public or around her friends. it is, rather understandable that mommy feels wronged here. but if this post is treated as "about" puppygirls, as in the transfem subculture/scene/meme/whatever we wanna call it... well theres a lot of things that come off as strange to me. the most obvious being that the most immediate core relationship problem here - puppy talking about kink around mommy's friends in ways that make mommy and perhaps her friends uncomfortable - obviously this could be a real sort of problem, but what reason is there to assume it an endemic relationship difficulty of the sort real life puppygirls are likely to face? the "im sorry you got offended" line about being distraught about fertility feels even more just written in (and see below). and something about this relationship itself feels fairly detached. how many puppygirls are dating mommies with close friends where this kind of scenario with them is how it is likely to play out, and mommies who are not themselves kinda into the puppygirl thing? this feels detached in part *because* the puppygirl is something of an insular figure! so the figure of mommy here feels constructed to not vibe with this, but thats an odd sort of relationship to just posit being representative. the bourgeoisie morality thing is interesting. frankly, this feels like just kind of a general "tumblr queer leftist" stereotype slapped on here. and my own nebulous vibe read is its one where the closest real thing does not actually overlap with the puppygirls well, i think the puppygirlish parts of tumblr are, at least in my experience, less likely than the "tumblr mainstream" to be into the whole "subverting social norms for its own sake" kind of thing, and more likely to talk about like, conforming for safety in public (if anything imo they lean too much into the safety as the main justification view here). it does feel like the closest thing to being "about a real phenomenon" here, but it seems like a stretch still in a lot of ways. even the people who do post more like that, i would not typically expect to be in a relationship where this sort of thing comes up in this manner, and the plot device of mommy just feels contrived, if its necessary for the problems to be this bad or play out this way. maybe thats really my core problem. the kink overfocus or not really enjoying it part seems well, kind of an odd thing going on here, to see people post a lot about kink on tumblr, and say kink has taken over their life. based on the vibes of their tumblr presence? this only really makes sense to me if one is taking a *generally* "kink critical" kind of view and i dont think thats where a lot of the audience of this has been coming from. of course its possible i should not be reading this so didactically! and i dont think im saying this very well. but fundamentally this post comes off to me as contrived if there is more to it than a depiction of two characters
Now that you point out it’s weirdness the puppy-girl + misquoting-leftist-theory thing just reminds me of the “ Anarchist Cat-girl” from Contrapoint’s older videos
ehh i think tabby was a bit different as a character in that she was at least as often about ideology rather than personality and personal issues here to my recollection, whether natalie's depiction of her was fair or accurate or not (my recollection is not good tho i wouldn't guess it was particularly fair or accurate). as to your tags that seems largely unrelated honestly, "detached from reality" in kink posts seems less like it is trying to be grounded fiction in the first place!
Mommy needs to be honest kitten. You're not a kitten, you're a puppy, I know. Actually, that's exactly what I wanted to talk to you about. You've let this whole puppygirl thing completely take over our sex life and to be honest it's not really clear to me that you really enjoy it anymore. You really seem stuck in a short-term hedonic spiral from posting about it on tumblr and getting likes. And I know it's hard to get out of that kind of thing but it's really been getting out of control. You said "we're trying for puppies" to my best friend of 15 years. Seriously? How the fuck am I supposed to live that down? No one was laughing. The room was dead silent and I wanted to sink into the floor. And this was days after I was crying my eyes out over the infertility stuff. So you came across as kind of an asshole on top of it. Yeah, I know you didn't mean it like that but you can only point to "bourgeois morality" so many times before it starts to feel like you're just saying "I'm sorry you got offended" you know? Like every time I try to express that some basic social decorum is necessary to preserve relationships I care about you start misquoting Bakunin. And like look you have a lot of positive qualities but I don't think this is working anymore. We both know it hasn't been good for a long time.
this is clearly a story about particular fictional characters, but it really really feels to me like the humor, especially in a lot of the reception, seems like it derives from treating a Type of Girl as dysfunctional - but it just does not seem to be rooted in anything very real as it does so. i am going to treat this post as extremely didactic for a bit it is certainly possible for someone to indulge too much in a lifestyle kink at the expense of her sex life and life more broadly. and it is certainly possible for someone to not respect her partner's comfort in how she acts in public or around her friends. it is, rather understandable that mommy feels wronged here. but if this post is treated as "about" puppygirls, as in the transfem subculture/scene/meme/whatever we wanna call it... well theres a lot of things that come off as strange to me. the most obvious being that the most immediate core relationship problem here - puppy talking about kink around mommy's friends in ways that make mommy and perhaps her friends uncomfortable - obviously this could be a real sort of problem, but what reason is there to assume it an endemic relationship difficulty of the sort real life puppygirls are likely to face? the "im sorry you got offended" line about being distraught about fertility feels even more just written in (and see below). and something about this relationship itself feels fairly detached. how many puppygirls are dating mommies with close friends where this kind of scenario with them is how it is likely to play out, and mommies who are not themselves kinda into the puppygirl thing? this feels detached in part *because* the puppygirl is something of an insular figure! so the figure of mommy here feels constructed to not vibe with this, but thats an odd sort of relationship to just posit being representative. the bourgeoisie morality thing is interesting. frankly, this feels like just kind of a general "tumblr queer leftist" stereotype slapped on here. and my own nebulous vibe read is its one where the closest real thing does not actually overlap with the puppygirls well, i think the puppygirlish parts of tumblr are, at least in my experience, less likely than the "tumblr mainstream" to be into the whole "subverting social norms for its own sake" kind of thing, and more likely to talk about like, conforming for safety in public (if anything imo they lean too much into the safety as the main justification view here). it does feel like the closest thing to being "about a real phenomenon" here, but it seems like a stretch still in a lot of ways. even the people who do post more like that, i would not typically expect to be in a relationship where this sort of thing comes up in this manner, and the plot device of mommy just feels contrived, if its necessary for the problems to be this bad or play out this way. maybe thats really my core problem. the kink overfocus or not really enjoying it part seems well, kind of an odd thing going on here, to see people post a lot about kink on tumblr, and say kink has taken over their life. based on the vibes of their tumblr presence? this only really makes sense to me if one is taking a *generally* "kink critical" kind of view and i dont think thats where a lot of the audience of this has been coming from. of course its possible i should not be reading this so didactically! and i dont think im saying this very well. but fundamentally this post comes off to me as contrived if there is more to it than a depiction of two characters
this is fucking incredible
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i hope the original author sees this thread go by (or y'all are leaving comments on ao3), there is a A LOT of love in the tags and they absolutely deserve it
hey, I'm isaac chotiner I wrote this! I thought a small handful of people might enjoy it and instead it is by some margin the most popular thing I've ever posted on ao3. two key takeaways: 1) the people crave affectionate fidelity to the new yorker style guide, and 2) yuletide rules
Matt Levine linked to my fic in Money Stuff and described it as "Isaac Chotiner/Shirley Jackson fan fiction," I feel like I'm on drugs and/or hallucinating
What could possibly go wrong? -_-
"project 2029" and it's basically "if we win, we will adopt the same authoritarian policies the republicans want and pushed for"
it kinda sucks that people will write you off as trading in empty platitudes because you don't know how to express things in more words

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idk if anything has been written about this but I do wonder if the US having a more aggressive nuclear war protocol than the USSR had nonzero to do with the former being mostly christians
it's not just that the way the right-wing (and the reformist-left/liberal nexus chasing them rightward) talk about refugees is abhorrent now -- though it is, and has a bodycount of drowned children that will keep rising, and is the leading edge of a police state that would make the stasi envious -- but also if you have any notion of the future in which the climate catastrophe renders huge swathes of the planet uninhabitable then this direction of travel obviously has a Hitlerite destination
here is an uh, warning, based on experiences i have had in the past with multiple versions of this if you have intrusive thoughts and OCD, taking psychadelics runs a risk of making these much worse, potentially in the medium-long term. the reason being here that the salience-amplification and plasticty and thoughts-unbound-from-self can be not great things to be running while having these badly now, in my understanding, psychedelics are sometimes noted as benefiting, rather than making worse, OCD. i can buy that, it might be YMMV. but speculatively, maybe a distinction is: if the fears here are more "internal" rather than "external", that is, less that you are afraid you will suddenly do something sudden and concrete and more that say, you are afraid of adopting certain worldviews, believing certain things, or having certain like orders of priorities in life or caring about some things more or less, then that might be more reason for psychadelics to harm rather than help: because the plasticity and salience boosting seems like its actually directly having the feared outcome, and honestly to some extent might even actually move things in the direction of it for real (by attaching negative feelings to something, by salience not being fully isolated from subconscious belief or feeling, etc.). which is uh, worrying
ideologically i am pretty pro-psychadelics, i dont think psychadelics are bad, but i have never seen anyone really describe... how bad this can get and i felt i should write something
it is kind of crazy that american leftists spend so much time convincing themselves they live in like a developing country
We literally have legalized slavery and shit like the highest mortality rate from preventable diseases compared to any other developed western nation….
With all due love please take a look at a map of infant mortality:
And notice the extreme differences between the US and Sub-Saharan Africa
i absolutely agree with the point being made here but surely this is a bad map or comparison to do it? going just off of this presentation of this statistic, the US looks here more like it compares to something straddling the line between the less developed end of developed and more developed end of developing - developing is an ambiguous term but does not always mean the poorest

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South Asia is witnessing scorching heat waves, with temperatures in Bangladesh, Pakistan, and India regularly surpassing 110 degrees Fahrenh
From the article:
In South Asia, heat weaves already claim more than 200,000 lives annually. According to a recent study, as temperature rises, the death toll might exceed 400,000 by 2045. India is at high risk.
The study further reveals that over 200,000 deaths are currently attributed to severe temperatures, and this figure may nearly quadruple over the next twenty years.
With deaths increasing and governments lacking strategies to protect laborers from dying, vulnerable workers across South Asia are demanding their governments provide heat wave protections.
Ashok Kumar, forty-two, a migrant worker from India’s Bihar state, has been running a barber shop on a footpath with no roof in India’s national capital, New Delhi, where temperatures exceed to 46 degrees Celsius (114.8 degrees Fahrenheit). With no shaded resting area, Kumar spends nine hours a day in a scorching heat to support his family.
“Where shall I go? I have to feed my family. The government cannot install air conditioning at the roadside for us. We are dying under the blazing sun. We have no options. If we stop work, our families will die hungry,” Kumar told me. [...]
While knowing risk factors, many migrant laborers are unable to do much more than cover their heads with wet towels.
“We saw how the laborer Paswan collapsed and died in India’s Nuh grain market. I can’t forget. I am working in the same market and at the same temperature. Covering my head with a wet towel gives relief. But no guarantee of life,” says Narayan Kumar, forty, a migrant worker.