More of a Menshevik Day By Day

this blog is unironically pro-horny. if you’re not horny then fuck you.

Issuing a clarification: This post is about having an active multi-partner sex life, not about doing jailbait lesbian incest roleplay on Tumblr.

it used to be that “fascism is aesthetics as politics” was the sort of thing that took several steps to demonstrate, but now everyone in roman-column twitter says “my ideal world is this AI generated picture of a centurion driving a spaceship” and you don’t even have to draw any connections to anything they just say it out loud.

God will see you at the lowest point of your life, and say "what the fuck I thought I killed that thing." But you skitter too fast and you are too creepy.

the hajj is so much less of an achievement than it was before the invention of motorized transportation. its nothing now, who cares. they need to put the kaaba on the moon.

"there are no bad adaptations of Homer" says the benign scholar who wants more classics funding, but nonetheless I'm sure I could do it. give me a couple hundred mil and I'll change his mind

two and a half hours of a seven foot tall man on a traditional theater stage, naked but for a helmet, rippling with muscles, fucking a wooden horse in silence while someone plays a kazoo. the backdrop is white fabric with THEMES AND SUCH painted in massive red letters. the perspective of the camera never changes and it's one continuous shot. at the end we get a one-second shot of the audience members clapping and the audience consists of every single other character from the Odyssey & the Iliad; they are not in costume, but they are all wearing signs with the characters' names on them.

our age of blogs is collapsing

So crazy how you have the worst day of your life but then the next day the sun keeps shining and the air’s just a little cooler w the onset of fall and you realize that there’s nothing you can’t come back from because the only time it will ever be too late is when we’re dead and not ever before

I vividly remember talking to one of my favorite professors about how I’m scared things will fall apart after graduation and how I’m so unused to change and her just going “if things fall apart then they do and u just pick up the pieces and start over again and it’s fine. Things falling apart is not this mammoth fear u should be worried about” and I remember these words every time I want to pursue or seize something bc literally the worst thing that can happen is it doesn’t work out ….. and then I just pick up the pieces and start all over again