AAAtism hey guys i actually gave my blog a TitleTM

official cephalopod post

all someone's gotta do now is make a nsfw tomodachi life styled game and they'll make 9 billion dollars

the princess demands a kissie. AND ALSO. a hug. AND. 5 hours of cuddling !

I think it’s difficult for someone who wasn’t raised Christian in a majority Christian area to understand how much Christians hate other varieties of Christians. Maybe you have an inkling of the centuries of bloodshed and discourse that has occurred between Catholics and Protestants but after that, different flavors of Protestantism hateeeeee each other. There are sects that are way more adversarial towards other interpretations of the faith (FUCK evangelicals) and others that are chill about it but one of the greatest enemies in the mind of a Christian is another Christian that doesn’t hate the things their own pastor told them to hate. Because you’re making a mockery of God if you don’t think exactly like they do, obviously, and you should know better because you have the audacity to call yourself a Christian.

y’know with the truly inescapable, crushing state of historical misogyny it seems insane to me that heterosexual romantic love was ever, like, possible. but then you read something like that part of song of songs that says “i am my beloved and my beloved is mine” and you think huh so people must have been carving out reciprocity and love for themselves somehow. and it’s just… idk. something very interesting to me about that

there’s so many variations on the question “is it possible to feel something real/true/beautiful in a horrific place like this?” and whenever the answer is yes there are always caveats and i am soooo interested in those caveats… an the answer is so often yes. we often think about love tainted by hardship and the tragedy of that but sometimes isn’t it amazing that the love existed at all? idk idk something about how even with the sacrifices made along the way, people manage to force beauty and meaning into places that are utterly devoid of it in ways that go so far beyond reason even in little ways. and sometimes i think about the omelas child who is supposedly impossible to comfort and i think of orwell’s world in 1984 where truth can’t survive and it just doesn’t seem possible when you consider the breadth of human history. not on a large scale. not forever. whenever somebody says this desolation is impenetrable i look back in time and think but that’s never been true. i don’t believe you. i just don’t believe you.

our idiotic ancestors used to believe stuff that's not true but luckily we've now figured out all the true things to believe in

"oh food now has so much added to it, past food was so pure and untainted" victorians used to cut bread with chalk and aluminum powder. romans put lead in the wine, which was made from dirty feet mushing unwashed grapes covered in horse shit and road dust. i think our species will survive a few additives in food. our food systems have never been cleaner and safer. it has room for improvement, but we're not putting fucking plaster of paris in the milk

i know this is kinda bad and evil of me and i'm meant to be really nice to other autistic people with "different" ~needs and abilities~ (read: low support/level 1/"high functioning" lol) but i saw a post about only being reminded that autism is a Disability and not a Different Neurotype™️ because of the stress and like. well yes sure the stress is a huge part of it and i know you are disabled by it. but my g-d. we are not the same. we are in different worlds. i was overcome with this stupid irrational anger like "THAT'S what reminded you it's a disability!? nothing else??" because level 1s ALWAYSSSS forget about us High Support folks us l2-3 autists with big ugly problems. i can't bathe myself or do most daily living tasks by myself. i'm incontinent. i have a problem where drinks dribble out of my mouth sometimes and it causes drooling too cause my facial muscles are poorly developed. my sensory issues are extreme. i have huge horrible violent screaming meltdowns. i have a speech impediment and if im stressed at all i can't talk . you people live in another fucking world

i think i get really upset about this stuff because it feels like such a clear way of showing the difference between autistic ppl with lower support needs and autistic ppl with higher support needs & the very different ways we struggle. it shows to me how little lower support needs people think of higher support needs people & how different our lives look. you don't know how it feels for professionals & family alike to treat you as either childish or dangerous or both, inherently untrustworthy, uncooperative, and incapable of making decisions about your own health. you don't know how it feels for your body & muscles & motor skills to be so poorly developed. and i'm happy for you, it's all really hard, and i know you DO struggle in your own ways. but it's so frustrating. it's frustrating for people who have the same developmental disability as you, only a little different, in a way that disables them just a little less, and it becomes hard to feel any community when you know they aren't thinking about you at all.

"AMAB" i mean so what. i was jaundiced at birth too but nobody seems to want to assign social significance to that. they should though. they should assert that i will always have a jaundiced soul no matter how much urine i process. and mock me for my weak faggot kidneys #myweakfaggotkidneys