Butterflies & Lesbianism

been stewing on an analytical approach to fiction which I call "is this book afraid of me?" and in order to answer this question you determine how hard the book is trying to make sure you don't come after the writer on twitter

Please keep making art. Please make it for yourself. Please don’t let everything become even more of the same flat general appeal nonsense that doesn’t seem to have anything to say

for me, the best way to explain the experience of having special interests is that they’re magnetic. i can be thinking about any topic, having any conversation, doing any task, and then my train of thought can get pulled back to the special interest. i can do special interest activities forever, it’s my default way to spend my time, and it can be hard to pull myself away from it even when i need to. it’s good, its a comforting thing for me, but it can make it harder to interact with anything that’s not it.

personally I'm annoyed by the socioeconomic conditions that made words like "unalive" necessary but simultaneously impressed by the linguistic adaptations young people have made to continue talking about important things while subject to those conditions and I think if you can't hold both of those thoughts in your head you might just be old man yelling at cloud

Two of my niblings (10 and 7) self-censor like this in real life during actual conversations. I tried briefly to explain to the 10-year-old that they didn't have to do that in real life after they said "unalive" out loud in casual conversation, and they just said they preferred to. On the one hand, I'm sad to see them unconsciously and fully without awareness succumbing to the panopticon. On the other... this post.

die has actually already undergone this process. die originally meant "flow" (i guess it's like you're flowing out of life or something? or maybe your life is flowing out of you idk). it was (probably) loaned from old norse to displace the now obsolete "swelt". and yes, that is the root word of "sweltering"

I love solarpunk fantasies and art as much as the next system but... Sometimes it feels like everything is figured out except for how disabled people fit into this. Y'know? There's a lot about reusable energy and restructuring cities and gardening and yadda yadda and it's like. At some point you gotta ask what the system will do for people who can't take care of plants, or people with allergies, just for instance. I would love for there to be more flowers and trees and bushes and everything else but. Buddy. The fucking hay fever. At least plan out some antihistamine distribution.