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Star Trek grandma
Betcha Grandma was writing original k/s slashfic decades before you kiddies were born.
Yes @ceruleanteacup , Grandma was

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“Trauma permanently changes us. This is the frightening truth about betrayal. You never really get over it. At best, you grieve and make some kind of peace with it. But a major life disruption leaves a new normal behind. There’s no going back to who you were before.”
— Catherine Woodiwiss
Trauma oversimplifies the self….because of the suffering entailed, leaving people with an aversion to their own complexity.
Adam Phillips, Futures
“….There is a fundamental reason why we look at the sky with wonder and longing — for the same reason that we stand, hour after hour, gazing at the distant swell of the open ocean. There is something like an ancient wisdom, encoded and tucked away in our DNA, that knows its point of origin as surely as a salmon knows its creek. Intellectually, we may not want to return there, but the genes know, and long for their origins—their home in the salty depths. But if the seas are our immediate source, the penultimate source is certainly the heavens… The spectacular truth is—and this is something that your DNA has known all along—the very atoms of your body—the iron, calcium, phosphorus, carbon, nitrogen, oxygen, and on and on—were initially forged in long-dead stars. This is why, when you stand outside under a moonless, country sky, you feel some ineffable tugging at your innards. We are star stuff. Keep looking up.”
— Jerry Waxman (via rosee-viibes)

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When I was Mormon, the ages for missions were 19 for men and 21 for women.
Before my faith.exe program suddenly crashed, I was doing everything I could think of to keep it running. I knew the church had to be true, and I knew it wasn’t working for me, so I knew there had to be something I needed to change so I could make it work, because it had to work.
When I was 19 my faith finally shut off. Without my permission seemingly all at once I didn’t believe any more. And I couldn’t believe again if I wanted to. Some part of my brain working on the problem without me finally saw the magic trick and it didn’t matter what I wanted to believe anymore, because I couldn’t undo what I knew. And what I knew was that actually it didn’t make any sense and it couldn’t be made to make sense.
A few years later, the church changed mission ages from 19 and 21 to 18 and 19.
And I was like, oh no. Because I am absolutely positive if that had been the case when I was that age, while I was in a furor trying to make the the church work for me, I would’ve absolutely signed up for a mission. In an attempt to get closer to god, to the truth, to inner peace, I would’ve tacked all my hopes in this mission to bring me absolute faith. There’s no way I wouldn’t have jumped at the opportunity.
I don’t know what would’ve happened in that timeline. Maybe I would’ve gotten my endowment and immediately been like “actually, I can’t.” Maybe I would’ve made it to the MTC, but given up before the mission proper. Or maybe I would’ve gone on the mission, married a Mormon man, had Mormon babies, and perpetuated the cycle. I don’t know.
But I do know, whether it only would’ve extended my loyalty to the church by a few months or by years or by my whole life, I would’ve stayed longer. They would’ve retained me by forcing a commitment out of me when I was just barely out of high school.
Now imagine if all that social pressure was also funded by taxpayers and proudly displayed on mainstream tv and film.
I keep seeing people try to dismiss my sympathy and advocacy for veterans by saying “Actually, most recruits aren’t lower class they’re middle class! And actually the greatest predictor of who is recruited is whether their family is also in the military!” As some kind of “gotcha”. And I’m just like.
I mean.
Yeah.
The military is a cult.
Most cults get most of their members by retaining the children of existing members and raising them in the cult. The greatest predictor of whether you will be in a cult is if your parents are.
Stuff about vulnerable populations and poverty only apply to converts. You don’t have to wait for people to be desperate and impressionable if you can get them when they’re kids.
I hadn’t figured out my way out of my cult when I was 18. If I had been expected or encouraged to sign a contract of commitment, I would have. And if breaking that contract was a federal crime? All the more reason not to question it, to protect myself from the repercussions of the answers.
“They’re not victims, they’re just military brats copying their parents” is not the gotcha you think it is.
I can, in fact, still feel sympathy for them, and outrage on their behalf.
The military industrial complex is a machine of imperialism and colonialism and capitalism. The US military is a global terrorist organization. And like most terrorist organizations, it’s a cult. And I have sympathy for cult survivors.
How is it is supposed to work: your emotions are a response to your situation and surroundings. It is OK to feel the emotion. Now take that emotion and use your logical brain to decide which parts of the emotion fit the facts of the situation and which do not and why, and how you're going to respond to said emotions (which is what tweet said, and what therapists say)
How people seem to interpret it: any emotional reaction is perfectly fine and I am not responsible for what I do out of emotion.
“That’s how you can tell that you’re filling yourself with the wrong things. You use a lot of energy, and in the end, you feel emptier and than ever.”
— Glennon Doyle Melton

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When I die put both my middle fingers up before the rigor sets in.
I am convinced that what passes through the mind very often spills over to the body and vice versa. I try every day to find the balance between these things; I cultivate my inner space.
Anaïs Nin, from “The diary of Anaïs Nin, vol. 3: 1939-1944”
“Roland Barthes says that even if a thing seems to be the same as another thing, treat it as if it were different. This is a behavioral exhortation, make no mistake. In Deleuze’s meditation Difference and Repetition, he too suggests that even a thing that repeats has differences worth noting, worth praying to. He doesn’t say the word pray but I know what he means. I don’t even mean pray when I say the word pray. I mean a different thing, but I use this word. (I’m not spiritual—this is doctrinaire—so PRAY TO WHOM would be my question.) In a not-so-strange fold, or LITERARY PUCKER even, this exemplifies my current point: a word seems to be the same but is in possession of differences worth noting, worth jacking off to, in other words. Super-sexy differences.”
— Harry Dodge, My Meteorite: Or, Without the Random There Can Be No New Thing

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Doubt is my revenge for all the lies and truths that life has given me.
I don’t think I’ve been this excited since I was a little kid. And then I don’t even know about what.
2 years 💚💙💜