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hi im bowie im 29 and i love orphans. they/them.
i blog about romance novels, framing devices, death, cycles, identity, and zines+book arts. this is my ao3. this is my lbxd.
i come as a matched set with @obeetlebeetle.
play nice and stay silly

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You gotta be really publicly passionate about things if you want your friends to text you. Bc people will forget to text you because they’re human. But if you’re really openly the friend who loves identifying ants your friends will think of you when they see ants. And they’ll text you “what ant is this [blurry photo]”. And then they’ll ask you how you’ve been and we should get coffee sometime. But if they don’t know what you love they’ll never know what you like
And then when the ant convention is in town they’ll be like dude… we should go to the ant convention. But they would never think to go if they didn’t know u loved ants
And sometimes you need to ask them to go to the ant convention. But you Will not get anywhere hiding your passions

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I found this on the public printer yesterday and now it's part of our decor and I'm kind of obsessed
reading games rn and i remember you saying you didn’t exactly love it but i am really struggling to take the first 30ish pages seriously. does it get better?
HAHAHA sorry anon but it stays exactly the same book the whole time. i also felt this way, "taking it seriously" is exactly how id put it... i think eventually i accepted that it was in character for lili to narrate how she does (the excessive focus on sensory detail and the rollercoaster of her emotions felt extremely accurate to being 23, imo). but yeah thats how she is. its a long book, id maybe give it more of a chance than 30 pages (i think the romance especially picks up once they start having Real Conversation), but it isnt one id mark as superior quality in the first place. im more excited for whatever she writes next.
new metric for whether or not i find the supposed closeness of a fictional relationship convincing: do i think they know each other's starbucks orders
ok i got curious bc of everetts tags and looked up that hand gesture angel is making in the read poster; it seems to be all of these: a) something students are taught in business school to do with your hands so you dont look awkward (angela merkl uses it for this too apparently?) b) a sanskrit murda for power/joy/happiness c) a manosphere/andrew tate adopted hand gesture that he made while getting arrested and that is now a meme among children d) very close to the ASL/BSL for pussy. what the hell david lol
Make believe. What a wonderful phrase for the active commitment we make to fiction. It's most commonly used to describe the way kids play. A kind of wholehearted pretending in which a new world is simply spoken into existence: "Let's play house. I'll be the mom and you be the dad and Jeff is our dog. The table is our house and that rug is our giant swimming pool. We run a hot dog stand. These forks are hot dogs." And just like that, it's true. Identities change. Objects transform. The room rearranges. Reality is altered simply because everyone agrees to make themselves believe it is so.
Fiction is a kind of game, and reading is a way of playing. Each story comes with its own set of rules. Some of those rules are inherited from genre or the novelistic tradition. Others are local to the story. "In this story, animals can talk but no one can do magic." "In this story, people do magic but animals can't talk." "In this story, aliens live undetected among us." "In this story, the French Revolution never happened." "In this story, everything that happens is something that could happen in the real world, but you have access to the main character's thoughts." "This story is told in unattributed dialogue - the whole thing is people talking, and to understand what's going on, you have to figure out who's saying what." The reader must learn the rules and agree to them in order to play the game.
When we read, we make believe. We aren't duped or ensorcelled. Deep down we decide. We make ourselves believe. We know the characters in stories aren't real, but our feelings for them are. We know the things in the stories never happened, but we can't wait to learn what happens next. It's make-believe when adults take a photo in front of 221B Baker Street, the London address of Sherlock Holmes, which is marked by a plaque, installed in 1990, between 237 and 241. These people don't care that Sherlock Holmes is a fake detective or that (and I've double-checked my math on this) 221 is not a number between 237 and 241. They're making believe. So are the people who travel to Dublin on June 16 to follow the path through the city that Leopold Bloom takes in Ulysses. So is the reader who says, about the characters in a favorite series, "I feel like these people are my friends," or the one who finishes a long novel and keeps saying sadly, "I'm just going to miss living in that world."
So when adults read, we make believe too. It's just that kids are much better at it. For one thing, they're more adept at learning new rules - and not just because it's the way they play. It's the way kids live. When you're a child, every room you enter and every encounter you have is governed by a new and unspoken system of protocols that you must quickly divine. Mess up, and the results are disastrous: a tongue-lashing from Mom, or no dessert, or a week with-out video games. Dinner at home runs on one set of rules, dinner at a restaurant runs on another, and dinner at home with your mom's new boyfriend runs on a different set altogether. You'll be telling a story that would be perfectly fine to tell in the first two circumstances when you notice that your mother is glaring at you, horrified and furious: "We don't tell that story in front of Kevin!" And in that moment you learn how to have dinner with Kevin - and a little bit about your mom and that story too. That's what literary fiction is: It's dinner with Kevin.
Children are perceptive, flexible, and open-minded. They have to be. Childhood is a long series of experiments - testing out hypotheses and making adjustments. It seems only right that so much of the best children's literature is experimental too.
- from Make Believe by Mac Barnett, a set of three critical essays on children's literature.

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It's only right that adults think deeply about children's literature. After all, we control the production, reception, and consumption of the books kids read. Take it from me: Children are terrible customers. They have no real income. What savings they manage to scrape together usually fit in a piggy bank, and they can't really pop down to the bookshop - children traversing town alone is generally discouraged. Many of my readers cannot, technically, read. (Children's books are often read to children, not by them.) Enter the adults. Children's books are written by adults. They are edited and designed and published by adults. Adults write reviews of children's books, and those reviews are read by adults. Adults decide which children's books get shelved in bookstores and libraries. At school, adults select children's books for story time or assign them to children to read. At home, adults sometimes hide their children's favorite books because, for the love of god, they just cannot take reading them one more time. A children's book passes through many adults' hands before it ever reaches a kid's, if the kid is even allowed to touch it, because that book was really expensive, and what if the kid got pudding on it or something?
- from the introduction to Mac Barnett's Make Believe, which i largely liked as a work of criticism although i disagree with several of his points. a very worthwhile read if you are any of the adults described in the quote above, ie any adult who interacts with children's literature or children. its three short essays and hes a great writer. its not exactly child liberation focused, but i think he does have a good grasp on how important a child is as their own person.
Boys Gone Wild! Forget Will & Grace: Gay men are in lust with Johnny Knoxville and the skater punks of Jackass by Carl Swanson (2002)
this is from an essay margaret wise brown wrote while in the graduate program at bank street school, called "writing for five-year-olds." the whole thing, plus comments from her professor, is available to read here. i love this piece very much and i find her insight into the worlds of children invaluable and delightful. she takes cues from stories told to her by children in order to understand what is important to them and how to tell stories they will enjoy. timeless and vital, and of course her own rhythm in writing is so fun and inventive.
quarterly ali updates and intention setting. first off this whole month is three year aliversary 🎉🎉 the specific date i read lovehypothesis for the first time is the 24th i think but i had already dabbled in lotb and the novellas before that... my beautiful descent into madness. we are a month and a half out from lovehypothesis movie #scary #fear but im hoping i get a full trailer soon as an aliversary present. i havent listened to unbound yet (came out last month) but i might just wait till my print copy comes in September. we are not getting an october release because we were bad. feb remains to be seen. deepend at netflix is moving forward + has a writer attached... im hoping we will get lovetheoretically news after tlh premiere. i want to finish GUTARN pt2 soon, its like halfway there. i have a couple deepend posts i want to make about TPE, erotics of safewords, and third act resolutions. there's no non-ali romances on my horizon (except role model i guess) but i do want to read the bonds of love by jessica benjamin (recd by ej) and this book i was just reblogging from reid and i have a couple more random pdfs hanging around. i need to make time generally to actually work on my fannonfiction writing and reading. oy not enough hours in the day
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basically tpe forever & if ppl see it & think the one person gets everything in this & the other gets nothing they dont understand tpe at all
Imagine a related but different scene in which two adults agree to enact a play-rape scenario. The person in Lumi’s position, the “bottom,” appears to be powerless since she hands over to the other the power to determine the stopping point. As the authorized arbiter of limits, the person in Imani’s position, the “top,” may be seen as the person with power as she is the one who “calls the shots.” Obviously, a sexual scene of this sort derives its frisson and erotic charge precisely from this top-bottom power differential, that is, from its asymmetry. Inversely, one might see the bottom as being in control, since she, after all, is the one who decides when things stop and what goes or does not. The top, in this reasoning, is merely executing orders, “servicing” the bottom. But, for several reasons, we would not be correct to view this encounter as one in which power is totally split—with one person having it and the other person not. The idea that the top is ultimately in control naïvely overlooks the top’s vulnerability: in consenting to act as the top, she has engaged the bottom’s invitation for her to move past her own limits. The fact that she may also be pleasured by the experience does not diminish the fact that, in overcoming her internal resistances—that is, in bending her will—the top has to assume some responsibility if something were to go wrong. The top, therefore, makes herself passible to the bottom and to the bottom’s desire, which means that she is not the sovereign in the dyad. Nor is she sovereign in herself since, in accepting the vulnerability of bending her will, she permits the calling up of things in herself that she cannot predict ahead of time. To enact the rape play, she will have to engage with the rousing of her sadism to let it flow, while also keeping some relative check on it. At the same time, the popular opinion that because the bottom conceives of and directs the play she is ultimately the one in control is not correct either. While it is true that the top’s authority is granted—and can be revoked—by the bottom, the bottom also assumes the risk of being exposed to something going awry, which is also what makes the erotic engagement “hot.” In other words, limit consent gives us an understanding of consent in which power is not dichotomously apportioned—as in, one has it and the other does not —but elaborates a vision of consent in which power, vulnerability, and responsibility are more complexly distributed, not only between the participants but also in the texture of their encounter. Dichotomous power is in the purview of affirmative or informed consent.
thank youuu avgi saketopoulou
The affirmative consent model, however, is insufficiently nuanced: it problematically imagines desire to be autonomous, unconstrained, and possible to separate from social inequalities that, in fact, condition who gets to withhold consent and who does not. Premised on and trafficking in appetites and erotic acts that are intelligible and socially palatable, it “often buttresses normative sexualities and sexual hierarchies” (Cruz, 2016, p. 46). From a psychoanalytic perspective, then, affirmative consent is revealed to be but a ruse: the discourse on affirmative consent presumes individuals with distinct centers of subjectivity who inform, negotiate, and reach agreements to minimize misunderstandings and manage expectations (Haag, 1999), which overlooks that we cannot know, except after the fact, what we will enjoy or not and how or what will pain or traumatize versus growthfully challenge us. So while violations of our boundaries and a disrespect of our limits absolutely deserve our attention, affirmative consent is illusory and thus not a useful concept.
avgi saketopoulou, sexuality beyond consent: risk, race, traumatophilia