Last week, I decided to just say āfuck anxietyā and start writing my novel again. It's already been published, but right now, it exists as a short story.
I want a novel. 1,000 words or more, my story fully told and not sidelined by goddamn anxiety.
So I wrote. I wrote more onto the beginning and I'm quite pleased with it. It doesn't jump right into the action of the story but does tell more about the darkness within the main character.
One of my major literary influences is Thomas Pynchon, especially his usage of paranoia and unexplained groups in his works. I'm specifically thinking of the muted posthorn in āThe Crying of Lot 49ā. The posthorn comes to symbolize an anarchic group called W.A.S.T.E which is an underground postal service.
Or it could symbolize The Trystero (sometimes spelled Tristero), a shadowy group of mail carriers bent on overthrowing the US Postal Service.
I thought, āNeat! I have the μ in my story; Pynchon influence!ā
I want the μ (mu) to be more integrated into the story. Itās supposed to represent the main characterās spiraling paranoia, him believing a dark, secret group is after him. Watching him through the tv frequencies. Or following him.
He escapes into holographic fantasies where he murders holographic women (it has a deeper meaning, I swear). Kind of like the show Westworld but published 4 years before Westworld premiered.
So my novel is a combination of Thomas Pynchon, William Gibson, Lisa Joy, and Johnathan Nolan. Except not.
I'd like to think it's just me.
Every story has already been told. There's nothing new under the sun. The purpose of telling a story, or doing art in general, is the execution. How you tell the story, how you spin the pot. How you paint a masterpiece.
So back to writing. I hope I can create some good.
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The exceedingly rich are no longer human. They are shit leaders, shit humans, they are not smart, and they are sociopaths, only caring about how things affect them and not giving a fuck about the lives they ruin in the pursuit of profit.
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Let Kindness Win (even though I get a bit angry) let Capitalism Die.š¹
EDIT: God, I hate Tumblrās character spacing and font management. Iāll send someone a nice, round orange if they can teach me how to manage composition easily on this platform.
I like to think of myself as a Near Future author like Margaret Atwood or William Gibson, but I just scribbles nonsense. Back in 2004, I wrote my thesis on the rise of Populism, Autocracy, and an emerging president who fancied himself a tinpot dictator in the coming 15 years.
Instead, we got Trump. A buffoon who aspires to all of those things but can only seem to remember 5 words. And then calls a dementia test an IQ test.
The Stanford-Binet developers disgustedly flicked cigarette ash in tepid coffee and became numb. Stupidity became the law of the land.
So, yeah, I might have got something right. Too bad itās taking the destruction of all thatās good in the world to prove my thesis.
I got my Master's in English and Cultural Studies. Itās come in handy this decade. Iāve published two books and my third should be out in October.
Iām asexual. I was finally able to put a term on to what Iāve felt my entire life when I was 39 (I'm 43 now; still asexual). For most of my āsexualā life, I just didnāt care. Iām indifferent to sex. It doesnāt drive me.
Asexuality is simply defined as ānot experiencing sexual attraction.ā Thatās it. There are sex-positive Asexuals who love the pleasure of it, sex-negative Asexuals disgusted by it, and then sex indifferent Asexuals like me who donāt seek it out but, if with someone we care aboutāand if they really want itāwe find pleasure in giving our partner pleasure.
Please donāt confuse Asexuality with Celibacy. Celibacy is a choice. Asexuality is an orientationālike heterosexuality and bisexuality. In fact, Alfred Kinsey (the first scientist to apply the scientific method to sexual behavior) even included Asexuals on the famous Kinsey scale.
The Kinsey Scale was groundbreaking in that it classified human sexuality into 7 levelsā0 being exclusively heterosexual and 6 being exclusively homosexual, with everything else making up the complexity of human sexuality. BUT, whatās even more remarkable is that Kinsey included an X classification meaning āno socio-sexual contacts or reactions.ā
Psychologists today have removed the social stigmas surrounding the absence of sexual activity, defining it as an orientation rather than some reaction to trauma or abuse. In fact, psychologist Justin J. Lehmiller attempted to reinterpret Kinseyās classification, saying:
[T]he Kinsey X classification emphasized a lack of sexual behavior, whereas the modern definition of asexuality emphasizes a lack of sexual attraction. As such, the Kinsey Scale may not be sufficient for accurate classification of asexuality.
Mental health professionals recognize the lack of sexual attraction as not a result of trauma or abuse or a negative experience.
They are classifying it as healthy. As normal (it wasnāt too long ago that the DSM-3 classified homosexuality as a mental illness).
Anyway, my long-winded way of saying Asexuals are NOT broken. Are not the result of trauma. We are NORMAL. Check out all the hard work the Asexual Visibility and Education Network (AVEN) has been doing to dispel the cultural stigmas surrounding someoneās decision to have sex or not have sex.
Enough of that (when did this diverge into a sexuality post?)
I try to write on topics such as my struggle with mental illness, the abuse I faced in a 10-year marriage, my sexuality. Not the usual topics of āHow to Really Make Your Man Happy!ā Fucking hell, I thought Cosmo was being used as kindling to burn down the cities. Fuck that shit. Find other ways to make yourself happy.
But I try to include happy things. Theyāre not there yet, but I have some funny videos and memes to share. Like a rhinestone cowboy. Or the Clap.
We go through this life encountering people every single day. You may think youāre nothing, you may think you donāt affect the world in the grand scheme of things.
But we touch these peopleās lives whenever we cross their paths. And whether itās a very minor change or a major adjustment to their lifestyle, YOU touched a life. You affected them. Just because you were there, and you existed.
It was *you*, not Jesus Christ, not the bus driver, not the bagger at the store. YOU touched somebody's life and changed it forever just by being there, by existing, and coming across this person.
Unless you had an ax and murdered them. Then BAD you! BAD!
This is why kindness is so important today. When there are the completely lost people out there spewing hate, reveling in it, wishing people dead because of skin color or political affiliation, just moving through life kindly changes the balance.
The hateful people are loud (extremely loud; shut the fuck up), they think they are the only people that matter. They donāt. In fact, I would argue that fur parents show more love and matter more than these people who wish to tear humanity down.
I encountered someone the other day who would just not stop trying to get me to vote for Trump. He told me:
If Socialism wins, Capitalism is gone forever, and they have destroyed this country.
I say good. Let Socialism win. It will produce a much better world. Let the system your Boomer generation created burn and be destroyed. Let it die. That generation fucked up the world.
But they refuse to take responsibility for it.
Letās kill off 60 years of unmitigated greed, individualism, and selfishness.
Reagan has been dead for 16 years. Yet weāre still being traumatized by his complete takeover of politics.
Letās hope we see a red rose bloom over the next decade. š¹
Oh, and enjoy The Decline by NOFX. The most perfect punk song:
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I've lived with you so long I don't know life without being afraid. Because of you, I've missed out on so many good things in life I want to experience.
I want to go to concerts and music festivals. You keep me at home, making me feel ashamed and isolated. My iTunes account is so full of movies I've randomly bought to try to forget the panic and what I'm missing.
You randomly appear out of nowhere and paralyze me. I'm somewhere safe, somewhere comfortable surrounded by people who love me. And you decide to force me into bed, trying to make you go away with the breathing exercises I've learned along the way and failing.
You got me addicted to benzos. You made my mental health professionals distrust me with medication.
There are so many people I could've met, so many friends I could've made. But you show up and make me a fool, cause me to make excuses and run home to be alone. And even then, you're my constant companion.
I am so afraid of the world. This comes from the panic attacks you've caused throughout my entire life that I've learned that the only way I can go out is to force myself. To make sure I have the proper medication with me at all times. And to always be aware of the escape routes in case things get bad.
You ruined my marriage with your friend depression. You scare my parents. You make the one friend I have constantly worry about me.
Anxiety, I don't know life without you. You are fully a part of me like my teeth or my hands. Always buzzing in the background, always reminding me that no matter what skills I learn, the amount of help I get, you will be there, ready to ruin my dreams.