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but what i havent seen any posts about is how the titanic wreck is a gravesite and this tourism is disturbing the graves of over 1500 people.

sometimes its kinda hard to remember that those on the titanic were real people; it was over a century ago, the story has been romanticised in so many ways (like the movie), theres conspiracies theories galore that cloud everything with misinformation, but at the end of the day, those who died were real people.

do you want their names? heres a list of them; its a long read. and for fun, heres another site where you can see photos of the children and babies who died aboard.

their bodies are long gone and their lives long forgotten. all we have to remember them and honour them is the wreck itself. its all we have of them and it is their gravesite. its their tombstone.

caitlin doughty/ask a morticians video on the great lakes discusses the topic well, and why we should leave these shipwrecks alone because again, they are the gravesites of all the souls who died aboard those ships. we rarely have bodies to recover so we really are left just with the wreck.

and what really upsets me about titanic tourism is how the majority of those who died that night were not the ultra-wealthy rich folks you might picture when you think of ocean liners.

61% of the first class passengers survived

42% of the second class passengers survived

24% of the third class passengers survived

24% of the crew survived **

the majority of those who died that night were regular folk; not to be cliche, but they were just like us. titanics wreck is not only a gravesite for over 1500 people, its also a majority working class gravesite.

and look at us now. look at what were doing. the ultra-wealthy can pay the equivalent of peanuts to them to disturb a mass gravesite of the exact kind of people they exploit today to hold onto all their wealth. 

its easy to point and laugh at these dumb idiots in their playstation controller submarine, seemingly held together with super glue and duct tape, but its also important to remember that what they were doing was simply disturbing a gravesite for fun. though the company does research, these guys werent down there to conduct research, they were there so they could brag about it to their friends. its like “climbing mount everest” while your sherpa does all the work.

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I miss Outlast dawg 🤕🥀

Also yes I love camerashipping,,,thought I was crazy for shipping these two back in...2014 😭

Also i'm starting to get myself to understanding the lore, and holyy shitt

haven't seen the latest episode yet but glad my fellow shippers are fed

But like other things, film is an opportunity for him to freely explore things about himself taken to excess or in hypothetical. What if I was only attracted to the same sex? What if I couldn't get an acceptable level of heterosexual cred when everyone started building theirs, and my straight best friend started rejecting me because of how strange and obsessive I was being? What if I fed that classic dysphoric gay impulse that wonders if I could have my straight best friend if only I mimicked what he desired? What if, in a different scenario, I managed to get us suspended forever as the most important relationship in each others' lives, for the small price of desexing myself and him still always trying to leave me? Do I resent and mock when he shows his own desire? What if my best friend was complacent enough to consider all my overtures jokes without me needing to be with a woman to give me deniability?

He's got this thing going on where like many men, he's blatantly homosocial and kinda misogynistic and these things wrap in on themselves plenty of times, sure. And honestly, it's /possible/ he's not attracted to the same sex and instead he's got this deep deep tendency towards caring about his male besties to such a degree that the closest possible comparison is literally repressing love for them — and that's possible but I do tend to consider the occam's razor that plenty of people are bisexual, and plenty of bisexuals kind of decide to just ignore it because they like the access to the heterosexual world, they don't want to lose the things they have there — especially their place of standing with their straight besties, and they CAN be attracted to the opposite sex, so if they can have the occasional outlet for their intensity regarding the same sex, then why even bother if they don't care about engaging with being Gay?

The tragedy of being bi, I think, is that you can sublimate your issues all you want because you don't have to face them. It's literally optional. Being homosexual, like, you do have to face it eventually, even ten steps into delusion and trying to imagine a world where you can slot into heterosexuality somehow, you know something has to be fundamentally different to allow it. Whereas it's not true if you're bi.

Plenty of people make a whole host of different decisions as a result, but a lot do the Matt Johnson thing where they reject the conundrum in favor of the status quo, especially men who benefit from a world that encourages them to value their relationships with other men most of all. It creates an environment where the capitulator can have his cake and eat it too, as long as he gives up sex. But nevertheless, unless one is very very good at denial, you end up wondering. Maybe kind of resentful.

And it's that complicated homosexual push and pull between jealousy, resentment, dysphoria, etc, that are kind of well painted and explored in his work. What if I'm attracted to the same sex but I want the sliver of what I can get from my specific straight best friends more than some promise at random gay depth. What if I could just wish myself into their dating pool. What if I could jokingly be the smoking dragon keeping all suitors away, and they just accept it. What if one of them finally catches on and drops me?