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I think @daria-meoiās post regarding how we talk about Merstede as the goldfish is very interesting.
I read the āsweet little goldfishā as the fandomās celebration of the showās rebuttal of Stedeās masculine dream sequence, and I too love cooing over his adorableness here. But I agree, it doesnāt always take into account Stedeās needs, nor how I think Ed actually sees Stede during the vision. It shapes Stede as something performative for Ed. But Stede is not an emotional support pet, and Ed doesnāt see him as such.
Ed alters his comment from mermaid to merman to merperson. Stede is definitely not a mermaid. I am forever grateful they chose to give Stede a trident which is carried traditionally by mer-men. Merstede is presented as the perfect mixture of theatrical whimsy and a certain masculine strength - which is everything Stede is; and itās clear this is what Ed wants, though Ed does appear to focus a little more on the āorange sparkleā.
What Stede possibly takes, however, from being imagined as a merman is a little different. Stede almost certainly has a classical education and is well-versed in Greek mythology. I think the āSea Godā comment could be interpreted as a through-line from his conversation with Ed that morning.
Stede might be equating himself with someone such as Triton, a fish-tailed, demigod, symbolic of a more traditional masculinity, including a beard. The attention over Ned Low and Edās merman comment meld together for Stede into a new hubris. And this causes Ed to panic.
Stede possibly goes too far in the opposite direction in 207, forgetting the āorange and sparklyā parts of himself, and focusing instead on traditional masculine identities and behaviours.
The thing is Merstede, or letās say Stede, is neither the sparkly goldfish nor the sea god. Or heās some combination of both in the middle. Importantly, Edās vision is also that combination - Ed sees a Merman.
Merstede is orange and sweet and sparkly, and muscly, and self-assured, and carries a big spear. Heās incredibly complex, and itās making sense of those seemingly-contradictory traits - the goldfish/sea-god, gentleman/pirate - which I guess is some of the season 3 work we need to see Stede undergo. Stede deserves to have all aspects of himself fully actualised, as does Ed.
If we do call Stede a āsweet little goldfishā, we maybe need first to recognise that he is being himself for himself, not for Ed. Else weāre wanting Stede to perform for Ed, as Ed was tasked with performing for Izzy. Just as Edās right is to simply ābe Edwardā for Edward, so itās Stedeās right to ābe Stedeā for Stede. And itās in that freedom to be themselves truly for the first time that their relationship can grow.
And second, we should try to remember Stede isnāt simply a goldfish. An important aspect of his true self is he can, should, and will stab you with his metaphorical giant fork to protect those he loves. Ed doesnāt want a pet. And whilst Ed doesnāt actually want Stede to kill, I do think he wants someone capable of it who usually chooses not to.
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Starpunk
Definition: A genre inspired by Solarpunk and Hopepunk that focuses on community, human rights and wellbeing. Name given "based on the idea that almost every human being in history has looked up at the night sky and this is one of the many experiences that connect us"
Also known as community core. Works in the Starpunk genre focus on different cultures and cultural exchange, an anti racist and decolonized future and a world in which humanity is valued and human potential is fully actualised.
Themes include: anti racism, land back, decolonisation, global citizens, self actualisation, feminism, lgbt rights, education for all, anti work- no forced work no coerced work, universal basic incomes, the idea no one should have to pay to survive, wealth inequality, abolitionism, anti ableism, environmentalism, respect for forebears, music, history, art.
Aesthetic features: starry night skies, space and celestial bodies, cave art, eclectic mixed art styles, circles and trees.
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I do not like the things I produce, but should it have come from another persons mind; iād have thought better of the product.
just something Iāve come to realise as of recentā probably a little late, considering Iāve just turned 17 as of January and something like that seems so obvious. Between the 24 (and counting) drafts I have on here and the unfinished musings littering my journalā to the countless illusions of human form I draw these days that remain facelessā I have come to realise how my own self perception and insecurity in who I am simply as a person (beyond the creations I bare) has horribly and grotesquely limited me. I suppose Iāve always had the shadow of the idea lingering in the back of my headā like a brand to a window on a stormy night in my hyperbolic childhood bedroom, it scared me and I didnāt want to face it because I was unsure of what it truly was. But recently, I decided to address the whisper of contempt lingering every time I create. As I write this, I am rather dizzy with fatigue as I am coming off of having been illā and the contemptuous voice is as loud as ever. It questions the validity of what I say, the verbosity, the lack of structure I seem to convince myself my writings have. Whenever Iāve spoken of my āperfectionismā in the past, the bitter words that linger like a bad smell were truly what I meant. I overexplain and I overthink, I criticise myself to the point of the extreme and I feel as if I severely lack the capacity to be kind and appreciate what I write on here. Whenever I get compliments, I do appreciate them and they do soothe the feeling of inadequacy my mind loves to pump into me. But sometimes, itās hard for me to believe them. Iāve been told that Iām well spoken and that I am intelligentā Iāve been told Iām emotionally mature and that Iāve got a brain ābeyond my yearsā. All of that shit feels stupid to me. Donāt get me wrongā I find people who take the time out of their day to compliment me on the way I express myself or speak to be very lovely and I will always be grateful for the praise Iāve received as Iām sure thereās someone on the same levelā If not levels aboveā me who doesnāt get half of the praise I do. But thatās the problem. I, in laymenās terms and without over saturating a small feeling I have, feel undeserving of the praise I receive. Not because itās objectively poorā but because I did it. But because it was me that those words were placed so carefully next to eachother like bricks to construct a house of personally-formulated-esotericism-laden ideology. I feel embarrassed that it took me so long, but Iām glad I did. I guess I can look at my work differently nowā even if I struggle with that. But when I sit there and think about some of my favourite literature and think āand what if it had been me to say that?ā in reference to some of my favourite lines in literatureā and I realise āit wouldnāt be as good in my eyes because it would have been me to spew the wordsā, it puts into perspective for me, just how little respect I have for my own intelligence and work. Which, yeah, is lowkey pathetic that I have a lacking repertoire with myselfā but at least now Iāve acknowledged it. This kinda ties back into my post about acceptanceā I just have to accept this part of me, and then I can improve on the things Iāve been neglecting because of my entire āwhy bother, itās my workā attitude, you know?
forgive me if this post seems a little bit loose-ended. Iām sick at the moment and as of writing this, a little dizzy. But I had this epiphany recently in my fever-struck 2am delusion all the while I struggled to breathe because of my blocked nose šš I literally wrote it down in the dark on a piece of paper on the nightstand by my bed lol I just wanted to talk a little into the void about it. Thank you for reading.

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Breaking toxic cycles
Having the realization that you are worth more than the way you have been treating yourself and you deserve to be treated with dignity, respect and compassion, will help anyone to break free from any illusions and face the reality of a relationship, career, friendship or life in general. You taking back your power and saying āI deserve betterā is the ultimate self-love moment, where you finally stand up for yourself, take control of your life and decide to change, as your own internal toxicity is not serving you anymore. Finding the inner strength and courage to walk away from anything that does not serve your highest good anymore, is an act of self-respect.
But before engaging in adding up new healthy ways of thinking, habits and lifestyles, itās important to go through a cutting away process. Removing the extra weights, which may be toxic people, environments, habits or negative feelings or painful memories or grudges or past trauma and wounds. AĀ deep cleanse must take place, before the restructuring and reprogramming of your system, for the simple reason, if someone is still holding on to old ways of being, manifested reality will be a repetition ofĀ old cycles.
Healing is done best by going to the root, identifying the wounds, narratives they generated due to trauma, limiting beliefs, insecurities, doubts, projections and shedding such layers that are not a reflection of your true authentic being.Ā After a period of healing and inner work it will become easier to engage in activities that contribute to a conscious, intentional and healthy lifestyle and form healthy habits more efficiently.
However, after going through this first stage of healing and self-actualization, you must developĀ a high-level self-loveĀ which is a combination of self-compassion (divine mother energy) and self-respect (divine father energy), in order to maintain balance in your life, so that you will not get lost in being obsessively spiritual or destructive, as both these extremes are deadly and artificial ways of living. Walking on theĀ middle pathĀ with awareness, mindfulness, conscious, intentional way of living is considered to be sustainable for humanĀ beings.
Walking on this middle path is not only useful to avoid rock bottoms but also helpful to walk on a path of enlightenment and ascend spiritually, while being firmly grounded in the present moment adhering to all human responsibilities, without losing a sense of reality. Just like a tree, roots must reach the deepest parts of the earth so that branches can touch the heavens above. We as humans exist in between, thus must embrace our paradoxical nature, by living an intentional balanced life.
one day iām going to leave the hell hole that is the cyberspace and iām going to live organically. i want to feel the grass beneath my feet and hear the wind whispering in my ear, i want to scream and i want to cry and i want to rip the hair from my scalp and not be ashamed. most of all i want to look into my mirror and see myself, not some artificially curated version of myself which fulfils the desires of the internet.