*fingerguns* you might be looking for my howlingmoonrise sideblog for writing and Petshop of Horrors stuff. I don't tag anything consistently unless asked.
This might be too vague but I'm hoping one of your readers can help because I think there's a good chance I originally found the link through your blog. I have a half remembered idea of having seen a website that was specifically created by a gay dude to be a no nonsense, realistic and detailed guide to gay sex for writers. My friends - if any of you have any idea what the fuck I'm talking about here, I will forever be grateful if you could share the link.
Every time I’m forced by circumstance to hand-sew something, I remember a fairytale I once read. There are lead-up shenanigans as the humble protagonist helps small animals and meets the princess and all that, but in the climax, the princess rigs a contest for her hand by setting her own task: sew her a dress in a single night.
The noble suitors, who have never sewn a thing in their lives, sabotage themselves by their own ambitions: they choose difficult fabrics to work with and cut huge, elaborate patterns and select gems and pearls and beads to sew onto it, and snip such long bits of thread that they lose time detangling their stitches, and ultimately resort to pinning bits together as they run out of time, so that their offerings initially look beautiful and flashy, but when the princess tries them on they stick her with pin ends and fall apart as she moves.
The humble protagonist uses a very simple pattern without embellishments and sews using short lengths of thread (snipped off and threaded for him by little birds of course) which don’t tangle and therefore save time. His dress is plain by contrast, but holds together and the princess is able to move freely in it, and so he wins the contest and her hand.
I particularly think about the bit about threading the needle with shorter lengths of thread, needing to tie off more often but avoiding tangles and thereby saving time.
I then ignore that piece of wisdom passed down through who knows how many years and proceed to cut the longest damn length of thread I can manage because I hate tying off beginning or ending knots and I will not subject myself to more of that even if it does mean more tangles along the way.
As someone who has been on the Internet longer than many of you have been alive, I cannot emphasise enough what a good idea it is to block fools, bores, and drama-starters ON SIGHT. That means, on the FIRST sight. See the take, do not wait.
You are not a court of law. You are not required to hear them out, argue, nor give them a second chance. Block them. Nothing bad will happen to them without you! It’s fine! Goodbye forever! Prevention is better than cure.
Well… 2026 so far, am I right? :| Be brave, be steady, be hopeful. We’ll get through this somehow.
The situation has made searching for a new place to live harder in unwarranted ways—I was already uncomfortable getting asked more and more often this year if I was a citizen. Now? fml.
My offer to anyone who donates is that I willhappily write a fic, provide beta reading, writing workshops, moodboards, or anything else you can think of as a thank you gift, just give the word!. (btw! if you’ve changed your mind about your fic request, lmk! I try to reach out before I start, but I appreciate updates ahead of time. And if you use Paypal directly, please reach out to me somewhere I can reply. :])
If you’re in a position to help and choose to, I’m very grateful—but always take care of yourselves first! I want us all to live to a see a brighter day.
(how to blacklist: go here, scroll to “Content you see”, add #berrybad to both filtered tags & post content. xkit also has a post block add-on that should work well.)
I have to say, I thoroughly object to the (apparently very common) idea that poetry is meant to provoke a gentle, beatific reaction of “wow, that’s beautiful.” To many people it seems to be a way of romanticizing one’s own life—the word “poetic” is associated with a kind of misty sighing heart-full-of-love sensation. I hate to beat this drum yet again, but poetry is much, much larger than that. There’s funny poetry, there’s political poetry (good political poetry, I mean), there’s poetry that screams and poetry that presents you soberly with something ghastly, poetry that is like running up against a wall with your head so you have to run to Helen Vendler to explain it to you. Poetry can have any tone or content. It’s not just words that make you feel all gooey.
I’ll share actual evidence w/ people when it’s my own post that I’m not doing just to answer the ask sent by people who don’t give a fuck anyways. by the way. I’m not gonna give evidence when you’re asking for it in bad faith because you’re demanding labor from me and I see it plain as day. I know what you’re trying to do. it’s not worth my time or energy to exhaust myself trying to prove a point to you when I know you’ve buried your head in the sand to begin with. cope and seethe or whatever
i love this website cause you can just list things that are lovely and people will be like right on i’ll reblog that and it’s literally like soup. oranges. hand holding. green couches. the stars. mary oliver. bisexuals. small animals.
