Okay so Victorian erotica is literally the most heinous, morally bankrupt, horrific shit I’ve ever read - but I’ve read a fair bit, partly from historical interest but also because a while back I helped a friend with a university project she was doing about censorship and pornography in 19th century England.
Anyway I need to share with you all the most hilarious line that has ever been written, circa 1887:
Not all people on the spectrum suffer from difficulty interpreting social cues, but it is common enough that you’ll often see people generalizing about it like “if you have an autistic friend you need to know that [x]” or “they don’t understand [x] because they’re autistic”
But not everyone on the spectrum has difficulty interpreting social cues and difficulty interpreting social cues is way more laborious to say than autistic so I feel like we need a tight term for this specific sub-character trait to help out people who are on the spectrum but who don’t have difficulty interpreting social cues so we don’t have to constantly other ourselves.
love that ilya is actually kinda confused when he meets shane for the first time but then as soon as shane goes for the SECOND handshake in a 2 minutes interaction his whole body language changes and hes like oh. OH hes flirting with me,, and he was !! ! (sighs) shane hollander youre so cute and lovable. ilya didnt stand a chance
Hey, man, c'mere. Listen. Get in real close, this is important.
You’re gonna make stuff again. You’re gonna make stuff you’re proud of. You’re gonna make stuff you’re excited to share. You’re going to feel that overwhelming drive to create, not just the frantic I want to want to you’re stuck in now. You’re going to have awesome ideas, and you’re going to make them into reality. You’re going to create again. You’re still an artist. You’re still a writer. You’re still home to the same passion you had before. You’ll find it again. It’s not gone. It’s just resting. Let it rest. You’re going to make stuff again. I promise.
When I was a teenager/20something I used to get The Fear that I had run out of juice and was doomed and would never write again. I don’t think a post like this would have helped me because I wasn’t ready to hear it. But I’m gonna say it anyway. I still get The Fear, but now I laugh at it. I tell my wife “oh no I’m a hack who’s never written anything good and never will” and she shakes her head solemnly and says “oh same actually” and then we keep trying to gently coax it back from the was. Or we take the L and play a video game. It always comes back. Always.
And I think this is the crucial part you may inexplicably take comfort in: it’s going to go away again too. It’s going to come and go so many times. If you let yourself be at peace with the cycle it will be easier to weather it.
That specific sickly, weird, mottled green color that appears when two mirrors are reflecting each other into infinity is so fucking beautiful… I love you weird nasty green of the aether….
ALT
