Month: January 2014

Blogs Wanted!

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asexualityexists:

As some of you may know, I have links to other asexual blogs and asexual-identifying individuals on several pages of my blog. However, many of those blogs are no longer active, and I’m looking to replace them.

If you identify as:

  • asexual
  • demisexual
  • grey-asexual
  • aromantic
  • demiromantic
  • grey-romantic
  • heteroromantic
  • homoromantic
  • biromantic
  • panromantic
  • any combination of the above, (asexuality-related identity I may have left out)

and are willing to answer questions/be listed as a resource, please let me know! Message me with how you identify, and I’ll add your blog to the appropriate page.

I’d also like to add blogs of individuals on the asexual spectrum with kinks/fetishes. They seem to be few and far between (or, at least, I haven’t come across many) but I’d still like to include some kind of resource for other aces.

Anyways, I’m always looking to update resources, and I’d really appreciate your help!

Thanks a bunch!

Are you checking reblogs, or does it have to be an ask?

>>I’d also like to add blogs of individuals on the asexual spectrum with kinks/fetishes. They seem to be few and far between (or, at least, I haven’t come across many) but I’d still like to include some kind of resource for other aces.<<

I think we generally stay pretty quiet. Fear, maybe, of how people will react. Embarrassment. I know I personally have always had a kind of instinctive sense of privacy about this (ask me about the Girl Scouts and the yo-yo sometime), even before I realised it was a sexual thing. (And I do consider it a sexual thing. I’ve seen several kinky aces say they don’t, but that’s not how I see it. I just don’t think it’s sexual in a way that precludes me being ace. I am not sexually attracted to anyone; what I am attracted to doesn’t matter ace-identity-wise.)

Thing is, it’s…I’m not sure what would be the best word here. Comforting? Powerful? To know you’re not the only one, that there are other people like you out there. And in order to know that, somebody’s got to speak up.

At first, the previous paragraph didn’t quite outweigh the one before it, and I nearly didn’t reblog this. Then I saw a post of that Shel Silverstein poem. I don’t think it was supposed to be a sign–the universe generally doesn’t work that way, in my experience–but I choose to interpret it as one.

So. This is me, being a hypnosis fetishist. I exist.

(I’m also aromantic, but those aren’t very hard to come by.)

{{archivist’s note: the Girl Scouts and the yo-yo}}

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#asexuality #kind of nervous about making this post #helps that as it happens this is the third time this week #(not *closeted* exactly) #(just shy) #(also not actually entirely comfortable with the term ‘fetishist’) #(I think L’s got some good points about ‘paraphile’) #(but it’s useful for communication) #people who can distinguish between their drive for sleep and drive for sex fascinate me #but it gets lonely being surrounded by them all the time #I do wonder if there are others #surely there must be #(culture tells you what’s restful) #(brain wiring tells you that ‘restful’ and ‘sexually satisfying’ are the same thing) #tag rambles

allamaraine asked: Kira + art

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sophiagratia:

The first two things that come to mind:

  • a flock of flightless birds
  • once i wrote a story in which kira shoots a fresco

So we are more or less doomed, here. I haven’t thought about this much before, but here are my impressions at a first attempt.

Art for Kira is, first, about ruin. About damage, and loss. That is what violent occupations do to art. This is her first concept of art: stolen paintings and sculptures, damaged buildings, a campaign of disinformation about Bajoran achievements in the arts.

Then art must be, later, about recovery, about salvage. What can be restored, recovered, unburied.

Kira doesn’t have much in the way of an aesthetic sensibility, or at least that’s what she would claim. She forms strong attachments to art objects, and articulating why, or what it is about the object’s aesthetic features that draws her to it, is less interesting to her than the fact of the object and the fact of her attachment.

Perhaps she begins with a disdain for ‘pure decoration,’ prizing only art that has a use: prayer mandalas, for example. But perhaps with time she starts to see that the useful/decorative binary doesn’t hold up. What if something is useful because of the feeling it provokes? What if, like her prayer mandala, a useful object is also decorative? These simple questions occur to her relatively late in life, and the result is that she develops a reverence for the very fact of objects that provoke them.

She will never be a collector, but she will learn that to stand before a beautiful thing in contemplation of it is a worthwhile act – and it is an act that demands that the work of art be referred to itself, and not to any gesture of possession or mastery. She will for this reason prefer museums to private possessions, and temples to museums.

That act of contemplation is itself an act of recovery, of restoration and unburial. And for this reason, she will work hard to see that Bajor’s art finds public homes, that art objects are returned to the places that first housed them, and that any space – a temple, a museum, a library archive – devoted to art objects will be freely accessible to anyone, so that those recuperative acts of contemplation belong to anyone, to everyone.

This is a good post, I like this post, the fic you actually linked is new to me and looks interesting, but I would also like to know what fic you intended to link. It doesn’t look to be this one, what with the “Oparu” in the author’s-name section.

Tags:

#Star Trek #DS9 #Kira Nerys #I deleted the first version of this post because it was reblogged from Llin #and Sophie is less likely to see and respond to my question if I don’t reblog it directly from her

{{next post in sequence}}

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ffc600:

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#Agapi informs me this is Bertie Wooster and Agatha Gregson of Jeeves and Wooster #I don’t actually care #the thing that matters is that my brain immediately recognised Bertie’s face #and read his subtitles in the voice of that guy from Blackadder #I was very happy to have IMDB confirm this #and said happiness was not entirely cancelled out by realising that he had also been *House* the whole time #and I never noticed #(I’ve never watched House) #(but I’ve seen pictures) #tag rambles #prosopagnosia

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what the fuck what the FUCK oh my god

They told me “The Empty Hearse” was basically a bunch of Sherlock fanfiction smushed together. I didn’t quite believe them.

I believe them now.

I’m sure the look of utter shock on my face at the 2:30 mark would have been very amusing, had anyone seen it. I honestly wondered if I was dreaming.

Three minutes, forty-five seconds. Three and three-quarter minutes in. That’s how far I’ve gotten, and already my mind is utterly blown.

It’s been an hour since I decided to watch it. I’ve managed less than four minutes.

How am I ever going to cope with an hour and a half of this episode?

Tags:

#Sherlock #oh look an original post #I suppose next you’re going to tell me Mrs Hudson’s anosmic #maybe this is for the best #maybe I’ve gotten all of the shock out of the way at the beginning #(who am I kidding) #(oh god) #(by the way every rotaryphones fic I’ve read has been brilliant) #(I recommend them) #(the following category tags were added retroactively:) #reactionblogging #sexuality and lack thereof