I Am Depressed And Need To Argue About Something

sinesalvatorem:

thatismyright:

sinesalvatorem:

I am feeling low-key suicidal (In the sense of “I would like to die” rather than “I expect to kill myself”. I have high self-control.) and need to distract myself from how awful being alive is. The best distraction that was recommended to me was passionately arguing about something.

As such, I am appealing to Tumblr to send me asks, or reblog this post, with questions about controversial subjects, unpopular opinions, blatant edge-lordery, links to terrible (but reasonably short) Tumblr posts, or anything else that could put me in a fiery state of “someone is Wrong on the Internet”.

I may not be able to reply to All The Things, because bad brains, and my responses may be poor-quality or not endorsed by sane!Alison, but I will feel better while writing what I can.

If you can’t think of anything (you don’t need to reply with anything good, but if you still can’t) but would like to help, reblogging this post at all increases the likelihood that someone will want to edge-lord in my direction.

(Oh, and sending my complimentary asks (even without anything to argue about) helps a lot.)

Claims that public (non-nude) kink is unethical or immoral are stupid purity instincts and have no connection to real consequences. I don’t care if you think that “you’re part of my scene and don’t consent to it”; that’s a fact about your state of mind, not about a state of reality, and my and my sub’s right to do what we want trumps your desire not to be uncomfortable.

…I think I agree with this, actually? IDK if it’s just the fact that I lack purity instincts and can’t properly understand the people who have them, but this seems really reasonable to me and always has.

If something seemed perfectly OK (if quaint) to you when you didn’t know the motivation for it was sexual, it does not become bad upon you learning that it is, in fact, sexual. The goodness or badness of an action is separate from it’s intentions and motivation. It’s about consequences. If wearing a collar as a fashion statement is OK (because it harms no one), then doing so because it turns you on is no better or worse.

Why do people oppose this, anyway? Followers with purity instincts? Followers who agree regardless of squick reactions? Followers who disagree but know how to steelman it? What exactly is going on here?

This is going to sound weird, please bear with me, but the main reason I value my discomfort around public sexual acts (for broad definitions of such) is precisely because I don’t have an explanation behind it.

Okay, look. I often worry that I don’t have any moral sense of my own, that I only do what I do and think what I think because I have been told to do and think these things. I mean, how could I tell whether a belief in something’s wrongness is really mine or just someone else’s? I can trace nearly everything back to people telling me what to think; maybe I would have thought that way anyway, maybe I wouldn’t. Who can say?

Note that word. Nearly everything.

Because then I look back, and I see a girl, perhaps nine or ten years old. Her Girl Scout meeting has just ended, and the kids are passing the time while they wait for their parents to come pick them up. One of the others pulls a yo-yo out of her bag and swings it in front of another kid’s face. She intones “You are getting veeery sleeepyyy…”

Our protagonist yells at them. “Don’t do that! It’s wrong!”

Kid 3 (the one watching the yo-yo): “Why?”

Kid 2 (the one holding it): “It’s not like I’m really hypnotizing her. It’s just a game.”

She can’t explain why it’s wrong. She doesn’t know. There’s just something in her, bone-deep, visceral, screaming protest at this situation. Can’t they hear the alarm bells going off in their heads?

(Maybe they can’t. The other children’s thought processes are often alien. Perhaps this is just another instance.)

—

Nobody told that girl to believe that it was wrong. Nobody had even given her enough information to extrapolate that it was wrong. (It will be several more years before she learns about hypnosis fetishism, before she learns that the word she was looking for here was “indecent”.) But she thought it was wrong anyway.

That girl is still part of me. She was clearly not entirely lacking in innate moral sense, and by extension neither am I.

Now, I’m not saying that we as a society should all abide by my moral sense. I mean, if nothing else I can’t think of a way of making it practical. It’s all very well for me to avoid doing erotic things in public and avoid spectating when other people do unintentionally erotic things in public (and I do try to), but what about…if I understood correctly, you yourself recently said you tend to pick up any kink you learn about. How are people like that supposed to get by in the world? The set of things they’re allowed to do would be ever more limited.

So, I agree to let people do public sexual acts, but I do it grudgingly. I don’t really want to be okay with it. Not being okay with it is something I can point to as unambiguously myself, and I do not have enough of those to spare.

P.S. I’m curious, on what grounds do you carve out an exception for nudity-involving things in the “public kink is okay” view? What makes nudity less okay than anything else?


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#probability that the reason I value the capacity for independent opinions in the first place is because I was told to: high #irony levels: staggering #reply via reblog #sexuality and lack thereof #occasionally I come across people casually stating that children don’t have a sense of privacy about sex until taught to #*bullshit* #(well) #(bullshit as a rule for *everyone*) #(I have noticed that whenever I hear other stories) #(of young children who don’t know they’re kinky and unknowingly erotic games) #(the storyteller’s younger self is always the one *instigating* the games) #(not the one freaking out at them)


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Voiceover on Doctor Who “next time on” preview: Don’t watch this. You can never un-see it.

Me: Okay. *closes eyes*


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#what kind of fool do you take me for #unlike those poor Zygons I have not had all relevant knowledge erased and I *can* learn from experience #and it has *never* been worthwhile to look at something I had been told to look away from #if you are very lucky looking is neither bad nor good #usually it is some level of psychologically damaging #also next week’s episode’s title is #Sleep No More #I do not like that title #that is a fucking ominous title #fuck you and your horror bullshit #(look) #(I fully believe that ‘Blink’ has a lot of objective merit) #(but I think I’m a worse person for having seen it) #(and I do not want to do that to myself again) #(horror is so utterly not for me) #(causing myself often-permanent psychological damage for fun is not something I can compute) #I *might* read Chakoteya’s transcript when it comes out #but I will try to learn from my past mistakes #and not watch it #Doctor Who #tag rambles #dw spoilers #infohazards #oh look an original post

Fifteen attempted revolutions? In, what, a year? Two? Almost certainly not more than five.

Even if you manage to avert all of them, doesn’t the frequency itself tell you something is wrong and needs to be improved?

(Maybe if you didn’t keep wiping their memories, they could actually learn from their mistakes.)


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#from the moment they said they were going to the Black Archive I was waiting for the memory-erasure-device penny to drop #at first I thought that they had simply solved the what-if-a-Zygon-rebel-takes-Clara’s-form problem #(an obvious security hole if you know that Zygon rebels are the most likely intruder for your security to be facing) #by whittling down the minds of anyone with Clara’s memory-print until they *were* Clara and nothing more #but no #Doctor Who #The Zygon Inversion #dw spoilers #oh look an original post #rants #amnesia cw #(the following category tag was added retroactively:) #reactionblogging

Anonymous asked: Brin-bellway

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nonternary:

apparently suspects me of having mind-control powers.

*waves hand* there’s no such thing as mind control…

go to Jedi Academy anon

OP tags: #is also apparently a Trekkie so #wrong universe #sorry Brin

…huh. People don’t normally think of me when doing memes. I wonder who sent this.

(No, it wasn’t me.)

I don’t have anything against Star Wars; I’ve just never gotten around to watching it. I generally get by okay on cultural osmosis. (Besides, Borg wouldn’t really fit your post as well.)


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#reply via reblog

Anonymous asked: Nonternary for both crush and ship meme

sinesalvatorem:

Would anyone like to explain to me WHY he’s so damn sexy before I make up my mind on dating him?

Inner genre-savviness: Clearly nonternary has mind-control powers.

Me: You frequently suspect people of having mind-control powers. You have read too much erotic horror.

IGS: But foreshadowing!

Me: *sigh*


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#honestly I don’t even *like* erotic horror #but beggars can’t be choosers and also it’s kind of fascinating what a very finely honed sense of genre-savviness can do #and I suspect I may have been doomed to be towards the generally paranoid end of the psychological scale either way #reply via reblog #sexuality and lack thereof


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queenshulamit asked: Socks

davidsevera:

They were his secret pleasure, his dangerous joy, and he kept them buried deep where no one would ever look. The long, multicolored socks he would slip into in the loneliest hours when no one was likely to come knocking on his apartment door. Jason could relax, cook some Asian food, make himself a fancy drink, and forget about the world.

He was forgetting about the world when suddenly he smelled smoke. His dinner was on fire! He tossed his drink on the flames, but that just made things worse. He screamed and ran for the fire extinguisher. Soon everything was contained. Jason collapsed onto the couch, legs crossed, but he heard a key enter his lock. His neighbor Allison must have heard! There wasn’t enough time to sprint to the bedroom. He accepted his fate with grim determination.

Alison opened the door, spare key in hand, taking in the scene, one eyebrow cocked. Her eyes fell on a blushing Jason. “Don’t tell me,” she began. “I spy why you cried: a tie dye thigh high stir fry gone awry and worsened by a spilled Mai Tai. Why you’re tongue tied is that I’ve come by, and in your mind’s eye you’ll be decried as not a tough guy, which feels like a black eye. Well I won’t pry, let’s let this incident pass by. (Though tie dye’s out of fashion, by-the-bye.) Bye-bye!” And with that she left.

Jason vowed that the next time Alison came over he’d be wearing orange socks and eating nothing but oranges, just to make her squirm.


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#anything that makes me laugh this much deserves a reblog