This draft’s original set of tags (here left intact) refers to late January 2014 as being nearly three years ago, so that gives you an idea of when it was written.

“Even if the risks are small, they are not justified when the evidence indicates no benefit.”

Steven Novella, on acupuncture

–Also me, on fluid exchange


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#if I ask myself ”Is kissing this person worth the risk of oral herpes?” #and conclude ”no” #this doesn’t mean that the value I place on not having herpes is too high #it just means the value I place on kissing them is very low #such that even the slightest downside is enough to outweigh it #(I mean I *am* somewhat germophobic and *do* place significant value on not having herpes) #(but I think I would be pretty cautious about who I spit-bond with even if I weren’t germophobic) #(I would still have a mild incentive to be cautious and no incentive *not* to be cautious) #((I suppose non-germophobic!me would have to be less desperate in order to accept a shared water bottle)) #((but that’s about it)) #oh look an original post #tag rambles #illness tw? #asexuality #((yes that post I linked is nearly three years old)) #((I’ve had it sitting around in my quote file for just such an occasion))

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brin-bellway:

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brin-bellway:

I’ve been doing archiving again today, downloading local copies of things that previously existed (in versions accessible to me) only on the Internet.

The thing about archiving is that it *hurts*. Not having done it–the moment when you want to remind yourself how something went and find it isn’t there to tell you, will never be there again–hurts a lot more, so I keep doing this. My past is valuable to me and I want to keep hold of it, have it available, and yet it always hurts to immerse myself in it.

(Today I’m saving works of fiction, works I think I would miss if their links rotted. (Some of them have already rotted. Most were salvageable through the Internet Archive. But only most.) I didn’t think that would hurt, but it turns out that it does, that they evoke the time periods I read them in.)

I know a lot of people hate their past selves, for their ignorance and foolishness. I think this is another version of that impulse, but I don’t hate past-me.

I don’t hate *her*. I hate the people who did this to her.

I think that’s a lot of the problem. I think maybe a lot of the pain of archiving isn’t inherent to the task in general, but because most of the stuff I’m archiving–this project and previous projects–is from around my late teens, give or take, and I was in a lot of pain then. A lot of it I hardly acknowledged at the time, or if I acknowledged it I shrugged and figured that was just how things were.

Maybe it’s good for me to immerse myself in the past, sometimes, if only to show myself how far I’ve come.

aaaaaaaahhhhh

I have reached a series that–while it has many good parts, and I still have plans to finish reading it someday–also brings up a whole lot of baggage

and a large part of the baggage is feeling like I’m not allowed to complain about it

aaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhh

#I can’t even really get angry at anyone involved, #the worst part is knowing they weren’t even wrong to do it, #knowing I really *didn’t* deserve consideration,

no, you know what? that’s not quite true

yeah, I didn’t deserve *full* consideration, and yeah even if they’d done everything right I’d probably still have felt subjectively (unreasonably) betrayed, but I deserved more consideration than I got

everyone deserved it

because you know what? even if they didn’t recognise it as erotic, even if they didn’t even recognise it as *trance*, they still sprung a “““vicarious relaxation exercise””” on people without content warnings

honestly in some ways that’s *worse* for other people than it is for me, *I* realised what they were doing three paragraphs in, most people straight up *don’t have* “this story is attempting to hypnotise the reader” alarms in their brain and so it couldn’t have set those alarms off

@injygo replied:

that’s horrible and i am really upset that anyone would write that now

people should warn for hypno type things

i once went to a concert thing where they did a “relaxation exercise” and it triggered the fuck out of me and caused a meltdown

and this could have been alleviated by providing a content warning

 

The good news is, I went back and checked and they’ve since added a content warning to the beginning of the fic (continuing to refer to it as a “vicarious relaxation exercise”, but I suppose that’s probably enough to be getting on with). It looks like they added that in response to the comment I left when I first read it.

I hope that reassures you. I know *I* find it reassuring, that my comment actually accomplished something useful and wasn’t just me barging in somewhere and making people uncomfortable.


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#(I don’t know how uncomfortable they actually found it) #(it’s partly the anxiety talking) #replies #sexuality and lack thereof #amnesia cw? #(for first post in chain) #vagueblogging

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brin-bellway:

brin-bellway:

I’ve been doing archiving again today, downloading local copies of things that previously existed (in versions accessible to me) only on the Internet.

The thing about archiving is that it *hurts*. Not having done it–the moment when you want to remind yourself how something went and find it isn’t there to tell you, will never be there again–hurts a lot more, so I keep doing this. My past is valuable to me and I want to keep hold of it, have it available, and yet it always hurts to immerse myself in it.

(Today I’m saving works of fiction, works I think I would miss if their links rotted. (Some of them have already rotted. Most were salvageable through the Internet Archive. But only most.) I didn’t think that would hurt, but it turns out that it does, that they evoke the time periods I read them in.)

I know a lot of people hate their past selves, for their ignorance and foolishness. I think this is another version of that impulse, but I don’t hate past-me.

I don’t hate *her*. I hate the people who did this to her.

I think that’s a lot of the problem. I think maybe a lot of the pain of archiving isn’t inherent to the task in general, but because most of the stuff I’m archiving–this project and previous projects–is from around my late teens, give or take, and I was in a lot of pain then. A lot of it I hardly acknowledged at the time, or if I acknowledged it I shrugged and figured that was just how things were.

Maybe it’s good for me to immerse myself in the past, sometimes, if only to show myself how far I’ve come.

aaaaaaaahhhhh

I have reached a series that–while it has many good parts, and I still have plans to finish reading it someday–also brings up a whole lot of baggage

and a large part of the baggage is feeling like I’m not allowed to complain about it

aaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhh

#I can’t even really get angry at anyone involved, #the worst part is knowing they weren’t even wrong to do it, #knowing I really *didn’t* deserve consideration,

no, you know what? that’s not quite true

yeah, I didn’t deserve *full* consideration, and yeah even if they’d done everything right I’d probably still have felt subjectively (unreasonably) betrayed, but I deserved more consideration than I got

everyone deserved it

because you know what? even if they didn’t recognise it as erotic, even if they didn’t even recognise it as *trance*, they still sprung a “““vicarious relaxation exercise””” on people without content warnings

honestly in some ways that’s *worse* for other people than it is for me, *I* realised what they were doing three paragraphs in, most people straight up *don’t have* “this story is attempting to hypnotise the reader” alarms in their brain and so it couldn’t have set those alarms off


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#oh look an original post #vagueblogging #rants #amnesia cw? #(for first post in chain) #I have seen stories with content warnings that look like the warning labels on *drugs* #”may cause drowsiness. do not drive or operate heavy machinery until you know how this product will affect you” #and yes they weren’t familiar with any standard etiquette regarding may-induce-trance warnings but they could have said *something* #sexuality and lack thereof


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brin-bellway:

I’ve been doing archiving again today, downloading local copies of things that previously existed (in versions accessible to me) only on the Internet.

The thing about archiving is that it *hurts*. Not having done it–the moment when you want to remind yourself how something went and find it isn’t there to tell you, will never be there again–hurts a lot more, so I keep doing this. My past is valuable to me and I want to keep hold of it, have it available, and yet it always hurts to immerse myself in it.

(Today I’m saving works of fiction, works I think I would miss if their links rotted. (Some of them have already rotted. Most were salvageable through the Internet Archive. But only most.) I didn’t think that would hurt, but it turns out that it does, that they evoke the time periods I read them in.)

I know a lot of people hate their past selves, for their ignorance and foolishness. I think this is another version of that impulse, but I don’t hate past-me.

I don’t hate *her*. I hate the people who did this to her.

I think that’s a lot of the problem. I think maybe a lot of the pain of archiving isn’t inherent to the task in general, but because most of the stuff I’m archiving–this project and previous projects–is from around my late teens, give or take, and I was in a lot of pain then. A lot of it I hardly acknowledged at the time, or if I acknowledged it I shrugged and figured that was just how things were.

Maybe it’s good for me to immerse myself in the past, sometimes, if only to show myself how far I’ve come.

aaaaaaaahhhhh

I have reached a series that–while it has many good parts, and I still have plans to finish reading it someday–also brings up a whole lot of baggage

and a large part of the baggage is feeling like I’m not allowed to complain about it

aaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhh


Tags:

#vagueblogging #I can’t even really get angry at anyone involved #the worst part is knowing they weren’t even wrong to do it #knowing I really *didn’t* deserve consideration #oh look an update #amnesia cw? #sexuality and lack thereof


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Oh god, I’m seriously tempted to get into a fight with these smug idiots.

Somebody please stop me.

(*chants* “they’re the ones with all the power here, you can tell by how strenuously they insist that they’re powerless, they will beat you to an even bloodier pulp than they’ve already done and walk away without a scratch no matter *what* you do to them”)


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#just once I want somebody to look at me the way that I look at them #with paralytic terror #just once I want to win a fight #just once I want someone to grovel at my feet and beg me to stop hurting them #too broken even to fight back #I want the interactions I always have sooner or later with everyone #but I want to be on the *other* side of it this time #I’ll even be merciful enough to let them grovel openly rather than couching it in euphemisms #that’s more mercy than they show me #venting #vagueblogging #our roads may be golden or broken or lost #abuse cw #oh look an original post


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I wasn’t sure, at first, why I was thinking about it today in particular, but then I realised that–depending on whether I’m remembering the context right–it may very well have been six years ago precisely. It’s probably close, at any rate.

After all this time, (in something like irony), I still remember her telling me it was unreasonable to expect people to remember something I’d said last week.

(It hadn’t even been last week. It was yesterday. Part of the same ongoing conversation.)

She didn’t frame it as her having a bad memory–that would have been something else entirely–but as *my*…my arrogance in thinking that somebody might bother to remember things I’d said from one day to the next, my unrealistic demand for any continuity in my social relationships.

(I’d been hanging out with that group for over four months. (If I’m remembering the timing right. Dates are not my strong suit memory-wise. Perhaps people weren’t hers, but that isn’t what she said.))

I don’t know whether I still believe she’s right. I don’t want to believe it. Maybe I just *fear* that she’s right.

But I *still* feel surprised whenever people reference things I said earlier, whenever anyone outside my immediate family gives enough of a shit about me to remember me from one day to the next.

(And when they don’t–when they ask me the same questions over and over, when they tell me (after *two years*!) that I’m not worth arguing with because they only argue with people they know–I sigh, and I wonder if perhaps it is what I deserve.)

It occurs to me that possibly this is some sort of divide between people who think of people on the Internet as interchangeable NPCs and people who don’t. Both of the most egregious instances *were* on the Internet, after all.

It’s a slightly different flavour of horrible than how I was originally thinking of it. Instead of the reliability of “*all* of your friends think of you as an interchangeable NPC”, it’s “a significant percentage of your friends think of you as an interchangeable NPC, but you don’t know how large a percentage and you mostly don’t know which ones”.

(And it still means that in day-to-day social interactions, I generally don’t get to trust that people have any idea what I’m talking about without providing full context every time.

…I think I’m beginning to realise how much that’s been eating away at me, and how much it’s part of the appeal of rationalist Tumblr: I can’t trust people to understand references to things *I* said, but there *do* exist previous statements and conversations that I can reference and safely predict that people will understand.)


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#oh look an original post #vagueblogging #(sort of) #the more I think about it the more reasons I think of for why I’d be thinking about this *now* #Alison said recently it was a shame that more people didn’t come with manuals on their socialising needs and preferences #and I thought ”do I even *know* my socialising needs and preferences #let alone well enough to write a man page?” #I guess here’s part of an answer #(don’t get me wrong I suck at relationship object permanence) #(but that just means I mostly don’t tend to think about people when they’re not around) #(if reminded of their existence I generally remember a fair bit about them) #I’m worried about insulting people who can’t keep Internet people straight in their heads #but otoh the more likely someone is to be targeted by that the less likely they are to care about my opinion #so maybe it works out? #if you do have a bad memory for such things I’m not gonna hate you for it #unless you frame it as [me not being worth remembering] rather than [you not being good at remembering things] #tag rambles #I feel like this probably deserves some additional warning tag but I’m not sure what

Wait, so let me get this straight.

Consenting in advance to someone having sex with you while you’re unconscious is invalid, because it’s not truly consent if you’re not able to revoke it and back out partway through.

Consenting in advance to someone performing surgery on you while you’re unconscious and can’t back out, on the other hand, is totally fine.


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#today in internally inconsistent anti-kink arguments #(well not technically today) #(I don’t actually have a specific example in mind here) #(just the general type) #(every so often I poke around somnophilia communities) #(in hopes of coming across a kindred spirit who fell in with a different crowd) #(haven’t found any yet but I have found an awful lot of arguments about whether consensual intercourse with sleeping people is possible) #nsfw? #sexuality and lack thereof #vagueblogging #(maybe) #oh look an original post #I feel like this probably deserves some additional warning tag but I’m not sure what

*watches person I blocked for kink-shaming make small talk with kink blogger*

…????


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#for a moment I thought it might be because of the person’s ‘moderate’ stance on kinks #except said stance is that it’s okay to *have* kinks as long as you never talk about them or consider them important to who you are #which rather seems to preclude kink bloggers #(*and* last night I ventured into the person’s blog archives looking for a poem about gender I saw a while back) #(the one written by a medieval Jew who would probably have considered themself a trans woman if their culture had had the concept) #(I promised my mother I would look for it) #(and of the blogs I was following at the time that were most likely to have reblogged it) #(one of them was them) #(I didn’t even *find* the damned thing) #(point being I have had too many reminders that this person exists for one day) #((also if you’ve read this far and know where to find that poem let me know)) #tag rambles #oh look an original post #vagueblogging #this post has been delayed by an unspecified amount of time for enhanced vagueness


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