Man I’m so horny I should be (realizes putting myself down for expressing sexual attraction contributes to a society of sexual repression and need to start to do so without shame) sucked
because LIFE is uncomfortable. Death and suicide and sex and pain are straight up going to happen. not having words for the way it discomforts you doesn’t make it more comfortable, it just makes you less able to reach out about it.
even more vital, you gotta be able to say words like “rape”, “abuse”, “queer” or “racist”. cause we fought fucking hard to name those experiences. to identify “rape” as distinct from “sex” and “racism” as distinct from “acceptable behaviour” and “queer” as distinct from “invert”
like the function of communication is not to minimise immediate discomfort. we gotta be able to talk about stuff that’s hard or sucks or causes difficult conversations.
This is what’s so goddamn terrifying about the Internet slowly collapsing into the same 3-5 websites–if Facebook deprioritizes you for saying “sex” and TikTok shadowbans you for saying “suicide” and Twitter X locks your account for saying “racism” we’ve lost a lot more than just the culture of the old weird internet
i love when dvd players hold out a little tray and you put the disc on it. it’s like you’re placing it into its little hand. hate the dvd players that make you push the disc into its mouth and then it swallows it obediently
was anyone going to tell me that the popeās dressmaker posts dick and cock on instagram or was i supposed to find out for myself
waittttt thereās more. apparently he was outed as a homosexual by a competitor but the pope was like well the gowns are sickening so what am i gonna do about it? and so heās still the popeās dressmaker even though he said vatican priests tried to fuck him all the time when he was closeted. work
tbh cables were like that and safety precautions werenāt hard set in yet
Oh wow this is horrifying
Holy shit
Why donāt we see this kind of stuff more in history books?! Iād be way more interested in history if I understood that people were afraid of electricity because they were afraid of power lines slicing them to peices like cheese-wire! History books make it sound like āoh those silly people thought electricity carried demons or something!ā Rather than āthose poor people opposed electricity because they were terrified that eventually there would be so many power lines they wouldnāt be able to see the sun anymore.ā
Forbidden Zipline
Me, reading about people fearing electricity when it was invented: well, people always fear changes and the new, so-
*further reads about the madness that was the massive powerlines and its horrifying lack of safetyā
-you know what. I would do the exact same: be terrified of theĀ āgiant electricity spiderā.
also if any of those zillions of lines snappedāwhich im betting they did more than zero times!ā you would have anything from a brief and scary lightshow to a deadly thrashing snake dropped down to street level to shoot lightning into anything iron or copper, which back then was cars, carriages, drainpipes, canes, buckles, umbrellas, signposts. how happy was a carthorse going to be with electricity grounding itself on its harness or bit? how safe was a kid with everyone running around and cars crashing and horses flipping their shit? what happens when a man uses a steel-framed umbrella to try and smack the cable away?
people in the past were the correct amount of scared of electricity! modern people just forgot all sense.
desperately craving weird surrealist arthurania. Knights with no faces wandering through the mists. Seams between Christian and pre-Christian Britain gaping like open wounds. Beafts and visions. Maybe a monk. Maybe the monk is gay
an ice cold beer topped with a scoop of vanilla ice cream. lying on top of the ice cream foam is a salted peanut. this is the angel. around him are sprinkles (his tears). this is āthe angelās lamentā, my new cocktail
One time I was working as a waiter at a burger joint where the fries were tossed in salt and coriander and as I was bringing food over to the table for these two huge beefy guys one of them asks what the green stuff is so I go āitās corianderā and his friend goes very seriously āhe canāt have corianderā and Iām thinking shit ok maybe heās allergic and guy 1 starts pulling up his sleeve to show me something and Iām thinking shit shit shit heās probably breaking out in hives rn and itās my fault but he just shows me his arm and he has this huge cursive font tattoo that just says āI fucking hate corianderā
ALT
