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that would be why real life is inferior to fiction, yes

"Worldbuilding should serve the plot." The funny thing is that there's no plot in real life, really. Matter of fact, it's all worldbuilding.

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u see. i was well-prepared for utilitarianism

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america should have a coming-of-age ceremony where people born here become citizens and take the oath

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i LIKE forward head posture. it makes my jaw look chiseled

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any violation of a man's body too! #lovewins

“Any violation of a woman’s body can become sex for men; this is the essential truth of pornography.”

Intercourse, Andrea Dworkin

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it's about ethics in forcefem erotica

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you're not an artist alone. i, on the other hand,

art is made of the same kind of stuff that gender and language are made of; it's composed of the sinew between human social relations. it has meaning because of the consequences it has for how we relate to, and understand, each other. none of us is ever an artist alone. we are only ever artists when we are making art with others -- whether that be through the conventional relationship of "artist" and "interpreter," or through collective artworks. these things are not spiritual -- they do not exist in a spiritual, idealist plane. they are embodied, in us, in the ways society constructs itself and organizes itself, in the impact that these meanings and their interpretations have on real people and real structures of labor and resource organization. art does not exist distinct from society -- it is an inextricable part of social relation, but likewise, it cannot exist without social relation.

art is the stuff that happens between any number of people when they communicate; the beauty of it is that "communication" is not just constrained to "words" or "language." there is so much communication that saturates our world -- meaning, which springs eternal from the inevitable fact of life choosing to interpret and interact and affect the world around it. anything which is touched by life, even just by being conceptualized by it, or being perceived by it, or being destroyed by it -- all of these things are pregnant with meaning, saturated with communication to their core.

the same with how every commodity is a congealment of all of the labor-power that went into its production, the thousands of hands that touch every garment before it reaches a buyer -- everything we understand and perceive and interact with is bursting with meaning and the profound weight of history. you cannot understand anything in this world without being haunted by the ghosts of your past, be it your personal past or your cultural past or our past as a species and a biosphere.

there is nothing in this world which escapes the touch of communication and meaning, and thus, there is nothing which fundamentally "cannot" be art.

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christians are not jewish; they follow a subsequent prophet who shared several more holy books including a variety of new religious doctrines. muslims are not christian; they follow a subsequent prophet who shared several more holy books including a variety of new religious doctrines. mormons, also, are not christian; they follow—get this—a subsequent prophet who shared several more holy books including a variety of new religious doctrines

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truly buskers are providing such an essential public service

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i think affection is mostly a matter of proximity. i could love anyone – guy who's terrified of 99.9% of people

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psa: if you're not trans but wish you were because then you'd get to be a boy/girl, you're trans

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^parody of myself. did not even consider this angle but of COURSE i want more asshole robots in fiction

all i want in life is a book just like murderbot except the robot is an asshole 🥺

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all i want in life is a book just like murderbot except the robot is an asshole 🥺

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okay i lied put your clothes back on we're not having sex i'm fundamentally evil and i need you to kill me

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i have a totally normal number of relatives! i have parents, a sibling or two, some grandparents (mostly dead), several cousins-and-such who i don't really know.... i just don't have, yk, a large group of close family members with whom i regularly hang out

A rookie mistake is getting out of things by claiming a grandparent died. You can do that a maximum of four times per person, and that's assuming maximum social atomization, where nobody you know is likely to talk to each other and compare notes and realize that five of your grandmothers have died of carbon monoxide poisoning in the last three months. The winning play? Dead Uncles. You can have any number of dead uncles, because who knows how many siblings your parents have? You don't even need to keep the stories straight because if you slip up you can claim it was two separate uncle deaths. You can repeat names, even, one on each side of your family. Uncles often die in memorable ways so you can get flamboyant with the specifics. Motorcycle accidents, firework explosions, prostate cancer, rottweiler training mishap. It won't be that weird that you aren't particularly torn up about it. Maybe you didn't like your Uncle

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baby, to me you are the embedded in massive extended family. you have so many dozens of family members to meet and keep up with, and with those we meet together you discuss many further who live elsewhere. you spend thanksgiving at the crowded houses of your many relatives. u have massive kin network to take u in when any problem. to me, you are the wildly has relatives

A rookie mistake is getting out of things by claiming a grandparent died. You can do that a maximum of four times per person, and that's assuming maximum social atomization, where nobody you know is likely to talk to each other and compare notes and realize that five of your grandmothers have died of carbon monoxide poisoning in the last three months. The winning play? Dead Uncles. You can have any number of dead uncles, because who knows how many siblings your parents have? You don't even need to keep the stories straight because if you slip up you can claim it was two separate uncle deaths. You can repeat names, even, one on each side of your family. Uncles often die in memorable ways so you can get flamboyant with the specifics. Motorcycle accidents, firework explosions, prostate cancer, rottweiler training mishap. It won't be that weird that you aren't particularly torn up about it. Maybe you didn't like your Uncle