Tintin in America (1931-32)
Travel
Train - 3 (as driver - 1)
Car - 5 (as driver - 1)
Motorbike - 1
Accidents - 2 (resulted in injury - 1)
Health
Slept - 3
Ate - 1.5 (ate Bobby Smiles's dinner and drank some of a milkshake but gave the rest to Snowy)
Hospitalised - 1 (after a car crash)
General Peril
Fell off a cliff - 1 (uninjured)
Rocks dropped on him - 1 (uninjured)
Meat grinders - 1 (uninjured)
Lynched - 2 (no serious injury)
Head injuries - 4 (resulting in unconsciousness - 2)
Shot at - 2
Poisoned - 1
Abducted - 3
Unconscious - 3
Wildfire - 1 (uninjured)
Tied to train tracks - 1 (uninjured)
Total injuries - 8 (mostly not serious)
Physical activity
Violent to another person - 11 (usually by hitting them with blunt objects but once by headbutting)
Trees climbed - 1
Horses ridden - 4 (fell off - 1)
Emotions
Angry - 2 (when Snowy is kidnapped and after an attempted lynching)
The Law
Arrested - 1
Imprisoned - 2
Sentenced to death - 1
Rastapopoulos? - yes
QUIFF DOWN - 0!!!!!!!
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The Ideal
i am old, and i am young at heart
i am bonded to a platonic life partner with whom i live. we have separate beds and separate rooms. she cooks and i clean and we have at least one (1) room that is a library and at least two (5) cats.
i am also bonded to one or two part-time romantic life partners. yes both part-time and life partners, because we are bonded for life but at regular at intervals not just all at once for an indeterminate time. with one of them i may or may not kiss/do sensual stuff and the other - if they are there - i would not. other than the occasional sleepover, i would not live with my romantic partner(s) - i would live with my platonic life partner.
instead of having or adopting children, i become an aged mentor queer and shelter and guide and love baby queers. i become the neighborhood queer grandpa, except because i am of the digital age the whole world is my neighborhood.
when i die, i am cremated, and i am given to the wind.
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I'm getting so sick of major female characters in historical media being incredibly feisty, outspoken and public defenders of women's rights with little to no realistic repercussions. Yes it feels like pandering, yes it's unrealistic and takes me out of the story, yes the dialogue almost always rings false - but beyond all that I think it does such a disservice to the women who lived during those periods. I'm not embarrassed of the women in history who didn't use every chance they had to Stick It To The Man. I'm not ashamed of women who were resigned to or enjoyed their lot in life. They weren't letting the side down by not having and representing modern gender ideals. It says a lot about how you view average ordinary women if the idea of one of your main characters behaving like one makes them seem lame and uninteresting to you.
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the thing is that they're so fascinated by sex, they love sex, they can't imagine a world without sex - they need sex to sell things, they need sex to be part of their personality, they need sex to prove their power - but they hate sex. they are disgusted by it.
sex is the only thing that holds their attention, and it is also the thing that can never be discussed directly.
you can't tell a child the normal names for parts of their body, that's sexual in nature, because the body isn't a body, it's a vessel of sex. it doesn't matter that it's been proven in studies (over and over) that kids need to know the names of their genitals; that they internalize sexual shame at a very young age and know it's 'dirty' to have a body; that it overwhelmingly protects children for them to have the correct words to communicate with. what matters is that they're sexual organs. what matters is that it freaks them out to think about kids having body parts - which only exist in the context of sex.
it's gross to talk about a period or how to check for cancer in a testicle or breast. that is nasty, illicit. there will be no pain meds for harsh medical procedures, just because they feature a cervix.
but they will put out an ad of you scantily-clad. you will sell their cars for them, because you have abs, a body. you will drip sex. you will ooze it, like a goo. like you were put on this planet to secrete wealth into their open palms.
they will hit you with that same palm. it will be disgusting that you like leather or leashes, but they will put their movie characters in leather and latex. it will be wrong of you to want sexual freedom, but they will mark their success in the number of people they bed.
they will crow that it's inappropriate for children so there will be no lessons on how to properly apply a condom, even to teens. it's teaching them the wrong things. no lessons on the diversity of sexual organ growth, none on how to obtain consent properly, none on how to recognize when you feel unsafe in your body. if you are a teenager, you have probably already been sexualized at some point in your life. you will have seen someone also-your-age who is splashed across a tv screen or a magazine or married to someone three times your age. you will watch people pull their hair into pigtails so they look like you. so that they can be sexy because of youth. one of the most common pornography searches involves newly-18 young women. girls. the words "barely legal," a hiss of glass sand over your skin.
barely legal. there are bills in place that will not allow people to feel safe in their own bodies. there are people working so hard to punish any person for having sex in a way that isn't god-fearing and submissive. heteronormative. the sex has to be at their feet, on your knees, your eyes wet. when was the first time you saw another person crying in pornography and thought - okay but for real. she looks super unhappy. later, when you are unhappy, you will close your eyes and ignore the feeling and act the role you have been taught to keep playing. they will punish the sex workers, remove the places they can practice their trade safely. they will then make casual jokes about how they sexually harass their nanny.
and they love sex but they hate that you're having sex. you need to have their ornamental, perfunctory, dispassionate sex. so you can't kiss your girlfriend in the bible belt because it is gross to have sex with someone of the same gender. so you can't get your tubes tied in new england because you might change your mind. so you can't admit you were sexually assaulted because real men don't get hurt, you should be grateful. you cannot handle your own body, you cannot handle the risks involved, let other people decide that for you. you aren't ready yet.
but they need you to have sex because you need to have kids. at 15, you are old enough to parent. you are not old enough to hear the word fuck too many times on television.
they are horrified by sex and they never stop talking about it, thinking about it, making everything unnecessarily preverted. the saying - a thief thinks everyone steals. they stand up at their podiums and they look out at the crowd and they sign a bill into place that makes sexwork even more unsafe and they stand up and smile and sign a bill that makes gender-affirming care illegal and they get up and they shrug their shoulders and write don't say gay and they get up, and they make the world about sex, but this horrible, plastic vision of it that they have. this wretched, emotionless thing that holds so much weight it's staggering. they put their whole spine behind it and they push and they say it's normal!
this horrible world they live in. disgusted and also obsessed.
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when he holds you tighter as he fucks into you and his thrusts are getting faster and desperate snd erratic and his face is buried in ur neck and he's got a fistful of your hair and he can't stop telling you your tight, warm pussy is his and only his in needy growls
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