Robbie, some kind of engineer, atheist, cyclist, weird sex person, unrepentant “choice feminist,” fan of specificity, looking out for the in-between people· they/them · Crafting sideblog is @craftingcreature
I wish I could find it now, but there’s a great quote talking about how chess is a vice that distracts young men from more important intellectual pursuits.
The way twitter and tiktok talk about dopamine responses you would think everyone was posting from a convent
You can make anything you hate in a "pathology" by writing about how it triggers a dopamine response: food, sex, social media, pop music, whatever.
And because you use big words, people will take it seriously when you speak, even if what you are saying is "doing something enjoyable is bad because it weakens your moral fiber." Because you didn't say those words, you said "this behavior rewirses your brain by triggering a dopamine response."
When quite literally any form of pleasure triggers a dopamine response! When I beat someone online at chess, it makes me happy. Does that mean chess is "the same as any addictive drug."
I joke, but the funny thing is, people did used to say this about pleasures we now see as enriching or classy. Reading novels was supposed to rot your brain, and Beethoven was too stimulating and could ruin your morals.
Men’s sexuality is good. Including the weird stuff. Including the weird stuff I don’t personally like.
I cannot express how jarring it was after being raised by a "Porn Addiction Coach" to get into a relationship with a woman and come face to face with the fact that she did actually want me to sexually desire her.
Like, in Evangelical Purity Culture, male desire was basically poison. It was a threat. It was this constant temptation that would destroy everything. And even after leaving, in the sort of queer, feminist spaces i spend most of my time in that wasn't something that pretty much anyone was spending time actively dissuading me from feeling.
But my desire is good. It's not something that I'm being accepted in spite of. It's a positive thing. It's a bonus. Not even just vanilla stuff, all the stuff I'd convinced myself were these weird terrible desires that were shameful to have.
It honestly took me over a decade to fully accept that. To stop dissociating during sex and confront that I was, in fact, being a massive perv and that was fantastic and preferable and that I could accept that into my self-image without shame or self hatred.
But it's important to do. It's important to leave relationships that don't welcome that part of you. To know that your sexuality is valuable and valid and worth owning and celebrating. Because the alternative is just...not being. Either existing as yourself and repressing the part of your identity that is sexual or allowing that sexuality to exist but turning off your self while it does.
from “For the Love of Spock” (George Takei talking about the time when they wanted to cut him and Nichols/Uhura out of Star Trek and Nimoy was having none of it)
I did it! I started working on this one January 1, and now it's finished.
Still un-blocked, but all the ends are all woven in and the weather was perfect to go out at lunch for some photos. This is my first attempt at an adult sweater in about 12 years, and I think I achieved the fit I wanted! (I hope it doesn’t grow in length too much with blocking because the length of the body is really good as-is.)
Pattern is Honeycomb Aran by Gayle Bunn, and the yarn is KnitPicks Simply Wool Worsted in color “Winnie.” I only used about 6.5 skeins for size S.
Currently in turtleneck status, but the collar is supposed to be folded in half inward and sewn down. I’m working on figuring out the best technique for that.