Additions:
Main list,
The Ship Who Sang (novel)
Honorable mention:
Runaway To The Stars (graphic novel in progress, Jay Eaton; HIGHLY recommend)
REMOVED:
Duskers. It actually makes me just feel better when playing it, and alleviates this instead of causing it.
Recommendations by others,
Tobias' arc from Animorphs
A Closed and Common Orbit by Becky Chambers
So I just had the thought that, while I don't want to leave the country for my safety because I'd rather not choose my safety over the safety of those who can't flee... I don't think anybody actually wants my help, so I'd just be staying for nothing.
This might not be true, but I've precious little evidence to the contrary.
Anybody got any fuckin' suggestions? I'm nearing 40, I think further change to myself at this point may be increasingly difficult and fruitless to attempt, but I can't help but be open to the suggestion.
But mostly I just want to help out and am tired of this getting in the way.
re: cw depressed, vague political org whining
D'ya know, I actually have tried just keeping my head down and doing what I was supposed to, and somehow I feel like it didn't help. When I talk to people, they get uncomfortable. When I don't talk to people, they get uncomfortable. It does my mental health no goddamn favors either way.
cw depressed, brief self-harmful thought, vague political org whining, fear of self
I don't wanna lead. Thankfully nobody's asking me to. But there's also nobody presently I can follow. The last time I tried to throw in with some folks, I was hounded out because they conflated their comfort with their safety, and decided I was unsafe.
I actually *am* sorry that I don't know what is and is not appropriate about my life and childhood to talk about. I don't have a very good baseline of what's normal. I actually *am* sorry that I find horror films comforting. I actually *am* sorry that when shit gets bad, my filters break down a bit and NT folks look at me like I've grown a second head and decide I'm a monster. I really do try.
I don't know how to organize with others. I just wanna take part in revolutionary actions by, like, washing the goddamn dishes or something. Doing work that needs done. Helping set up tables or whatever. And nobody wants me to. When I try, they decide I'm awful, then decide why and how I'm awful (they never agree on what kind of problematic I am, it's always different every time), and offer no reasonable means of recourse because they're afraid of looking like the bad guys. And every time, it makes me wanna die.
It's very easy for me to believe I actually am awful. Maybe I am. Nobody here would be able to tell. Awful people are so dreadfully deceptive; maybe they don't even know.
But either way I suspect there's a strain of godawful ableism in the Murrican left that can just go fuck itself.
In the early 1400s, Edward, Duke of York wrote a hunting and game guide that included a list of over a thousand "names for all manner of hounds."
Some good ones:
Cachefaste
Honeydewe
Symfonye
Garlik
Christabell
Terry
Havegoodday
Lewde
Rage
Crabbe
Beste-of-all
Pretyman
Pretiboy
Joliboye
Mercurye
Oribull
Brente
A paper including the list of names: https://www.academia.edu/44222801/THE_NAMES_OF_ALL_MANNER_OF_HOUNDS_A_UNIQUE_INVENTORY_IN_A_FIFTEENTH_CENTURY_MANUSCRIPT
A copy of the manuscript at auction: https://www.christies.com/en/lot/lot-4654654
In all actuality my gender would be a probability cloud anyway, and the closer you measure it, the bigger the cloud gets.
Transfemme nonbinary, ADHD, autistic, PTSD and prolly CPTSD, OCD and generalized anxiety disorders.
I may forget to properly CW some subjects; I'm trying to learn good habits, but I often think about matters such as death and suicide, traumatic childhood events such as bullying and an attempted murder, altered states of consciousness, and the vast range of conditions that lie between what we call alive and what we call dead. I also may talk about food, though I understand how that can be a problem.
Often unitary but my system includes Molly (she/her or sie/hir), Anne (she/her or sie/hir), The Firebrand (@#$% or other symbols), and The Shrew (pronouns uncertain)