In 2019 we grow from sex positivity to sex responsibility, meaning we:
call out shitty people who are just abusers and using kink/polyamory to mask it and stop supporting them
recognize that sometimes hypersexuality can be a form a self-harm for some people
keep kinks and fetishes in appropriate spaces and not bringing them out into general public spaces and thereby involving people in scenes they aren’t consenting to
understand that some fetishes are inherently unhealthy and some illegal to actually engage in for good reason and ignoring that is irresponsible at best
Wearing men’s deodorant and watching the straight girls I work with faces’ become Confused and Attracted because I smell like a Hot Guy™ (their words) is a bisexual power move and you can’t tell me otherwise.
Plus, for the first couple of days you also feel constantly Confused and Attracted and where is the Hot Guy™? And then you realize that the Hot Guy™ was you all along.
TIL the Dung Beetle is the only known insect that uses the Milky Way as a reference to move in a straight line despite not being able to see individual stars. Scientists initially thought they were using the moon, however they still moved in a straight line on moonless nights.
I fucking hate space, I hate the universe, I hate science and I hate when shit like this happens. how in the fuck does a wholr species of fucking insects know to look up at the sky at all let alone actually follow the direction of a whole fucking galaxy. why the shit was I even born. why do I exist. this pisses me the fuck off. I wish I was dead
as much as we all adore the profusion of the arts and humanities across this genre, please stop for moment and consider this alongside them: science, and more specifically, medicine, in relation to dark academic texts.
think about pale-eyed boys and dark-haired girls who always carry the scent of formaldehyde around with them like cologne or perfume. it is this, and not any trace of cigarette smoke that might cling to the collars of their peers, that makes them smell like death. for whatever else they might be, they’re not stupid, and they’ve seen the damage that those things can do to even the healthiest pair of human lungs.
and when you think about them, think also of dark and bitter chocolate; of spice jars stacked up in the kitchen; and of one hundred and one different herbal teas, all brewed at home from the plants that sit on every window sill, and every spare surface that is not taken up by stacks and stacks of books.
think of late nights spent in the darkest nooks and crannies of the library. not just in the study of anatomy and physiology, either, but also in the study of astronomy, psychology, languages, philosophy, literature …
think of those scholars, obsessed with mary shelley’s frankenstein, some of whom now posses the knowledge to recreate it. or so they think. think of them in graveyards in the early hours, digging, knee- and elbow-deep in the dirt.
think of the eery blue light of bunsen burner flames flickering in a room that is otherwise dark, while substances and solutions bubble away above them. the girls who brew these potions form a new kind of coven of witches, whose goddess is Science, and whose goal is Knowledge.
think of plague doctor masks hanging on the walls.
think of cold hands and chapped lips and some skin being so pale that it’s almost translucent; of veins that stand out like a roadmap in their wrists, coloured in purple, blue and green; of hollow eyes, which are also purple, and this because of exhaustion.
they seem so fragile. but what about the boys with stitches and scars underneath their smart clothes, and slings upon their arms? these are boys who will break their own bones and each others’ in the name of perfecting their craft.
think of the experiments that they will all conduct, both the physical and the psychological; think of all the journals, filled by several spidery hands at once, by obsessive scrawls that spiral rapidly towards the illegible as they discover something they could have scarcely even imagined before.
think of how foreign latin and greek feel upon their tongues until they really immerse themselves in the history of medicine. the different traditions. the diverse cultures. soon they are reading and speaking these languages with ease, and ancient persian and mandarin too.
think of the diagrams they draw, the details of which have been painstakingly copied from their source text. think of boys with pencils tucked behind their ears, and of girls with their long hair trailing into their ink wells.
Good afternoon, and thank you all for being here. During these proceedings we will determine how to properly deal with men who wear shorts in temperature lower than 32 degrees Fahrenheit, or 0 degrees Celsius
ride by on rollerskates and spray paint their exposed legs a stunning mauve hue
Midnight Caffeine 