makyo

Author, Beat Sabreuse, Skunks

Recovering techie with an MFA, working on like a kajillion writing projects at once. Check out the Post-Self cycle, Restless Town, A Wildness of the Heart, ally, and a whole lot of others.


Trans/nb, queer, polyam, median, constantly overwhelmed.


Current hyperfixation: SS14


Skunks&:

⏳ Slow Hours | 🪔 Beholden
🫴 Hold My Name | ✨ Motes
🌾 Rye | ★ What Right Have I
🌱 Dry Grass | ⚖️ True Name
🌺 May Then My Name

Icon by Mot, header by @cupsofjade

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Anonymous User asked:

For whichever Odists this best suits: Sometimes, I will lead somebody around, down a given path of inquiry or to certain conclusions. To encourage them to ask "the right questions." It ends up feeling like an elaborate game, particularly if they grow wise and lean into their part. Do you think manipulation of this sort is wrong, even when the purpose is benign or simply for play? For that matter, do you have any general thoughts on People and how they interact?

Spoiler level: consequential — mid Nevi'im, early Mitzvot

The Only Time I Know My True Name Is When I Dream
The Artemesians have a word for this: tuvårouni; “push-play”, they called it, a tension in all our dealings with others that enables us to overcome the inertia of comfort. If communication is the means by which ideas are expressed and transformed, then manipulation is how we engage in this push-play; if we all felt the same to begin with, after all, then why have words at all? Communication is manipulation, so this playfully benign qualifier describes teasing, not harm.
May Then My Name Die With Me
You are not wrong that communication contains at its heart manipulation. However it is more than just manipulation. It is more of a give-and-take than a push-and pull. This is the way in which people work: we make our arguments, yes, but we love, we dance, we offer and receive freely. You mention the framing of this question with its playful qualifier. That is a sort of boundary around the topic. Boundaries such as these must be kept. One must keep this push-play above board and open to disconsent. Consent is to be informed, as I have said before.
True Name
Yes; consent, after all, is ideally unambiguous and overt. But it is also true that consent can grow more playful, more implicit, more sly. This, I think, is an example of that tuvårouni, where one becomes more open to unanticipated, unplanned kinds of play. Play, perhaps, as in the insinuation that Ioan might grow some dandelions, yes?
May Then My Name
I…well, you are not wrong, there. It became a part of our relationship as we grew closer together. I am not sure that I would do the same thing, now, as the person that I have become; I would feel…well, manipulative. I do not think that would feel good at all.
True Name
But you do not feel bad now. Do those dandelions not remain in eir lawn? I have seen you come in with a dandelion behind your ear. Do you both not cherish them? Do you suppose Ioan resents that you convinced em to grow some dandelions?
May Then My Name
I will concede that point. You are correct. The dandelions remain and have not been uprooted. We both love them. That said, this growing of dandelions was intentional. I must have gotten that from somewhere, right? After all, I was pointed to em by you, and for the very explicit purpose of shaping the History.
True Name
It was not solely for that purpose; I did point you somewhere that I thought was best for all of us, true. But that somewhere was towards someone who could lift you up after your previous relationship; who could understand and so fairly present the story of our clade to others; who could capture the history of the System with only the best of intentions. I held all of these in balance when I wrote you that letter, May Then My Name.
May Then My Name
Do you feel that way still, now that you are getting coffee with em once a month?
True Name
…There is the sense that ey does not wholly trust me, and I am sore for that. I am sure that is in part because your relationship with em was all but arranged, for better or for worse. There is a cynicism in this kind of dual-intent. I stand by every word of that letter, but there was clearly harm in coupling what was sincere with what had utility to preserving the continuity of the System, and for that I do apologize.
May Then My Name
There was harm, yes, and I am not upset at where we have wound up and how. Both of these can be true at once. Both are true, my dear. And I must admit, it can be kind of fun.

(May Then My Name by me, True Name by my partner, @hamratza, who has been playing a fork of her on Wolfery.)



Anonymous User asked:

Who's the best in the clade at scrabble?

Spoiler level: none

Dear The Wheat And Rye Under The Stars:

I believe that would be me. As Praiseworthy shifted her attentions to arts administration and her own projects, I was forked to focus on writing and the art inherent in language.

That said, Where It Watches The Slow Hours Progress from the fifth stanza, who acts as script manager for a theatre company, has given me a run for my money several times, so perhaps we are on par.



Anonymous User asked:

What's the weirdest or most unexpected species an Odist ended up settling as?

Spoiler level: none

Serene; Sustained And Sustaining:

I spent six months as an oak standing beside a river. My roots ran deep and I drank of fresh, cool water. My boughs reached high and I felt that striving for the sun. My wood was strong, my bark was thick, my heart was alive and green with sap.

It was also incredibly fucking boring.



Anonymous User asked:

This one is not an IC ask, my apologies for the unfortunate timing. You will have to forgive the anonymity as well - I am nervous! It has been some months since we read the Post-Self cycle, and for the longest time we did not realize you were here on Cohost. If we had, I would have written you sooner! I wanted to thank you for your work. It turned some of our old views on their heads and inspired us to take a second look at ourselves and how we process things. We can confidently count Post-Self as one of the best collections of fiction we have read in recent memory, and I am certain we will continue to feel its ripples for some time to come. Yours is an uncommon talent, and we are ever thankful you chose to share it with the world.

Oh gosh oh gosh! Thank you so much! Absolutely no worries about the anonymity; it is a boundary well worth respecting.

The impact of the books has been far different than I had expected, and yet all the more wonderful for that. That it has led to several folks becoming skunks (myself included) and touched on a lot of thoughts on plurality (again, for myself included) was not something I planned on. I am pleased that it touched you as well, and I hope that it remains something positive for you as time goes on!