self-isolation can and will just straight-up kill you
i like snakes and a free palestine
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aside from the aforementioned affection towards snakes, i also hold a great deal of fondness in my heart for hollow knight (i am extremely normal™ about collector), rain world (miros birds are the best creature i will not be accepting criticism on this), command and conquer red alert 2 (kirov reporting), in stars and time (one must imagine sisyphus stuck in a time loop), and about a million other things.
i played through slay the princess and spent the whole game pretty much completely ignoring her in favor of dicking around with the narrator (there is no good ending because the narrator always dies) and the voices (contrarian is the best one), which probably says a lot about me (i am aromantic asexual (this will not stop me from rebugging horny™ shit that i am tangentially interested in)).
fuck it i'm a girl now (still he/they tho)
i also like to draw and make games & shit.
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in reply to @hthrflwrs's post:
gay sex is a balm against hyperindividualism if you do it fucked up and strange enough
connection, vulnerability, and being queer will save us
at least for now, the work is not just about imagining futures that center people and have compassion for them and are equitable, but recognizing the slippery, obfuscated, reality-bending present too—and trying to connect the dots between these things. i get there through queer, racial, and climate lenses most of the time. it’s really hard and rancid and beautiful at times!
Honestly I think it's lonely people and misfits trying to find love. Visually it's a lot of big boobs, but the characters all have that loneliness in common I think. Struggling with feeling apart from everyone else. Hadn't really thought about it until now
how would beings experience the world and express themselves, with bodies and minds of infinite synthetic or alien variation?
(i'll admit this may not be as much of a throughline yet but it is something i think about a lot)
Depression.
Also rejection of the status quo and asserting kindness over cruelty even if the characters involved are not the ones who should be handling the responsibility of the costs that inevitably come from it, because nobody is.
But mostly depression.
Trauma is sticky and sometimes the only value you have is so others can feel catharsis at not being you
Intentionally, I put emphasis on stories where setting, place, space, the environment is as significant as character or plot. That was my thesis in my architecture masters degree and I've continued to follow through on it.
Interestingly, I realized that, unintentionally, a number of stories I've written revolve around worlds that exist only inside people's minds, mental landscapes, places that have no material form but are no less 'real' despite that.
So I guess it'd be exploring the 'constructed environment', whether that has a material form (where the body lives) or an immaterial one (where the mind lives).
There's something weird going on underground and gay communists are going to save us all