So I’m writing a series called “after the island” and it’s on AO3 and it started out as one thing and rapidly turned into a series of stories about being queer in the ‘70s. Which inevitably will lead to a series of stories about being queer in the '80s. And everything that entailed, which was brutal. I’m not going to lie. I was born in the '60s and having the opportunity to write about people and places that aren’t with us anymore has come to mean a great deal to me and I’ll probably be writing this series until the day I die even if people stop reading it. Lol.
I just hope that the world never goes back to a lot of the dark places the queer community has been in my lifetime and I hope I’m able to get across the joy we experienced as well as the pain.
I also hope that should the world take a turn for the worse, these stories will be helpful to somebody out there the way they would have been to me back in the day.
I think I will always write this series with love and remembrance until I myself am in need of remembrance. ❤️
Roald Dahl on Measles: “Olivia, my eldest daughter, caught measles when she was seven years old. As the illness took its usual course I can remember reading to her often in bed and not feeling particularly alarmed about it. Then one morning, when she was well on the road to recovery, I was sitting on her bed showing her how to fashion little animals out of coloured pipe-cleaners, and when it came to her turn to make one herself, I noticed that her fingers and her mind were not working together and she couldn’t do anything.
‘Are you feeling all right?’ I asked her.
'I feel all sleepy,’ she said.
In an hour, she was unconscious. In twelve hours she was dead.
The measles had turned into a terrible thing called measles encephalitis and there was nothing the doctors could do to save her. That was…in 1962, but even now, if a child with measles happens to develop the same deadly reaction from measles as Olivia did, there would still be nothing the doctors could do to help her. On the other hand, there is today something that parents can do to make sure that this sort of tragedy does not happen to a child of theirs. They can insist that their child is immunised against measles.
…I dedicated two of my books to Olivia, the first was ‘James and the Giant Peach’. That was when she was still alive. The second was ‘The BFG’, dedicated to her memory after she had died from measles. You will see her name at the beginning of each of these books. And I know how happy she would be if only she could know that her death had helped to save a good deal of illness and death among other children.”
you guys need to be normal about people who don’t like penetration. people who don’t get hard easily. people who finish quickly. people who participate in kink without having sex. people who don’t like being touched. people who don’t like giving head. people who only like penetration. people who (almost) always squirt. people who take a long time to cum. people who have a hard time getting wet. people who don’t talk during sex or anything else that is not part of the way you think people or bodies should behave during sex
i hope it’s okay for me to add onto this:
people who are anorgasmic
people whose sex drive fluctuates extremely and/or unpredictably
people who don’t make eye contact during sex
people who don’t enjoy kissing
people with sensory issues
people who don’t know what they enjoy and need a little time/guidance to figure it out
trans people who don’t have sex in the “expected” way (e.g. trans men who don’t enjoy bottoming, trans women who don’t enjoy topping)
stone butches and service tops (ties into the “people who don’t want to be touched” thing)
pillow princesses (it is not “selfish” to enjoy receiving but not giving)
doms/sadists
accessibility aids
ace/aro people (just, like, in general)
Why would anybody not be normal about these things? Humans come in every conceivable variety and anything that goes on between consenting adults is A. Not my business and B. Terrific as long as no one ends up in the ER.
Why does Kirk have a chess set on display, a chess set when he has hardly anything else of meaning, on display in his personal quarters?
It could have been stored under his bed, in his closet, literally anywhere else that wasn’t by his direct working space in his room.
We hardly ever see Jim playing chess, besides when he is playing with Spock, and their rooms are conjoined, and do you see where I’m going with this?
The chess set isn’t necessarily for Jim, it’s for Spock, because having it there makes it quick and available when the Vulcan wants to play-
And it reminds him of Spock when he’s working, of the ’totally platonic, small, random, definitely not important,’bond they share. Of his T'hy'la, and his friend, and the first officer he can always count on and-
It’s totally, most definitely, platonic.
In a way, at least, it’s the Spock equivalent of the picture Kirk has with McCoy, and I think that’s lovely.
