[Image description: Screen shot of a social media post: Why wen u say “i had a dream about u” ppl always assume sexual shit [frown emoji]. no bitch You fought well but died by my sword [3 laughing with tears emojis]. Description ends]
Serious question from an aroace person: Do allos really routinely have sex-themed dreams as much as this implies? Or is this just a form of teasing?
Quoted tags:
#i’m aroace and have sex dreams every now and then #i’m also sex averse irl but for some reason not in my dreams???
I’m aroace, and sex positive (aegosexual). I’m also well into my middle age and can count the number of sex dreams I’ve had on the fingers of one hand, and still have fingers left over (and I tend to remember at least one dream from most nights).
I think the last time I had a sex dream was something like 12 years ago, sexual attraction had nothing to do with the reasoning, and the “other party” found an excuse not to go through with it before I woke up (every character in your dreams is simply a different facet of your dream p.o.v. character).
This was also several years before I knew the Ace & Aro Spectra were even options. Chalk this up to evidence that I’ve always been queer, without “Social media influence.”
You know what’s cool? I used to identify heavily as a lesbian when I was growing up. I’m technically a bi trans/nonbinary guy now, but I also hold space for a lesbian identity for myself. It was super formative and I don’t mind being a he/they lesbian bc it’s cool as fuck.
And women are so pretty so there
When it comes to chronological age, my mother often said that we are every age we’ve ever been – like matryoshka (nesting) dolls. And that, depending on the moment, we could be acting from whatever age we have available.*
I don’t see any reason why that wouldn’t also be true of our accumulated self-identities and orientations.
*Her conclusion was that most of us cruise through the world as ten-year olds, except when we’re scared and under stress. Then, we revert to two, and want our mommies.
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reblog this and put in the tags something you watched that terrified you as a child. i was so scared of the hot sauce in spongebob that i refused to be in the room when it was on
In the musical Scrooge when Marley (Alec Guiness) undoes the sling around his jaw so it can fall/stretch to the floor and he can howl horribly to get Scrooge’s attention properly
When you hear the words “big green apple,” can you picture the fruit in your mind? Or is it represented some other way rather than as a vivid, or perhaps less vivid but still identifiable, visual image?
I think most of us assume we all have the same ability to “see” beyond our eyes, to generate a mental image of an object, a face, a moment in time. But recently, my dear friend Annika said when she thinks about a person, place, or thing, her mind’s eye sees nothing at all. In fact, more than five decades into her life she had no idea other people can truly “see” with their eyes closed, or beyond what’s in front of them with eyes open. She didn’t think “mind’s eye” was literal. She wasn’t happy about this news.
Annika’s dreams are visual experiences, but when she’s awake, she is, if I may, memory blind. At night, lying in the dark, she can’t envision her mom’s face or a sunflower or the words on her to-do list. (I suspect related: Her mind’s ear can’t “hear” a song being played or sung if it’s not actually audible.) “I know things, and I think about what I need to do and problems I have, but I can’t see anything,” she said. She can’t quite explain that “knowing,” but her organizational, artistic, and other abilities have not suffered in the least: The girl is a super computer when it comes to generating ideas and moving them from thought to reality. She happens to have a terrific eye for color and room design, in fact, and mixes and matches beautifully—which impresses me all the more now that I know she doesn’t get a preview of her choices.
Aphantasia is the term for the inability to form a mental picture, and I suspect some people reading this live with its effects. Scientists suggest about one in 100 people lack a functioning mind’s eye, but I wonder if it’s actually more common and we don’t know because, assuming parity, few of us bother to ask around.
Talking this through with my aphantasic (?) friend and her family members, we concluded we’re all on a spectrum when it comes to mental imaging. Her son bragged about his super-vivid mental pictures in 3-D, which he can flip and turn, and grow and shrink, as if maneuvering them on a computer screen. My friend’s sister is similarly well equipped.
As for me, I can generate images, but the more I try to zoom in on the details, especially of faces, the more they seem to scoot away; I have to chase them around in the back of my head as they’re fading from view. I’m quite sure both my parents had a solid mind’s eye; I recall my dad, especially, squinting into the air to peer inside his brain when trying to come up with “the actor who was in that movie” or an elusive line of poetry or a memorable story. My brother, too, looks off into the distance to where his visual memories lurk.
Recently scientists discovered that in people with aphantasia who attempt to form a mental picture, visual processing areas of the brain light up even if no image appears. The study, published in January in Current Biology, suggests aphantasia is not caused by a complete deficit in visual processing (as previously thought), but that the processing activity simply doesn’t translate into conscious experience. There’s a missing link.
This all makes me wonder, as visual-reconstruction AI becomes more of a thing, what will IT recreate from the brain of someone without a working mind’s eye? Can it see what the person can’t?
Then we had a lower-tech idea. What if Annika and her son, with their very different “seeing” ability, each described the same person to a courtroom illustrator? Would her son’s description be more detailed and accurate because of the mental image he’s working from? Or does my friend’s hard-to-describe “knowing” give her an edge of some kind?
I hope we’ll actually get to do this, because it would be pretty neat. Even neater, of course, would be to strap her into that visual AI technology and see what comes out. Either way, if we follow through, I’ll tell you all about it here.
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Everyone has the right to education. Education shall be free, at least in the elementary and fundamental stages. Elementary education shall be compulsory. Technical and professional education shall be made generally available and higher education
Education shall be directed to the full development of the human personality and to the strengthening of respect for human rights and fundamental freedoms. It shall promote understanding, tolerance and friendship among all nations, racial or religious groups, and shall further the activities of the United Nations for the maintenance of peace.
Parents have a prior right to choose the kind of education that shall be given to their children.
In asking for the prior right to be removed:
Remove The Right
Remove a parents prior right to choose a child’s education Whenever that prior right is tainted by schools, health consultants or local authorities As it is known that this tainting leads to a special segregated education
When it is proven that that right removes any right to a free education Whenever that prior right leads to an imbalance in power and previlege As it is known that societal imbalance further undermines we in special and segregated education
Where it is proven the full development of personality is excluded from education Whenever that prior right pushes the child into a mode of communal separation As it is known the lack of real friendships undermines us in special and segregated education
When the establishment demonstrates there are no human rights within that education Whenever that prior right supports order, rules maintenance and the general schools behaviour
As it is known this is a further form of separation for we in special and segregated education
Where fundamental freedoms are glibly removed by institutions involved in education Whenever that prior right leads to unchecked freedoms to abuse, threaten and bully As it is known that peers and leaders use these tools in special and segregated education
Where these same others demonstrate no understanding, tolerance or friendship in education Whenever that prior right enables those same un-useful tools to be used with monotonous regularity As it is known that many can get away with too much in special and segregated education
When discrimination against anyone with protected characteristics is present in education Whenever that prior right precipitates the many evils practiced behind closed doors As it is known to be true by those of us forced to endure special and segregated education
Where there is no consideration for the maintenance of the activity of peace in education Whenever that prior right is exercised to the detriment of the growth of the child As it is known that the child never really gets a chance in special and segregated education
Richard Downes 12th November 2020 (From the Declaration Series)
Issued Tissue Papers
I strode through the flames of hell to beat Satan with a cricket bat becoming in that very moment king for the day and like all kings I luxuriated and refused to give up my throne. Thus remaining monarch of the glen or a new Satan in the making. Extolling all my betters into positions of false security, getting them to sign contracts, awarding pensions, signing off all papers with ‘There. Let this be your flatulent wilderness’. Idiots.
Aah but I was good. Strong. inflexible. Metallic. Iron except at night. Then I dream’t. Dreams became vision. Visions became real. I built new towers, leaving everyone in shadow. My economics were good. The economy made money. Money was good. It was what people wanted. They wanted more. They all did. It was their drug. Problems only arose when wanting more became wanting less. Indulgence confused them. Confusion became painful. Regrets I’ve had a few. One of the biggest was the Tower’s utility as a means of resolving the issue. Made a right mess of the concrete. Still a messy pavement mean’t employment for someone. Employment means money and money is good except money is blinding. Not that blindness was ever a problem
Some take that as a sign of the system not caring. Cares enough to give them the moolah. Some looked beyond the system and suggested the system was fine, its the leader that was wrong. People like that always made me happy. I’d kept hold of the Satan bashing bat. These people….. the rebels…. Need to stop. Wake up. If I catch a cold I sneeze. If I cut myself I bleed. I can’t please most of the people most of the time.
Makes me wonder what they’ve really got against me. I make things so simple for them. WHERE IS THE LOVE. Its the money or bat. What do you want for nothing. People pleeeaaase. Stop screwing me over.
And then there’s the survivors. Those cats who say they knew me when…. When I was a better person. A love lorn loser artist keen on the word. I abhorred the word just as the word abhorred me. That’s why the old fellow had to go. Depart the scorched earth. Flatulent deserts. 40 days and 40 nights farting around. To the survivors a question. What does anyone really know about me now? Its true. I was someone else before. Another now. You only speak from survivor privilege. You can’t wage survivor war on me. Remember survival is only partly secure in the culture I made. Don’t cancel it. Don’t take this as a slight. Just get on with it.
Life ain’t black and white. There ain’t no pigeon hole I fit in. Your comments, intrusions, accusations are as used tissue to me now, resident in a recycled bin bag of despair. I take the words. I eat them. My digestion is strong. I can take your vileness as well as take the glory. Remember this day forever. Remember there is no shadow without light. Take heed of the approaching darkness. Look to the Tower. Be thankful for it. It has housed you. Kept you from the street. Our roots go deep but the structure is high. The Tower stands between you and the light. The Tower creates shadow so you will never become fully blind. But the Tower demands input. The Tower demands work. Maintenance. Cleanliness. Ornate decoration. The Tower deserves tinsel. Merits silver and gold. The Tower presents opportunity. Opportunity is good. Opportunity makes money. Money is good. This is why you love money. Money recognises and pays tribute to the Tower. the Tower is good. The Tower is good. The Tower is mine.
Yet there are still those who say they knew me when….. They say I said….. They have the rights I give but they cannot and should not try to hold me to account. Not on the basis of a word.
Girls? People want to know about the women. Why haven’t I settled? Why isn’t there a someone? Women and money. Critics and supporters both the same. Its all collateral to them. Something to make their world go round. Yet another tabloid expose. I don’t know why I still let them sell the news. Publicity. Good publicity or bad. You know what they like. Salaciousness. Publicity like money, like the Tower is good. And women are good too even when you want them to be bad. The expectation of the would be nation is the king will build a dynasty. Someone will follow one day. But its not like that for me. Dynasty’s have names. A name is a word. You know how I feel about words. I will not treat women like others have before me. Many temporary assignations will suit us all. They see inside the Tower. They are treated well. Make money. Get publicity. The whole world’s the same. They get what they came for. I’m not complaining. I’m not attached. Freedom is the aim for everyone. Freedom is good. Freedom must be the aim for everyone.
People get by. Most of them. Yes. Sometimes there’s a mess around the Tower. I’m not sure if people look back to the old ideas, the old divisions. Communism, capitalism. The old ideas are gone. No one ever really knew what they wanted. Preference was prejudice. That’s why so many mistakes were made. Bad leaders were the product of bad choices. That’s all. Its also not all. Its why choice was removed. Why I assumed control. In some ways the cricket bat is all that’s left. Everything else is just ancient history. My leadership demands the absence of choice. There is no responsibility. I am not responsible. You are not responsible. What is is. Is. Get on with is.
Evangelism for ideas…. Ideas based on words are gone. Dead. Defunct. No one needs an idea. Original thought. Whats that? Everything has been said. Models, theories, latter day algorithms all fake. All forms of control. All that nonsense simply oppressed people. Simply told them what to do. Removed all chance of freedom. Its different now. The clock has moved on. Yes. I know about the mess around the Tower. You keep on saying. You dare to indicate to me there is a problem as if I don’t understand that. I do understand. But I am not responsible. You are not responsible. We simply accept we do what we do. Why worry? Be happy. Be free.
Richard Downes 13th November 2020 (From the Desolation Series)
Please. Stop this. There is no in point telling me about your research into people who said they know me. These people who say what I said way back when. They are telling you words. The word is there are words. Words are reaching the end of their usefulness. Watch them fade as we learn to understand we are free. No longer controlled by the mendacity of false utterances.
Words form the basis of accreditation, qualification. Words bestow status. We get tied up with status. Those who bow to status, those who have status, are tied to the rigour of status. A student works. Work is good. The student steps through grades. The grades become a doctorate. The Doctor becomes a professor. The student, the doctor, the professor, they all pontificate. They pontificate from the low level of I want to the higher achievement of I am. I am. Listen to me I am. You are not I am. I am is a falsehood. The falsehood is built on falsehoods. People need to live, to work in the shadow, make money. Do good. Be good. That is all. Do good. Be good. Be. Down with words. Down with pontification. When doing good, being good, being. Be silent. Silence is good. Silence is the absence of words. Absence is freedom.
Don’t be fooled into thinking you can throw around an idea like liberty. Liberty is not freedom. Being is freedom. Equality? There you go another word. Throw around equality too. Be equal in birth. Be equal at school. Be involved in equal relationships. Be dead through dying equally on an equal date in an equal space. We talk. We used to talk of liberty, equality, rights. Putting great store in the words because the words were bigger, more valuable than be apparently. I have shown you that being is better. To be is to be free. Be. Throw your important words out and just be. When I went through the flames with my bat did I go looking for Satan with liberty, equality on my mind? Was I tethered by an idea. Did I let his status get in the way of a good thrashing. No. I did this because I was free to be. Free to be me. Choose freedom. be.
“Equality, ” You speak this word as if a wedding vow. You sanctify the noun. You pour water on it. You bring it to life. The life is false. The word is dead. Be. Work. Make money. All this is good. Toil in the shadow of love. Let me bring you love. Love is not a word, not another valuable, pompous redundant noun. Love is something you hold in your heart. Love is a feeling you feel here. Here in your heart. Love will surround you. Love they is all. Love is not all. This is the failing of love. Love demands prominence for itself. Love is cock and baloney. You cannot love if you refuse ot be. Being is all. From being comes love. Being is free. Do not get confused by malignant words. Refuse to accept ideas. Csast off your chains, the weight of ancient history. Be. Be good. Work. In work in being find love. Find what love is. Find what love is to you. But BE first.
I speak. I command. I use words as a currency to help you understand and yet when I do this, when I am clear with you as to the value of the currency you demonstrate that the currency has no value at all. You keep on going back through history, to something that someone said I said sometime ago before the clock moved on,before I came to be. This is your last chance to understand. Do not do this again. Satan felt the weight of the bat and you will feel it to if you persist.
Yes I was different then. I am no longer the same. My words had no value and yet people hung on to them. Gave them meaning. Meaning as the same value of the words that are dead. Meaning is as dormant as the idea it supports. Not dormant. Not sleeping. Dead. Like words the person I was died too. I became me when I decided to be. Yay though I walked through the valley of death I did so with a mighty bat in my hand and I walked. And as I walked I became taller. More erect. Stronger. I was not walking away I walked toward. And as I walked toward, towards something. I shook. And as I shook I sloughed off skin. Skin constrained with unguents. Soap and unguents. Cosmetic contraptions bought by someone who sought to give me pleasure. Who in giving pleasure sought to constrain me. Constrain my behaviours. Determine who I was allowed to exist as. And as these soaps and unguents failed to stand my shaking slowly I came to be. In being I could choose. In choosing to be someone I became whoever I wanted and as I entered into the valley I became soldier. In beating the menace who would end my journey I discovered all the teachers who ever sought to teach me were fake. As fake as their words as their ideas. No one of these paid witness to the soldier within. No one could see the soldier who could remove Satan, the scourge of Satan, the idea or the word of Satan. So it was I came to be. So it was the world became as it is. It is a good teaching that I teach that there are no good teachers. Take a lesson. Be
But note I am not your teacher. I am not a preacher. I am unqualified, unaccredited. I have not become my enemy. In being I have learned to see. Be and see. I see you are not being transparent. I see that you refuse to be in terms of how the natural law expects all to be. I see you are here as journalists…. the qualified, the accredited do. You are here to trick, to expose, to put a slant on me. You seek use words, express ideas, to reveal me. But you can’t. You can only reveal yourself. I can see and understand you and your confusion. You think I am using words ideas, expressing values through this currency but I am not. It is not my currency. It is your currency. My currency, my leadership, my lesson is simply in being. You cannot buy this currency of mine. I be. I see. I’m free. These are the words you will use. They are not mine. They left me. I gave them to you. I am not threatened by this. I have nothing to protect. Good and bad, I have defined these terms quite clear, no doubt, somehow…. somehow you feel the need to go back through ancient history, to defame my frame by evidencing who I was a while ago. Nurse. Bring me my bat.
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