This is one reason why Terramagne-America has a healthier view of sexuality, with consequently lower rates of teen pregnancy and other problems related to not knowing how to handle a crotch safely. The good high schools have sex ed that looks kind of like this, and the banana option for people who don't want explicit demonstrations. Once you are old enough for legal consent, you better know what you're doing; age-appropriate materials are available for younger classes. Similar content is very widely available online -- especially in the darknet. One of its more thriving uses is spreading accurate sexual information, along with the regular supply of pr0n, to places that don't want people to have that data. So hey, you can educate your kids, or Kraken can do it for you.
Yes, I have supervillains who are better at sex ed than most high schools. LOL
so that it might have stood up on its own.
I wished I could have known its previous owner;
not just a London wife who had outgrown
the kind of life that needs a scarlet dress,
but a starlet, rubbing ice cubes on her breasts
to keep them pert. She'd sleep cocooned in corsets,
she'd be the broad who walked into the office
that drink-fogged Monday, something on her mind,
fur-lapped, with trembling lips, or a barefoot bride
skipping town, thumbing trucks down on neon strips.
Praying, I tugged the zip and slipped inside
another woman's skin, as if her sweat
had stiffened the seams like a salt-rimmed glass.
Oh, I was tits and hourglass hips and ass,
a viciously nipped waist, its hold as delicious
as a lover's embrace.
Of course, it kept its shape
later, when I stepped out of it. The rude
shock of nipples and dark cloud of hair
(no underwear) - I walked, like treading water
warily to bed, my skins pale lustre
somehow more flawed, nude as a shucked oyster.
I do magic because it works. I am a devout empiricist; I don't care what other people say, I care what I can observe. What I observe is that I get better results from behaving as if magic works than as if it does not, as if there are divine beings than as if there are not, and so forth. I'm always looking for the model that delivers the best results.
Hence Paganism, doing science to magic and magic to science, and often annoying people on both sides of the field. But to me it's not a pair of pigeonholes. It's a torc, bent so that the two ends face each other and sparks dance across the gap that holds things like quantum mechanics.
One thing I've noticed is that climate change is changing how magic works. This is not actually new, same thing happened when the Ice Age conked out, and wow was changing the climate inside a human lifetime something I did not need to see again. But at least I know how fast Gaia can move when she feels like it: quite a lot faster than most humans think. Anyhow, it used to be the case that weather was fairly amenable to human input, if one had the relevant talent, skills, and/or knowledge. Moods, yes, but mercurial ones; the clouds might ignore a request sometimes, but most of the time would mind a good weatherworker. Now, not so much. Trying to talk to the weather spirits now is like trying to talk to someone on a rampage beating cars with a bat. O. Kay. Then. 0_o So I learned, partly with input from some Pagan friends, to nudge the weather in less psychotic directions by asking the land spirits to intervene. "Hey, could you ask them to tone it down enough to avoid tearing loose the trees?" It helps.
Another thing is thinking about context. I've landscaped the yard for wildlife and human benefit. Much of it is modeled after ecosystems -- the prairie garden, the savannah, the forest. So too the magic is built into it, layers of shields for protection, and one other thing. I created a kind of large-scale deadman switch, so that if civilization collapses, it will pull the handle on what amounts to an ecological life-raft. Energy comes up from the node, hits the tight package of biodiversity, and then spreads outward carrying the plants and animals with it into what is currently barren monoculture. Hopefully we won't need it, but it's there just in case.
Even in its dormant form, that kind of magic has influence. One day a storm snapped a tree about 20 feet up from the ground. I did a little quick research, discovered that standing snags are useful, and decided to leave it. But there was all the rest of the tree in the way. So we had that cut into firewood and reduced to wood chips. Yay, mulch pile! And here's where it gets interesting. The mulch pile came into existence, and then it rained for two days straight. On the third day, I went out to look at the new mulch pile. It was already fully inhabited. I could see webs of fungus spread over it. There were pillbugs, beetles, centipedes, and spiders crawling through it. Curious, I poked the chips with my trowel, and out hopped a toad. The detritus food chain here at Fieldhaven is three days to apex. Three days, mind you, not three weeks or three months. That interfaces with the macro food chain through small vertebrates such as toads and birds. The whole process worked in miniature as soon as a situation called for it. Great job on the storm drill, folks.
A lot of what I do with magic just comes down to making things work better, faster, more focused.
- Are you old enough to remember DOS as an everyday thing?
- If so, what DOS commands do you know/remember?
- Did you have any DOS games that you still have and play, or can't play any more because they won't run under your current OS or else run too fast now?
- Could you write a batch file, right now, if you had to?
- Is there anything you prefer about command-line operating systems as opposed to GUIs?
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What can you do with $50 of canned tuna?
Curried Tuna Sandwiches
Tuna Quesadillas (if some people don't like salsa, serve it on the side)
Tuna Stuffed Mushrooms
Canned Tuna Recipes (Allrecipes)
Canned Tuna Recipes (Allyou)
Canned Tuna Recipes (Epicurious)
The trees of the mind are black. The light is blue.
The grasses unload their griefs on my feet as if I were God
Prickling my ankles and murmuring of their humility
Fumy, spiritous mists inhabit this place.
Separated from my house by a row of headstones.
I simply cannot see where there is to get to.
The moon is no door. It is a face in its own right,
White as a knuckle and terribly upset.
It drags the sea after it like a dark crime; it is quiet
With the O-gape of complete despair. I live here.
Twice on Sunday, the bells startle the sky —
Eight great tongues affirming the Resurrection
At the end, they soberly bong out their names.
The yew tree points up, it has a Gothic shape.
The eyes lift after it and find the moon.
The moon is my mother. She is not sweet like Mary.
Her blue garments unloose small bats and owls.
How I would like to believe in tenderness –
The face of the effigy, gentled by candles,
Bending, on me in particular, its mild eyes.
I have fallen a long way. Clouds are flowering
Blue and mystical over the face of the stars
Inside the church, the saints will all be blue,
Floating on their delicate feet over the cold pews,
Their hands and faces stiff with holiness.
The moon sees nothing of this. She is bald and wild.
And the message of the yew tree is blackness – blackness and silence.
When you include notes about content, and your policies, that helps people make more informed and mindful decisions about their lives. When you include tools -- you may ask for an alternate assignment, here is the quiet room, this is a handout of coping skills because this class handles historic atrocities, if you are having lots of trouble please visit in my office so we can discuss it, etc. -- that teaches people how to handle challenges in effective ways that build resilience. There are rocks, but you can climb over them. Here is a rope.
When you do not include notes, you deny people the chance to select the classes that are the best fit for them and to cope with materials presented in progress. There are rocks and people are dropped on their heads. If you sustain a concussion it is because you are a pussy, not because the rocks are sharp.
When you include notes but not tools, and allow people to dodge material without compensating in any way, that is coddling. The rocks are taken out of the way. Now nobody can learn how to climb rocks in a relatively safe environment.
The complaints about trigger warnings basically say: "It is okay to hurt people. It is not okay if you want people NOT to hurt you. Just get used to being hurt, you pussy." Because really? If you have triggers, there is no getting away from them. The world whacks them all the time. Especially if they are about sex or violence or both. And pressuring people to remain silent about being hurt just gets more people hurt, which is also not okay.
When you put content notes or trigger warnings on a class, story, or other material it says: "I am choosing to deal with controversial topics. I want to understand what happens in the world and hopefully that will help make it a better place. I want to make it as accessible as possible so that more people can deal with these topics in a safe way." You don't go into shop class and NOT have safety goggles, I hope. If you're talking about things like rape or mass murder, and especially about some crackpot thinking those are jolly good ideas, then folks need to know that appropriate safety measures are in place.
Seriously, look around: If there are women, about a quarter of them have experienced sexual violence personally and the rest have at least fended off smarmy approaches. Probably at least one or two of the men are survivors too. If there are Jews, they will be sensitive about the Holocaust and probably Israeli politics. If there are black people, they will be sensitive about slavery and racism. If there are poor people, they will probably be touchy about some money issues. And if the group is a monoculture, that's likely to cause problems on its own and is not an ideal learning environment. Explaining the parameters for handling challenges is just part of running a smooth class or other activity. It is not fun for anybody if somebody has a panic attack because they got blindsided. It is not effective if people blank out because the material is ghastly and no coping methods are available.
Of course, not everyone is equally good at listing triggers, and it does take time. So if that's expected at college, you have to allow the extra time and make sure there's a backup person for teachers who aren't good at it. (Inaccurate warnings are worse than useless.) If you're doing it as a writer, you can just ask your audience to tell you if they think more warnings are advisable.
Admit impediments. Love is not love
Which alters when it alteration finds,
Or bends with the remover to remove:
O no! it is an ever-fixed mark
That looks on tempests and is never shaken;
It is the star to every wandering bark,
Whose worth’s unknown, although his height be taken
Love’s not Time’s fool, though rosy lips and cheeks
Within his bending sickle’s compass come:
Love alters not with his brief hours and weeks,
But bears it out even to the edge of doom.
If this be error and upon me proved,
I never writ, nor no man ever loved.
I have a linkback poem, "Ramping Up the Fun" (22 verses, Polychrome Heroics).
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WARNING: This poem contains intense material which some readers may find disturbing. Highlight for more detailed warnings, some of which are spoilers. It features maladaptive thought patterns, petty rulebreaking, racist and other vulgar language, gossip, smoking, a nanotech terror weapon, flashbacks, traumatic amputation, an understandable but misguided violent response from the guards, graphic description of injuries and treatment, extreme discomfort with vulnerability, nonstandard response to pain, PTSD and acute stress reaction, and other challenges. Various people offer all kinds of support, Shiv's receptivity is patchy at best, and he is slowly improving. If these are touchy topics for you, please consider your tastes and headspace before deciding whether you want to read this right now.
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What annoys me is that a small number of people have caused problems for a large number of people, and disrupted an established award, just to promote their own limited agenda. Seriously, if you want to bark up some group of writers or works, you should really just launch a new award for that. This is why we have thematic awards like the Tiptree, Lambda, Chesley, Pegasus, etc. It's why I looked at early crowdfunding and put up the Rose & Bay Awards because at the time most others banned or were hostile to crowdfunded works and I didn't want to wait around for someone else to start one. Trying to hijack an existing, general award to promote a narrow theme is not just rude, it's lazy.