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([personal profile] ysabetwordsmith Oct. 21st, 2017 03:55 pm)
This poem was written outside the regular prompt calls but follows on prompts from [personal profile] dialecticdreamer, [personal profile] ari_the_dodecahedron, [personal profile] zeeth_kyrah, and [personal profile] nsfwords. It also fills the "healthy touch" square in my 7-31-17 card for the Cottoncandy Bingo fest. It has been sponsored by Anthony & Shirley Barrette. This poem belongs to the Shiv thread of the Polychrome Heroics series. It relates to events in "An Atmosphere of Shame" and "Everything That Is Real About Us," so read those first or this won't make much sense.

Warning: This poem contains some intense material. Highlight to read the warnings, some of which are spoilers. It includes anxiety, forboding, fear of communication, many references to Shiv's awful past, because the inside of Shiv's head is always a warning, feeling trapped, boundary issues, impaired consent, talking about scars, extreme body modesty, touch aversion, references to past malpractice in mental care, touching which is unwanted but permitted, graphic description of past abuse, poor self-assessment skills regarding physical and mental complaints, defensive lying which has become a reflex to the point that Shiv often can't tell the truth even when it would benefit him more than a lie, vulgar language, resistance to help, minor violence (not directed at a person), emotional flashbacks, overload, desperation, scary basement memories, and other challenges. This poem may be extra-stressful for people with a history of therapeutic abuse, toilet abuse, and/or child molestation. If these are touchy topics for you, please consider your tastes and headspace before reading onward.

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But I am a little surprised there don't seem to be ebooks of the Pliocene Saga. Or a North American edition younger than about twenty years.
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([personal profile] rachelmanija Oct. 21st, 2017 05:18 pm)
I had tons of fun with FemslashEx, and highly recommend browsing the archive.

My recipient was [personal profile] iknowcommawrite aka Scioscribe, who wrote me two lovely Treats last Yuletide! FemslashEx allows prompts for original fiction, and this is the prompt I wrote for:

Female Revolutionary/Princess

Class issues, identity porn, loyalty kink, and compromised principles: hell yeah. I think ideally I would like this one in a fantasy world, but I’m open to other possibilities. I’d love to see about any variation on this I could think of. Is the revolutionary undercover in the palace, getting ready to overthrow the monarchy while falling for the princess? Is the princess on the run from the revolution, disguising herself, and falling in amongst the rebels? Do either of them begin to rethink their principles or their policies? Is the revolutionary agitating in the open, and the princess is intrigued by her radical ideas? Other things I’m totally here for: wearing a crown while being thoroughly debauched by a revolutionary, hurt/comfort, kneeling, undressing from gowns and corsets, and virgin princess/experienced revolutionary.

Isn't that great? I found it very inspiring.

I wrote Burn, an epistolatory exercise in Ultimate Identity Porn. The revolutionary hides her face to conceal her identity. The princess silences her voice to preserve her purity. They know each other. And they don't...
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([personal profile] coyotegoth Oct. 21st, 2017 05:08 pm)
As much as I like Alien3 (not least for its complete refusal to suck James Cameron's kneecaps), I would've totally dug an alien-free sequel in which Ripley finds herself working to re-adapt to a civilization 70 years past the one she left to join the Nostromo's crew, driving load lifters, dealing with her memories, and working to be a single parent for her (not legally) adopted daughter.
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([personal profile] malkingrey Oct. 21st, 2017 07:35 pm)
(Adjust numeral on cake as appropriate.)
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([personal profile] coyotegoth Oct. 21st, 2017 04:26 pm)
Planning to see Blade Runner 2049 tonight, as a respite from studying. Odd, to think I may be doing this- seeing movies in theaters- regularly again soon.
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([personal profile] thnidu Oct. 21st, 2017 06:46 pm)
From Newsweek



ON 9/27/17 AT 8:00 AM

After the American Psychiatric Association expanded its so-called Goldwater Rule into a gag order on mental health professionals, the forensic psychiatrist Dr. Bandy Lee organized a conference at Yale with the title, "Does Professional Responsibility Include a Duty to Warn?" to discuss the rule and its relevance during the increasingly alarming Trump presidency. While only two dozen attended physically in an atmosphere of fear, the conference tapped a huge groundswell of interest in the forms of hundreds of communications from mental health professionals: just as football players don't give up their right to free speech when they take the field, they agreed that the moral and civic duty to warn about the president's dangerousness should supersede professional rules about neutrality. This led to Dr. Lee editing a new book, The Dangerous Case of Donald Trump: 27 Psychiatrists and Mental Health Professionals Assess a President. Here are excerpts from four of the essays in the book.

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([personal profile] calimac Oct. 21st, 2017 03:05 pm)
Seeking insights in The Trainable Cat by Bradshaw and Ellis, I found this:
As an illustration of just how flexible their behavior is [in their third month], one of the skills that young cats learn during this period is how to get our attention, specifically by meowing. This socialization is so characteristic of cats that it is often presumed to be instinctive. However, feral cat colonies are generally rather silent places, the cats communicating mainly by body language and scent, and not vocally: cats generally reserve this sound for communicating with humans. Young kittens instinctively meow to their mother to attract her attention, but she stops responding when she wants to wean them, and when they discover that calling out to her no longer provokes a reaction, they stop doing it. However, the meow, though dormant, evidently remains in their repertoire, and as they adapt to their new home, cats find that meowing has become effective once more, this time in attracting the attention of our own species.
The book goes on to say that meowing becomes an idiolect, with meows for different purposes understandable by each cat and owner but meaningless to anyone else.

I can testify to the motivation in which "every cat works out for himself which meow produces the desired result," because I could hear our former cat Pandora trying it out on the drive to the vet. She would meow constantly, using a variety of pitches, lengths, and other variables, in evident hope of hitting upon the one that would persuade us to turn around and take her home.

Maia, however, didn't begin to meow until fully into adulthood, and has no special code. She comes into my office and meows in the same general way whenever she wants something, and since she only ever wants three things - food, petting (actually scritching and nuzzling), or playing with a peacock feather - I determine which she wants by where she goes on leading me out of the office.

If she wants food, she goes to the hall bathroom, where her dish is kept. If she wants petting she goes to the bedroom, because she's learned that petting only takes place on top of the bed, where cat and I can most easily be on the same level. If she wants playing, she flops down on the hall landing, which is cue for me to go halfway downstairs, fetch the feather from on top of a downstairs bookcase, and waggle it at her through the railing. Maia is the laziest huntress in the feline kingdom, her method of chasing the feather consisting of lying on the floor on her back and wiggling all four paws at it.
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([personal profile] dreamer_easy Oct. 22nd, 2017 08:48 am)
These damn bookmarks. I just can't keep up. I don't know what else I can do. Let me tell you, if you really want to get a head of steam up about this stuff, read about the Holocaust. You can't parallel the situations directly or simply, in intent or numbers or context. But the individual misery, the bureaucratic horror, the bigotry and cruelty, the visceral outrage - those will be familiar.

500 asylum seekers face deportation for missing protection deadline (GA, 29 September 2017) The sudden tight deadline was, of course, intended to create this situation - to get rid of some of the government's embarrassment by sending people, including families with young children, back to their deaths.

In better news, the Asylum Seekers Resources Centre reports that the movement to #LetThemStay is working: the government has eased back the throttle on its attempt to force asylum seekers back to Nauru and Manus with the threat of homelessness and starvation and sometimes I can't believe I am typing sentences like this why doesn't the Earth fall into the sun right now.

Peter Dutton Is Being Asked To Explain Why He Just Lost His Chief Medical Officer (Buzzfeed News, 15 September 2017). I would like to think Dr John Brayley quit as Australian Border Force's surgeon-general out of shame and embarrassment, perhaps over the death of Hamed Shamshiripour. The problem is: "Brayley's departure effectively leaves asylum seekers and refugees without a medical advocate in the immigration department."

Peter Dutton introduces bill to ban phones from immigration detainees
(GA, 13 September 2017). Purportedly this is to stop detained criminals from organising crimes. "If the minister is concerned about the criminal use of mobile phones then he needs to separate vulnerable individuals who come to Australia for protection from those alleged criminals,' said George Newhouse, human rights lawyer and principal solicitor for the National Justice Project."

Immigration Minister Peter Dutton has attacked the decisions of the Administrative Appeals Tribunal, which overturned 39% of his decisions in the first four months of this year, and is replacing more than fifty of its members. Meanwhile, the Refugee Review Tribunal made an incredible cockup in the case of a disabled Hazara man.

Syrian, Iraqi refugees' trauma levels 'highest I've seen', says advocate (5 October 2017, 10 am)

Detention no place for kids: Church abuse survivors (Newcastle Herald, 8 June 2015)."We've got vulnerable children being used by our politicians in a game that's about political gain and clinging on to power and authority, and that's completely contrary to what Australia ought to represent."

([personal profile] longhairedweirdo Oct. 21st, 2017 02:08 pm)
It must be hard to be a soldier, or, in Kelly's case, a Marine, serving under a President. A good solider - and by "soldier" I'm including sailors and seamen, airmen, and marines, but naming all is quite a mouthful! - knows that there are more duties than military preparedness and action, and that sometimes, the best support one can give one's commander in chief is in other ways... like, Colin Powell being dishonored in spreading the Bush administrations lies about Saddam Hussein and Iraq.

I say "being dishonored" because to say he dishonored himself would be unfair. He was told to spout a pile of bullshit, but refused. He provided only the information that he could verify, and it was weak, but he knew that, because it was spoken by, if you'll pardon the expression, "Colin fucking POWELL," it would be accepted more widely than if it had been another pile of bullshit given by Bush, Cheney, Rice, or any of the other fearsome liars claiming Saddam had an active WMD program. And he was a good soldier, a good man, and yes, he participated in a dishonorable action, but I can't blame him for serving the President, the office of the commander in chief for his entire Army career.

Kelly told a blatant lie during his remarks, that Frederica Wilson stood up and talked money, and getting money from President Obama, and serving her constituents by getting money, when she spoke of the fallen, and of her work in getting the building named to honor them. What is really bothersome about this lie is, it's a classic dog whistle. Black congresswomen, who, you know, probably serve black constituents, they're all in it for the taking. Did Kelly not know this? Did he know and just not care? Whatever the circumstances, remember: this is a lie, and there's no way to work around it, because Kelly claims his memory based upon an intense emotional reaction: he was stunned by this behavior. He alludes to how he was already disappointed in her, for reasons he doesn't state, but nevertheless, in spite of low expectations, he claims he was stunned.

My hopes are that Kelly is too naive to realize he was repeating a dog whistle, that he was just repeating a speech made by one of Trump's speechwriters, who know how to blow the dog whistle really well. But I'm still upset, because when Colin Powell was told to spread a steaming pile before the UN, he refused - he insisted on telling the truth as best as he could, while Kelly is reporting an event that never happened, but nevertheless "stunned him".

He lied. He knows he lied, because he knows darn well he wasn't stunned by something that never happened. And it's awful, because I remember hearing how, at West Point, a graduate recounted how they were taught not to lie or cheat, and not to accept those who do. I know for a fact that Marine officers are given the same notions of honor, because I know some proud Marines.

But it's worse than that. First, he blames a Federica Wilson for listening in on a conversation on speakerphone, with the phone held by a sargent. He knows darn well that it's not her fault for hearing it, but he elided that, so that he could attack her, for the crime of making his boss look bad.

And what did she do that was so horrible? She was furiously angry that Donald Trump hurt a war widow's feelings, both by making a clumsy statement, and by never so much as mentioning the name La David Johnson... as if Trump didn't even know the name, and as if La David Johnson just didn't matter.

Now, I'll give Kelly, and even Trump, this much: if you make a call to send your condolences, there's nothing much worse than realizing you screwed it up. I can't imagine how painful it would be to have that sick feeling that I wanted to say how saddened I was, and ended up adding to the family's grief.

I'd like to think that, if I were President, and if I had been the one who made a call that clumsy, that I would have my staff call her, and say that if she's so eager to cuss out the President, he's ready to take her call, and I'd let her speak her piece. And anything she said that was accurate, I'd agree with - and anything where she was wrong, I'd do my best to calmly explain why I felt that way. And then I'd say "you're right. It went badly. I feel sick about that, and you know what makes me feel even worse? That there's not a god damned thing I can do to make it better. And it sure doesn't help that you're out there rubbing my face in a tragic, but human, mistake."

You never know what you'd do in a tense situation until you're there, of course. But that's what I'd hope I do. This is one of the biggest things that makes me different from Donald J. Trump: I can admit I make mistakes. I can admit that I failed. I can admit that it hurts when I fail, and that I want to learn to do better next time, and wish like hell that I could make amends, but that I realize, sometimes you can't. Trump can't do that. I don't know whether he's too immature to do so, or whether his public persona forbids it, but he can't. Instead, he chooses to send out the attack dogs.

Not just an attack dog to attack her, of course... one who wants to throw out numerous dog whistles: a man who would claim that "women" aren't sacred, which some people think is a swipe at Weinstein, as if the military hasn't had problems with sexual assault between enlisted men and women - a betrayal of trust on an epic scale, yet far too often ignored.

He said that life is not sacred, presumably because the GOP base likes to call their politically motivated assault on abortion to be a battle for "life". And that's true, you know? When you try to turn "life" into a club, to beat people with, just so you can score political points, it's not sacred. You have to care about actual people, living breathing people, rich, poor, all creeds, all colors, all nationalities, before anyone will believe you revere "life" now. There's nothing sacred about a cheap political talking point!

Similarly, he says that religion isn't sacred, and I agree, again: religion has been made into a club to beat people with; if you demand civil rights, you'll have soi disant Christians say you're attacking their religion, even though their free exercise of Christianity is entirely unconstrained. You'll have many in the GOP claiming that Islam isn't a real religion. Anti-semitism is pretty widespread in the GOP, though it's hushed up whenever the subject of Israel appears. And, of course, if you're not in an Abrahamic religion, the GOP doesn't want to hear about it! Yes, that does dilute the sanctity of religion.

And now, he say that he hopes military service, and the sacrifice made by soldier, sailors, seamen, airmen, and marines, will remain sacred, while demeaning them, while using those sacrifices as a club to score more political points for his boss. You're right, General Kelly: keep doing that, and you'll wring the sanctity out, and leave it as another empty shell.

I don't like Donald Trump, and I'm glad to admit it. I don't like how Frederica Wilson spread news of his horrible foul-up, because there's a chance, however small, that he feels terribly about it. Sure, he's the one who tried to proclaim himself the best "consoler in chief" for military families, so he's the one who politicized it, but she still could have refrained. She was angry, and justifiably so, but she was angry over a personal, and human, matter, and it should have been handled on a personal, and human, basis.

If Trump had come out to express his sadness that he hurt Myeshia Johnson, if General Kelly had come out to say that he felt the President had tried to express the same feelings that he, himself, appreciated when hearing of his son; had Kelly reported he feels awful for his boss and his friend, well, that would have brought shame to Representative Wilson, and I hope she'd have risen to the occasion, and admitted she was wrong to make a public fuss over a private matter.

But that's not what happened. Instead, Kelly takes a page from Trump's playbook, stating he was stunned that she heard a call that was played over cell on speakerphone; lying about her; and throwing around racist dog whistles. He says he was stunned. General Kelly, I wish I could say that your behavior stuns me. But I already know your boss, and while I hoped you were better, and I am disappointed, I won't pretend, for a moment, to be "stunned".
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([personal profile] ysabetwordsmith Oct. 21st, 2017 03:52 pm)
Today is partly sunny, breezy, and warm. 

We went out and looked at yardwork projects together.  We picked out a place to plant the big bag of bulbs, and Doug mowed that along with the paths in the prairie garden.  Since we're supposed to get some rain tonight and tomorrow, I'm waiting on that before planting them, so the ground will be softer.

I also picked up sticks around the house, since that yard will need to be mowed later.

Late monarchs are fluttering around the prairie garden.

EDIT 10/21/17: I went back out and dug up some toadstools so the south lot can be mowed.
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([personal profile] shewhomust Oct. 21st, 2017 09:00 pm)
The weather forecast for today was horrible - rain and wind and hail, too. Luckily, we weren't actually planning to visit the Isle de Batz, even though our hotel (for the record, Chez Janie) is right by the jetty. First stop the Tourist Office, which confirmed what we already suspected, that the 'Maison des Johnnies' (information about the onion sellers) is only open in the afternoon - but while that was something we wanted to see, there wasn't any urgency about getting out of the weather, which was bright and breezy. The occasional sharp shower was over as soon as it started. We pottered around the town, browsing the shops which specialise in selling local products to tourists, and yes, we may have done a little light shopping: Algoplus add seaweed to everything, from soaps to soups, and I bought some of each; La Belle-Iloise is a fish cannery, but the really attractive thing about their shops is the colourful design of the tins, and I don't know why their website makes so little of it.

The church (Notre Dame de Croaz-Batz) was a delightful surprise. I knew, because you can see it from all over the town, that it has an impressively ornate spire (Renaissance, it says here, and perhaps unique in Brittany) and my guide book thought it worth mentioning, but only to say that its alabaster panels come from Nottingham, and are yet another sign of Roscoff's maritime history. I thought the best thing about it was its polychrome wooden roof, rich with garlands and figures - and completely renovated at the start of this century, "Ready for the next 500 years.." says the leaflet. But since I'm only going to post one picture, I've chosen a detail of the exterior:

Creature on the roof

Because the sky is so blue, and because the grey stone and golden lichen is so typically Breton, and because of the creature at the roofline. "Why does that bird have the hind legs of a dog?" I asked, and [personal profile] durham_rambler replied "Because it's a duck-billed platypus!"

We found lunch at Le Bilig de la plage, a little beachside café which offers a very sustaining fish soup, and local cider to go with it. Then on to the 'Maison des Johnnies' the Johnnies being the onion sellers who travelled from Roscoff to England each year to sell the onions which are grown locally - so called because their customers referred to them as 'Onion Johnnies'. There was less to see than I had expected. There's an outdoor shed, with a fine collection of discarded agricultural stuff; there's plenty of promotional material from today's onion-growing business (I scored some recipes); and there's the old house itself, which was inhabited by a family of five generations of onion growers and sellers, and is now a centre for the documentation of the trade, with a display of old photos and a timeline and such, which can't help being pretty superficial. I learned that in 1902 the Johnnies accounted for 2% of Britain's onion imports (but how many of our onions do we import?) and that at the peak individual sellers covered the whole of the UK - one man took onions from Roscoff to the Northern Isles. And I saw some wonderful photos of men with bicycles and strings of onions.

We had been planning to visit the Salon des Arts exhibition anyway - we didn't just duck in because another shower had come on! It was held in the old lifeboathouse, which is unlike most lifeboathouses of my experience in being surrounded by a little garden. It is also constructed parallel to the shoreline, which is not the best idea - and if it now has a door through which you could launch a lifeboat, it is very well hidden. There were four artists exhibiting, and I enjoyed the brightly coloured seascapes by Paul Leone (his lighthouse with aurora had been used for the poster, and you can see why): his technique seems to involve cutting things out with a jig saw and painting the seams white, but I haven't quite worked it out. Most of Catherine Caillaux's sculptures left me unmoved: giant seed and pod shapes, all very decorative. But just one - title 'Bulle something or other' - really appealed, though I can't find it on her website.

Back to the hotel to rest and read and doze and write this - jumping up in the middle of it to photograph the rainbow that had appeared beyond the harbour.
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([personal profile] clairehawthorn Oct. 21st, 2017 06:39 pm)

Digby does Disgust.

Which is hardly surprising given the state of my garden after recent winds.

Okay, this guy is clearly in a state of confusion: I’m in a kind of love triangle and am so confused about what to do.

But, really:

It has got to a point now that I have told my girlfriend that we need to have a break so I can sort myself out. She has moved out and I do miss her a lot.... The space away from my girlfriend, I hope, would make me realise that she is the one for me and come back to her in a happier place where I feel I can be happy and give 100%.

Whereas she is probably busily blocking his number and any contact they have on social media and telling her friends not to pass any details on.

I mean, I think Annalisa Barbieri is right that probably neither of these women is The One and he is just trying to make one of them The One because he wants to Settle Down, but I do wonder if at least the girlfriend, if not the ex, is going to wait around for him to get his head together, and it's not so much a question of he should break up with both of them, but that he is likely to find himself broken up with.

Let him go, let him tarry:

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([personal profile] twistedchick Oct. 21st, 2017 10:02 am)
I am jumping on the bandwagon for The Good Place with both feet! Philosophical discussion with disasters! Veronica Mars and Ted Danson and a lot of other excellent actors in a whacked out version of the afterlife.
It is wonderful!


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