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I don't really feel that old, but:

I just realized I don't know what the word "library" even means to someone who has never had the physical/tactile experience of looking something up in a card catalog cabinet full of index cards bound on brass rods in serried ranks of deep wooden drawers.

TV was on NBC this AM from watching severe weather coverage last night. Caught a bit of Steve Kornacki running down #polling on the 2024 election.

My overwhelming takeaway is that the establishment #Democrats have every intention of handing the #presidency back to the party of cruelty and stupidity.

They KNOW by EVIDENCE that younger voters aren't going to turn out for their propped-up do-little gerontocrat. They don't care: they're gonna run him anyway.

#SteveKornacki #CrueltyParty

For me, in-theater movies seem like a particularly bad risk/reward bargain. Risk is high (close proximity to many others, mostly unmasked, uncertain ventilation) and reward is slight if you can watch the same movie in six months at home with better snacks. It doesn't pencil out.

Honestly I save most of my Covid risk budget for unmasked face-to-face socializing in small groups with known-to-be-Covid-cautious friends and family. I haven't been in a crowded room since 2019. May never be again.

My Zoom social happened after all. The other four participants had a lively discussion about the Barbie movie. I expressed surprise that they'd all risk another case of covid (they average about two acknowledged cases each between them) for a pop-culture movie.

In the pushback and lively discussion that ensued, it became clear that they see Covid caution as a binary: they did (now they don't) take precautions. They never ask "is this particular event worth its specific set of risks?"

Well, fuh. It looks like my regular Saturday afternoon social Zoom has fallen apart. Perhaps I should reclaim the time by making up a jug of traditional punch. Let's see, do I have oranges, sugar, nutmeg, black tea, and almost undrinkable rotgut rum? Indeed I do!

Saw a tabloid headline somewhere about Leonardo DiCaprio squiring around some way-too-young-for-him actress/model and my first thought was "Gross, she was probably one of those teen girls who got imprinted on him by going to the theater dozens of times to watch him drown beside a perfectly good hatch-cover raft." Only then my math brain kicked in (my math brain is very slow and very smooth) and I realized she hadn't even been BORN when that movie came out.

One thing that never stops being hilarious is when a performative Christian thinks talking about "getting on my knees" signals piety and prayer, while the rest of the world hears it as "blowjob, blowjob, blowjob!"

nostr:npub1p6mf2kzc3gu8tqkm59y0tvqg0sxnahxve2heujlf6c5wpx6v5twqg8jpny uses a comforting phrase in that post ("kisses at the speed of consent") reminding me of a disturbing meatspace convo about consent I had recently with a couple of boomer-minded relatives.

They both think it's fine to infer consent from "she went there, wearing that, and didn't say no".

He brutally mocked explicit consent, especially if it's reconfirmed as a hookup progresses, as "too much". So I blew their minds by arguing for enthusiastic consent instead. They were NOT keen.

nostr:npub1xr8xl05ge6evkjps2z0frkq4wnjxexzwzy0rad96xcwrem4tkdgqzlk0ae My favorite expression of this has always been the famous "apocalypse kink" rant: https://broliloquy.tumblr.com/post/157612345505/skelefolk-snakegay-why-does-so-much-post

"Don’t come to me asking how to get the secret cadre of bisexual death commandoes to protect your wretched tent village if you’re scared that we might call in the kinksters for backup... Fuck you. If you really want to get rid of the MRA death gangs you’re going to have to accept that a lesbian chainsaw dominatrix or two might be involved."

nostr:npub1xr8xl05ge6evkjps2z0frkq4wnjxexzwzy0rad96xcwrem4tkdgqzlk0ae Because I don't trust Tumblr not to vanish this, I long ago copied a generous excerpt to my blog: http://www.erosblog.com/2017/02/26/apocalypse-kink/

nostr:npub1xr8xl05ge6evkjps2z0frkq4wnjxexzwzy0rad96xcwrem4tkdgqzlk0ae My favorite expression of this has always been the famous "apocalypse kink" rant: https://broliloquy.tumblr.com/post/157612345505/skelefolk-snakegay-why-does-so-much-post

"Don’t come to me asking how to get the secret cadre of bisexual death commandoes to protect your wretched tent village if you’re scared that we might call in the kinksters for backup... Fuck you. If you really want to get rid of the MRA death gangs you’re going to have to accept that a lesbian chainsaw dominatrix or two might be involved."