I think I grew too much on the internet to understand how some people have blog names.
Like, I’m from IRC and trans communities, if your username is bball24, that’s your name. I assume your mom addresses you by that name and it reads the same on your driver’s license and maybe even birth certificate l.
I never think “oh, best-tardis-in-the-galaxy is a blog run by some gal named Sarah!”. No, if I think of the name at all, it’s like obscure trivia. My good friend Ms. Best-tardis-in-the-galaxy has the government name ‘sarah’. Perhaps she hasn’t been able to change it yet, too much paperwork or something?
I just sometimes see people post things like “what’s your blog name mean?” and I’m like “it’s me. What else would it be? You mean kirk’s-big-saggy-tits isn’t your name?”
Basically it’s something like Facebook’s real name policy but from the other angle. I think everyone is named what their username is, not vice versa.
(and yes, my name is foone. My mom calls me that and it’s what’s on my license. Isn’t that true for everyone?)
Dr Martens Di Paolo Pascal 1460 boot
emblazoned with The Annunciation, a painting by
Giannicola Di Paolo-which features the archangel Gabriel handing a
lily, the symbol of purity, to the Virgin Mary.
taking a class on sex this semester which has resulted in many fun things like “sex activity” and “sex final” being added to my planner. being very mature and serious about this .
obsessed
I had a class called “What is Evil?” The professor called us his “evil students” and I got to say things like: “I have evil class later.” and “I have readings in evil to do.” and “Well my evil professor said…”
I miss having that class
[ID: tumblr reply on this post reading “my partner did a sociology degree and one of the modules was on organised crime. very funny to see stuff like "anyone doing organised crime this afternoon” in a uni groupchat"]
I had a theology class once called the Satan Seminar. That was a fun one to talk about in public
“I’m wondering if you’re crying because maybe I’m a little bit more muscular than you are - bigger than you are. I’m wondering if you’re crying because even though the heels on your boots are bigger than mine, I’m still taller than you are. I’m wondering if you’re whining and crying because, frankly, Jericho, I’m better than you are.”
American diners on interstate highways in the middle nowhere are metaphysically significant places
Not in the way that mid horror authors think though. Desert diners are groves of calm and sacredness. Getting food poisoning means the urban spirits have rejected you for being weak.
