Cross-posting this from a status on my RP and ARPG account because I am a bad social media-ite and neglect this account (which will hopefully change soon, but I digress). That said, who wants to hear about Dizzy's struggles with a literally crappy disease?
I think I made myself very sick on something this week. I woke up in the middle of sleep in the worst pain I've had all year and spent far too long in the bathroom nauseated, feverish, and unable to not make very loud, mother-disconcerting moaning noises (thank you, Mom, you won't read this, but your attentiveness to my suffering is a gift I'm not ungrateful for). The total agony lasted for no more than an hour, but during it was absolute hell.
As to culprits, I'm blaming the pumpkin pie. It has both milk, and pumpkin, and was far afield of my normal consumption, thus a likely candidate for the severity of my gastroenterological distress. That and I seem to have already been flaring colitis-ly for the past couple of weeks (I guess? Mine is atypical, so I don't really know if I ought to call it a flare, I just don't wish to go into details publicly because it's an inflammatory BOWEL disease) so that may have factored in.
In any case, I shall forego the locally made premium lavender ice cream in the freezer tempting me and HARD avoid the dairy for the next while or so because I do not wish to be in that much pain again. Ever.
As a consolation, I can at least crack a few jokes about it all, as the wonderful thing about ulcerative colitis is that while most people can say that "[insert person here] really hates my guts", only me and mine can say that "my guts actually hate me!" : D
Oh, hi. It's Dizzy. What a surprise. Long time, no post. This account is not "dead", per se, I just haven't done anything worth posting here in awhile. Anyway...
I am real-life lonely, and been that way for longer than the rest of you all cloistered by COVID 'cause I got me some crummy disabilities. Consequently, I spent too much time watching YouTube videos in order to hear the sound of a human voice. Apart from the standard pop-culture fare, I also I tend to watch a lot of historical and political YouTube, and even with my pop culture YouTube I tend to prefer creators who address the social, cultural and political themes in fiction. Just now, actually, I was watching one such video, which quoted this particular snippet by Toni Morrison quote:
All good art is political! There is none that isn't. And the ones that try hard not to be political are political by saying, 'We love the status quo.'
Hearing this quote was the catalyst that inspired me to write this journal, which started as a status post, but got longer, as I have a lot of feelings about it. I like this quote, because it's true. Everything is political, and practically every piece of narrative-focused media we create is political as well. To escape politics as an artist working in narrative is an extraordinary challenge.
Stories are unmeshed in politics. Depicting individuals dabbles in the "politics" of what gender means. To depict groups of individuals brushes against our notions of family, or community, of home, work, and leisure. To construct narratives about societies—both believable and fantastical dramatizations of the real world and fantastical settings built up brick-by-brick from the fertile ground of imagination—requires a work to subscribe to at least some form of governing principles, be they monarchal, republican, dictatorial, fascistic, democratic, or anarchist. Everything is political, it's a mere matter of what politics we consider "normal". "Normal" is a definition that varies. The time we live in today is vastly different from the state of the world a hundred years ago. For one, the world a hundred years ago was racist, and terribly so. What is isn't political today would have been political then. Take for instance any media that were to depict a black person and a white person kissing. This today is normal, and often goes completely unnoticed. In centuries prior in my country, this was terribly taboo.
Given the nature of politics in story telling, this quote is relevant to the world as my country reckons with police violence and reevaluates its relationship with racist monuments. It's also been relevant in my personal life, namely, my writing. Forgive me, as this journal is about to get more petty than it would appear at first blush, but though that quote was the spark of this particular piece of writing, it was some of my past personal creative experiences that fueled to this authorial fire.
In case you're wondering, to be clear, yes, this journal is partly a vague post. I am vague posting. If you're reading this and think it might be about you, it is definitely about you. You know who you are. I'm simply too autistic to pretend I'm not writing this with a specific past experience in mind, and if I tried it wouldn't feel honest to me.
It should be noted that I like history. I like it very much. I like historical weaponry, I like historical fashion, and I very much like playing with all these wonderful snippets of knowledge as an artist. You can see this with a peek at some of my older arts...
Because I like history, I like historical fiction. I adore fantasy fiction with historical inspiration (which is what Beached is) and straight-up historical fantasy. This is why the other me has been working on a historical fantasy collaborative writing project with friends for the past several years. I mention all of this as receipts that this for me is no mere passing fancy. This is what I like. It's what motivates me. It's what got me started writing at age 14 and it's what I still write at age 26. This matters to me, and it's why I feel so passionate about the fact that introducing historical elements or themes into a narrative is almost inescapably political.
Now, I guess I suppose I should get to the vague-posting. To make a long story very short, I was previously involved in a historical-fantasy writers group online, doing collaborative literature. I used this creative outlet to craft a narrative exploring certain political themes about rights, justice, and freedom, themes which mattered greatly to me. Other history buffs were equally invested in this project, and in writing about such themes. To my disappointment and frustration, though, there were certain other people involved who discouraged us in our efforts. "This story isn't political" we were told, and told this in spite of their portions of the story involving illegal drugs, secret rebellions, police, protests, riots, and a non-representative form of government.
Looking back, the statement "this story isn't political" was likely spoken in ignorance, but when it was used, its effect was to shut us down. It came off to us as saying, "Those aren't the politics we want to promote because those politics are too controversial." Even now I find that attitude concerning. Without going into detail, when four people whiter than a stick of butter call current issues surrounding the American Indian struggle to preserve their historical land "too political" to include in the narrative, it speaks more of the political leanings of those people than anything else.
Ultimately, being upset with those individuals and it won't make much of a difference in the grand scheme of life, but their perspective isn't solely theirs. The experiences I've had online speak to a larger issue with white liberal people offline as well, the sort who will agree "yeah, racism is bad" with little understanding what racism is. Too often in our society, white people broadly condemn racism, only to balk at change when presented with real world examples of it. It's indicative of an overall trend of a creative climate replete with privileged people disinterested in broaching subjects too "political" and ignorant of how fictional portrayals of certain issues can have a very real impact on the opinions of people in the real world.
To bring this spontaneously composed thought train back around on itself like a malformed, screed of an ouroboros, another quote that I first heard from a YouTube video is a joke told by David Foster Wallace in a commencement speech:
There are these two young fish swimming along and they happen to meet an older fish swimming the other way, who nods at them and says "Morning, boys. How's the water?" And the two young fish swim on for a bit, and then eventually one of them looks over at the other and goes "What the hell is water?"
I like this quote, though not for its initial context about faith and the meaning of life. Rather, this parable speaks to me about the nature of what we consider to be "normal" in society. We all start out as little fish swimming through our watery world, blind to fluid flowing around us. We don't question its pH or mineral content, nitrates or nitrates, and we don't think about the salinity so long as its tolerable to our personal needs. Many of us are the sort of fish who can tolerate any water conditions. Others aren't, but we've no notion of them. We're so submerged in the water that we don't question it because we aren't even aware of it. Those, then, who start talking about "the water", especially about how the contents of it are hurting others, seem terribly peculiar. It doesn't make the water any less real, though, whether you are or aren't aware you're swimming through it. The water doesn't appear when you notice it. You instead learn to perceive the water.
The political status quo is the water and "how's the water?" is a critical question we need to ask. Fictional narratives are not apolitical. There's politics in every story. Some little fish just haven't learned to see it.
Anyway, all that said, please watch this video. I just discovered this channel, I love this man, he is a hyperactive goofball, a cheeky year-old german shepherd in human form, and there is nothing I want to watch more today than a nerd dressed in elaborate costumes put on funny voices to talk about history:
This is a test of the new journals. I feel very lost, there's no text sizing? Who designed this? Part of blogging is the ability to customize what you're writing. This largely feels like a big middle finger to the entire notion of blogging. What I love about DeviantArt was the ability to have an art gallery and a blog combined, but this just takes away so much of the functionality of having a blog attached to my art.
Why is it like this?
Who decided to make it like this? Have you ever read a blog? Have you ever seen a blog? Could you not just make journals into a blog? Did a blog hurt you as a small child so you have deep-seated anti-blog prejudice? I just wanted the ability to make a proper blog, not writing in this white blank page with a swelling rage.
I feel looooooooost.
Why is the header so big?
Where's the bottom of the page? WHY AM I TYPING ON THE BOTTOM OF MY SCREEN, THIS IS THE WORST WRITING EXPERIENCE OF MY LIFE, NOT EVEN THE PRESSURE OF CONCISION THAT TWITTER PLACES UPON MY STANDARD VERBOSITY IS THIS MADDENING.
It is not normal to be forced to type on the bottom of the page. I've been complaining that Sta.sh Writer has a few... holy beans, did you just auto hyperlink? Could you NOT? AS I WAS SAYING, I've been low key critiquing Stash (screw your hyperlinks, you can't make one if I don't give it a period, HAH) Writer for a few years now, about how there was no CTRL + K hot-key to make a hyperlink. That was annoying. This is much, much more annoying.
We're not five, we know how to use moderately complex text editing interfaces. REDDIT EXISTS. AAAAAAAAAAGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHH.
WHY IS IT LIKE THIS, THIS IS LEGITIMATELY WORST THAN TRYING TO WRITE IN MAC TEXT EDIT. CURSE YOU, WIX, YOU AND YOUR HATRED OF REAL BLOGS.