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Wayward Son
“Simon Snow, it hurts to look at you when you’re this happy.
And it hurts to look at you when you’re
depressed.
There’s no safe time for me to see you, nothing about you that doesn’t tear my heart from my chest and leave it breakable outside my body.”
Carry On
Simon Snow
Snowbaz
Wayward Son
Baz Grimm Pitch
Baz Pitch
Wrong Planet - Searching for your Tribe
“Men wore business suits and carried briefcases, while their wives, who were attractive but not sexy, stayed home, raised the kids, cleaned the house and had a meal on the table for the whole family when they arrived home. Both husband and wife knew their roles. The wife would only apply face cream after ‘congress’ was completed and the husband was asleep as it was considered that it could be shocking for a man to view his wife this way last thing at night. She would be compliant and forgiving if he suggested some of the more ‘unusual’ sexual practices, although she might register hesitancy by remaining silent.
The Hippies rebelled against this, growing their hair long, burning their draft cards, taking hallucinogenic drugs and indulging in ‘free love,’ which in reality was just another term to describe the notion that all the girls were up for it.”
1960s
Free Love
1960s Nostalgia
Sex In The 60s
“A species capable enough to cause climate change, is also capable enough to cease climate change, but only if we realize our mistakes in time - and that time is now, because later will be too late.”
Climate Change
Global Warming
Brainy Quotes
Climate Action
Climate Crisis
Climate Denial
Wrong Planet - Searching for your Tribe
“The Scamp’s devil-may-care attitude often means that he or she is sexually desirable to other people”
Sexually Attractive
Desirability
Devil May Care
Attitudes Towards Life
Pearls Before Swine
“Why is it that when people who use a word like ‘tranny’ to describe transgender people, are told, by a transgender person, that the word is derogatory and offensive towards transgender people, they rally and insist that it isn't? To deny this in the face of someone who is on the receiving end of this abuse – and who has just informed you that it is offensive – only adds to and compounds the abuse.
To claim that a transgender person is ‘over reacting’ when insulting terms are used against trans people, and that a cisgender person is easily capable of understanding life from a transgender perspective... While making facetious statements like ‘just because you're confused about your gender...’ only adds injury to the insult. You clearly do NOT understand, and you've just proved it.
To crown it all, saying in your defense that you're ‘not transphobic’ because you watch ‘tranny porn’ does NOT make you a cis-ally to transgender people!”
People
Person
Why
Transgender
That
The Word
Are Told
Towards Transgender People
Word Like
Les cançons d'Ariadna
“Bevíem a glops
aspres vins de burla
el meu poble i jo.
Escoltàvem forts
arguments del sabre
el meu poble i jo.
Una tal lliçó
hem hagut d'entendre
el meu poble i jo.
La mateixa sort
ens uneix per sempre:
el meu poble i jo.
Senyor, servidor?
Som indestriables
el meu poble i jo.
Tenim la raó
contra bords i lladres
el meu poble i jo.
Salvàvem els mots
de la nostra llengua
el meu poble i jo.
A baixar graons
de dol apreníem
el meu poble i jo.
Davallats al pou,
esguardem enlaire
el meu poble i jo.
Ens alcem tots dos
en encesa espera,
el meu poble i jo.”
People
Freedom
Independence
Self Determination
Language
Català
Catalonia
Catalan
Pearls Before Swine
“Worthy of note is the detail that there are NO secular ‘ex-gay’ institutions, only religious ones, which use religion-based homophobia enforced by those who deem LGBT people ‘undesirable’ for questionable religious reasons.
It is obvious that religious prejudice appears to be the sole force behind demands that LGBT people cease to exist – and since religion has no basis in fact, the response therefore to such unfounded prejudice should also be obvious, by demolishing it.”
Worthy
Religious
Secular
Institutions
Ex Gay
Are No
Homophobia Enforced
People Undesirable
Religious Ones
Pearls Before Swine
“Knowing who you are is more valuable than having ten ‘friends’ who don't even know who they are, but who judge you anyway.”
Knowing
Anyway
Than Having
Who They Are
“Excellence is its own master, owes no allegiance, bows its head to no regimen. It exists pure and whole like the silver face of the moon. Untouchable, unreachable, exquisite. But frustrating because it reminds us of how much mediocrity we put up with, just to get through the week.”
Excellence
Mediocrity
Harlan Ellison
An Absolutely Remarkable Thing
“They tell you power corrupts. They never tell you how quickly.”
Power
Corruption
Power Corrupts
The Twelve-Fingered Boy
“We're born into pain, our constant companion through life. There are things you see, things you experience that you can never wash away or rid yourself of—never. They're like ink impregnated into skin, tattooed on your consciousness, malformed and dark and hideous.
There are things we see that we will never be able to unsee. They change us to the core.”
Life
Truth
Pain
Science Fiction
Horror
Superheroes
The Twelve Fingered Boy
Incarcerado
John Hornor Jacobs
“We're born into pain, our constant companion through life. There are things you see, things you experience that you can never wash away or rid yourself of—never. They're like ink impregnated into skin, tattooed on your consciousness, malformed and dark and hideous.
There are things we see that we will never be able to unsee. They change us to the core.”
Life
Truth
Pain
Young Adult
Science Fiction
Horror
John Horner Jacobs
The Twelve Fingered Boy
Enlightenment Now: The Case for Reason, Science, Humanism, and Progress
“Los líderes -autoritarios- emplean los formidables recursos del Estado para hostigar a la oposición, crear falsos partidos opositores, utilizar los medios de comunicación controlados por el Estado para propagar relatos favorables, manipular las reglas electorales, inclinar los registros de votantes y manipular las propias elecciones.”
Dictadura
Socialismo
Siglo Xxi
Autoritario
Tirano
“Our desire to touch the untouchable things is a good proof of our naughtiness! Yes, human-being is an impish creature!”
Naughty
Human Beings
Mehmet Murat Ildan Quotes
Human Being Quotes
Naughtiness
Impish
Human Being Quotations
The Doll's House
“It means the world's about as solid and as reliable as a layer of scum on the top of a well of black water which goes down forever, and there are things in the depths that I don't even want to think about. It means more than that. It means that we're just dolls. We don't have a clue what's really going down, we just kid ourselves that we're in control of our lives while a paper's thickness away things that would drive us mad if we thought about them for too long play with us, and move us around from room to room, and put us away at night when they're tired, or bored.”
Neil Gaiman
The Sandman
The Dolls House
The Tyrant’s Tomb
“I keeled over sideways.
The world turned fluffy, bleached of all color. Nothing hurt anymore.
I was dimly aware of Diana’s face hovering over me, Meg and Hazel peering over the goddess’s shoulders.
“He’s almost gone,” Diana said.
Then I was gone. My mind slipped into a pool of cold, slimy darkness.
“Oh, no, you don’t.” My sister’s voice woke me rudely.
I’d been so comfortable, so nonexistent.
Life surged back into me—cold, sharp, and unfairly painful. Diana’s face came into focus. She looked annoyed, which seemed on-brand for her.
As for me, I felt surprisingly good. The pain in my gut was gone. My muscles didn’t burn. I could breathe without difficulty. I must have slept for decades.
“H-how long was I out?” I croaked.
“Roughly three seconds,” she said. “Now, get up, drama queen.”
She helped me to my feet. I felt a bit unsteady, but I was delighted to find that my legs had any strength at all. My skin was no longer gray. The lines of infection were gone. The Arrow of Dodona was still in my hand, though he had gone silent, perhaps in awe of the goddess’s presence. Or perhaps he was still trying to get the taste of “Sweet Caroline” out of his imaginary mouth.
I beamed at my sister. It was so good to see her disapproving I-can’t-believe-you’re-my-brother frown again. “I love you,” I said, my voice hoarse with emotion.
She blinked, clearly unsure what to do with this information. “You really have changed.”
“I missed you!”
“Y-yes, well. I’m here now. Even Dad couldn’t argue with a Sibylline invocation from Temple Hill.”
“It worked, then!” I grinned at Hazel and Meg. “It worked!”
“Yeah,” Meg said wearily. “Hi, Artemis.”
“Diana,” my sister corrected. “But hello, Meg.” For her, my sister had a smile. “You’ve done well, young warrior.”
Meg blushed. She kicked at the scattered zombie dust on the floor and shrugged. “Eh.”
I checked my stomach, which was easy, since my shirt was in tatters. The bandages had vanished, along with the festering wound. Only a thin white scar remained. “So…I’m healed?” My flab told me she hadn’t restored me to my godly self. Nah, that would have been too much to expect.
Diana raised an eyebrow. “Well, I’m not the goddess of healing, but I’m still a goddess. I think I can take care of my little brother’s boo-boos.”
“Little brother?”
She smirked.”
Siblings
Apollo
Hazel Levesque
Diana
Meg Mccaffrey
Lester Papadopoulos
Boo Boo
The Arrow Of Dodona
The Tyrant’s Tomb
“Meg slashed through the last of Tarquin’s minions. That was a good thing, I thought distantly. I didn’t want her to die, too. Hazel stabbed Tarquin in the chest. The Roman king fell, howling in pain, ripping the sword hilt from Hazel’s grip. He collapsed against the information desk, clutching the blade with his skeletal hands.
Hazel stepped back, waiting for the zombie king to dissolve. Instead, Tarquin struggled to his feet, purple gas flickering weakly in his eye sockets.
“I have lived for millennia,” he snarled. “You could not kill me with a thousand tons of stone, Hazel Levesque. You will not kill me with a sword.”
I thought Hazel might fly at him and rip his skull off with her bare hands. Her rage was so palpable I could smell it like an approaching storm. Wait…I did smell an approaching storm, along with other forest scents: pine needles, morning dew on wildflowers, the breath of hunting dogs.
A large silver wolf licked my face. Lupa? A hallucination? No…a whole pack of the beasts had trotted into the store and were now sniffing the bookshelves and the piles of zombie dust.
Behind them, in the doorway, stood a girl who looked about twelve, her eyes silver-yellow, her auburn hair pulled back in a ponytail. She was dressed for the hunt in a shimmering gray frock and leggings, a white bow in her hand. Her face was beautiful, serene, and as cold as the winter moon.
She nocked a silver arrow and met Hazel’s eyes, asking permission to finish her kill. Hazel nodded and stepped aside. The young girl aimed at Tarquin.
“Foul undead thing,” she said, her voice hard and bright with power. “When a good woman puts you down, you had best stay down.”
Her arrow lodged in the center of Tarquin’s forehead, splitting his frontal bone. The king stiffened. The tendrils of purple gas sputtered and dissipated. From the arrow’s point of entry, a ripple of fire the color of Christmas tinsel spread across Tarquin’s skull and down his body, disintegrating him utterly. His gold crown, the silver arrow, and Hazel’s sword all dropped to the floor.
I grinned at the newcomer. “Hey, Sis.”
Apollo
Hazel Levesque
Diana
Meg Mccaffrey
Tarquin
Lester Papadopoulos
The Tyrant’s Tomb
“Reyna said, swinging her sword again. “Something they’ll hate worse than Apollo.” Her eyes lit up. “Apollo, sing for them!”
She might as well have kicked me in the face again. “My voice isn’t that bad!”
“But you’re the—You used to be the god of music, right? If you can charm a crowd, you should be able to repulse one. Pick a song these birds will hate!”
Great. Not only had Reyna laughed in my face and busted my nose, now I was her go-to guy for repulsiveness.”
Apollo
Reyna Avila Ramírez Arellano
Lester Papadopoulos
The Tyrant’s Tomb
“Frank rose, tugged at his shirt, then didn’t seem to know what to do with his hands. At one time, I would have been used to such nervous behavior from mortals I encountered, but now, it took me a moment to realize Frank was still in awe of me. Perhaps, being a shape-shifter, Frank was more willing than most to believe that, despite my unimpressive mortal appearance, I was still the same old god of archery inside.
You see? I told you Frank was adorable.”
Apollo
Frank Zhang
Lester Papadopoulos
Advice I Ignored: Stories and Wisdom from a Formerly Depressed Teenager
“No matter how good I was, no matter how much I pleaded for it or worked for it, I could never make everyone understand me. If my self-esteem was dependent on other people’s feelings, it would never be under control. I’d be on a ship rocking back and forth between emptiness and salvation, never able to really find my feet. ”
Self Esteem
Depression
Self Image
Teenagers
Depression Recovery
Teenage Angst
“Peace reigned in Europe, but this was because domination over hundreds of millions of people in the colonies by the European nations was sustained only through constant, incessant, interminable wars, which we Europeans do not regard as wars at all, since all too often they resembled, not wars, but brutal massacres, the wholesale slaughter of unarmed peoples.”
War
Europe
Imperialism
Monopoly Capitalism
Global South
Enlightenment Now: The Case for Reason, Science, Humanism, and Progress
“Quienes condenan a las modernas sociedades capitalistas por su insensibilidad hacia los pobres probablemente ignoran lo poco que las sociedades precapitalistas del pasado invertían en el alivio de la pobreza.”
Política
Capitalismo
Comunismo
Socialismo
Economica
“Nous venons tous deux de la même terre, de la même langue, de la même histoire, et chaque terre, chaque langue, chaque histoire est responsable de son peuple, et chaque peuple est responsable de ses traîtres et de ses héros.
Responsable de ses bourreaux et de ses victimes, responsable de ses victoires et de ses défaites. En ce sens, je suis, moi, responsible de vous et vous, responsable de moi.”
War
Hero
Traitor
Bechara
Souha
The Braindead Megaphone
“Am I oversimplifying here? Yes. Is all our media stupid? Far from it. Were intelligent, valuable things written about the rush to war (and about O.J. and Monica, and then Laci Peterson and Michael Jackson, et al.)? Of course.
But: Is some of our media very stupid? Hoo boy. Does stupid, near-omnipresent media make us more tolerant toward stupidity in general? It would be surprising if it didn’t.
Is human nature such that, under certain conditions, stupidity can come to dominate, infecting the brighter quadrants, dragging everybody down with it?”
Writers
News
Media
Stupidity
Information
Information Overload
Dumbing Down
The Arrangement
“Lucullus placed a live fish in a glass jar in front of every diner at his table. The better the death, the better the meal would taste.
Catherine de Medici brought her cooks to France when she married, and those cooks brought sherbet and custard and cream puffs, artichokes and onion soup, and the idea of roasting birds with oranges. As well as cooks, she brought embroidery and handkerchiefs, perfumes and lingerie, silverware and glassware and the idea that gathering around a table was something to be done thoughtfully. In essence, she brought being French to France.
Everything started somewhere else. She thought of Tim's note:
write to me
. He didn't want to hear about Lucullus and Catherine de Medici; but she loved her old tomes and the things unearthed there, the ballast they lent, the safety of information. She spread her notebooks open across the table. There was a recipe for roasted locusts from ancient Egypt, and on the facing page, her own memory of the first thing she ever cooked, the curry sauce and Anne's chocolate.”
Ancient History
Famous Chefs
Old Recipes
Mfk Fisher
Catherine De Medicis
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