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abolitionorbust.bsky.social
Sure, maybe having an Advent Calendar every year is childish. But every time I open one of the dates, I'm reminded of the love I felt as a child & the happiness & warmth I felt when opening them on winter nights. It's a sort of lineage of emotion, of love, the thread of which reaches decades back
December 25, 2025 at 12:50 AM
surrealitybytes.bsky.social
Felices fiestas y no acabéis el año sin insultar a algún robot (o que os pase a la inversa). Ojalá el 2027 me pillé ya en una biblioteca o barriendo las calles de mi bello pueblo, lejos de este ecosistema estúpido y kafkiano en el que se ha convertido el sector tecnológico.
Incredibly sassy message by random chatbot: "Hi Nieves, I hope you’re having a great day! I wanted to reach out because I’m hiring for a German Language Specialist - Freelance AI Trainer Project at Invisible Expert Marketplace. This is a remote, contract position that could be a great fit for you. Your experience as a Copywriter y revisora at Jumbo Group caught my eye. Your skills in Alemán and your creative approach to language could be just what we need. Plus, I love that you’ve worked with companies like Airbnb and Tumblr! No prior AI experience is required — what matters is a strong ear for natural speech, excellent pronunciation and articulation, and the ability to evaluate or refine audio for tone, pacing, and clarity. Typical tasks include listening to and rating AI-generated voices, improving pronunciation accuracy, adjusting emotion and delivery to sound more human, reviewing transcriptions or scripts, and providing feedback to ensure that outputs feel expressive and culturally authentic." Reply: "German is not even so much as mentioned in my profile, your sad AI chatbot is mixing languages and this is just generally so evidently automated that it's borderline insulting.... I would rather jump in front of a train than train an AI model. Please don't contact me again. And merry Xmas, I guess?"
December 24, 2025 at 11:50 AM
lethallin-art.bsky.social
The thing is, he *IS* one of the bad ones. I didn’t share about it because I didn’t want to get dogpiled, but he’s a lying, manipulative sack of absolute shit.

I’m going to share the screenshots of me talking about it with someone because I’m sick of quietly warning people. This happened in Oct.
“So for some context, I’m a pretty open book about most of what I’ve been through and go through in terms of like, my mental health and life and whatnot. I’ve been through some shit (though who hasn’t), and being both physically and mentally chronically ill is honestly like a modern day Sisyphus a lot of the time. So I’m upfront about a lot of it, especially in a BDSM context, because it means that my limits have to be reevaluated on a nearly daily basis, you know? “The job situation can be summed up as verbally abusive and toxic, and since I genuinely don’t have the option to get out of it right now, I’m stuck just keeping my head down and trying not to let the way I hear my boss and supervisor talking about people like me completely beat me down. There’s 20 years of aggression and resentment among the other staff boiling over, and it feels like I’m walking into a fucking war zone every time I come into the office. It’s so uncomfortable, and then add in my boss regularly calling me stupid for things he’s responsible for happening. It’s also an organizational nightmare and I can’t get a straight answer on a single question ever. So I’m stuck in this shit 40 hours a week, which is just destroying my mental health. “I’ve been making porn and stuff for a while, but only really started getting back into it when I joined the audio erotica community, and this is the first time I’m really making friends and coworking relationships within that, so I’m having to navigate some new things within that. One of the big things is that I’m really starting to feel a lot of things around the fact that I’m in my 30s and have never had a partner or even been on a date (which, to be clear, is not something I’m *ashamed* of). It’s not for lack of trying, I’ve never had an issue telling someone I’m interested, but I’ve got a 100% rejection rate at this point. I’ve been contending with the ways that lack of intimacy has started to manifest, from the constant loneliness becoming sharper to latching on to nice things people say to me, to feeling like an outsider sometimes. Plus the closest thing I’ve had to was an abusive situationship that completely shattered who I was. It’s the reason I left Hawaii, and honestly, I’m really fucking proud of who I’ve built myself into from these pieces, but it was fucked up and it left some pretty lasting damage and anxieties that pop up like nasty little saboteurs every once in a while. I also did not have a loving childhood by any means—that’s an entirely different story, but its relevance here is that as a result, I don’t know what it feels like to be genuinely loved, just “loved” as a means of control, so I really struggle to tell when someone is being disingenuous with me. That said, I firmly believe in taking people at their word, so if someone tells me something, I’m going to trust by verify until they’ve earned my trust more fully. So I’ve got a long history of loneliness, abuse, and rejection that makes me want to latch on to anyone who shows me even the smallest inkling of emotional intimacy in a sexual setting. Which is not a great thing to have in a sex work space tbh, but I’m able to mitigate that response like… 90% of the time, I’d say. So Silver followed me for a little bit and interacted on my posts for a while before DMing me to ask about some of my darker kinks and stuff. Started off just talking about fictional stuff, the he asked about potentially sexting and swapping nudes, that fun stuff. I haven’t gotten to really sub for someone in the way I really want to, so I was super here for the whole thing. We also chatted outside of playtime like that, and he showed a genuine interest in me as a person outside of a sexual context. Then he decided to play a “prank” on me where he made me think that he had been lying about being 30 and had actually just turned 18. I absolutely took him to task and told him what a shitty thing that is to do (particularly because I personally have a firm boundary that I don’t play with anyone under 21, and 21-25 is like 50/50) and he apologized sincerely, and started working to earn my trust. I told him he could do so, but that I was ending the D/s aspect because I *will* not sub for someone who has broken my trust at any point. His apologies seemed like he understood why I was so upset with him, and he did start working to regain my trust. I was kind of on the fence about it, but the he warned me about another “Dom” who had been making moves on me. The guy was a legitimate pedophile and misogynist and just disgusting excuse for a human being, and he warned me before he was publicly outed and ousted later that day (he knew the guy’s long term sub and she told him when she found out, and he told me). That was enough for me to be like “okay, I can trust you again.” We went back to swapping nudes and videos, but minus the D/s dynamic. Things were fun, then he started saying things that felt… not platonic. At first I was like “okay this is me reading into things because of my loneliness and stuff.” But it kept happening, and he was getting more and more emotionally intimate with me. We were talking one day about both of us dealing with a lot of shit, and I asked if I could do anything to help, and his response was “take care of yourself like I’m taking care of you and that’ll be all I need. That and a picture of your smiling face so I can feel better.”
December 17, 2025 at 1:07 AM
ksamf91.bsky.social
Today my kid's teacher possibly told me the best thing I could hear:
My kid is pretty good at regulating emotions.
Coming from an emotion repressing family and having an emotionally immature/absent partner, I almost cry knowing I'm doing a great job as a mother...
a man in a suit and tie is wearing glasses and smiling
ALT: a man in a suit and tie is wearing glasses and smiling
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December 12, 2025 at 8:35 AM
ahzubi-rar.bsky.social
Day 5 - Speak/Silence

He was surprised she didn't turn his presence away immediately. She had every right to want nothing to do do him.

But he did not expect her to be the one to break the silence first.

"I'm glad you're alright. "

(Longer form in the alt text)

#wolphinaudweek2025
It was almost insulting how clear the skies were this morning - the sun gracefully cresting the peaks, casting all of the highlands in warm light after such a bitter storm. As if the blizzard had never even happened, though the glittering banks of snow across the settlement would prove otherwise. It would make his search a little easier, at least. He hadn't expected to find her, let alone have a chance to try and apologize to her...but his heart lifted when she did not rebuke his approach. Instead, those sharp eyes fixed on him - what greeted him wasn't well-deserved anger, but something rather difficult to put a name to. It was an uncertainty. A vulnerability. He hesitated, leaving a cautious distance between them rather than approach. He had tested her patience far enough these last several weeks. Moons would be more accurate, but even considering that fact made his chest ache. The silence hurt the most, though. She was never the easiest for him to read, but he knew well enough that her usually calm demeanor masked a sharp and temperamental mind. This was not the silence of someone who had nothing to say. This was the silence of someone who had too much to say. He risked stepping closer. For all of his worries, she DID save him. She had carried him back to shelter, a warm bed, and safety. A flush crept across his ears as he recalled the moment he finally woke in the middle of the night, Tataru offering him a warm drink and a stern bit hushed scolding for his carelessness. It almost got him killed, and the warrior of light once again shouldered him (quite literally this time) back to sanctuary. She was so worn out, his bed was not entirely his - she had passed out shortly after setting him down, not even having enough energy to find a better place to sleep. He was thankful that the cold would be an easy explanation should the red in his cheeks be noticed. The image would be certain to remain in his mind for a long time to come - a sleeping Ahzuvi curled over the edge of the bed, one arm over him and her face buried against his side. For his own sake, he had decided not to mention he saw that. He had little doubt that it would make their already tense companionship worse. ... He could feel her eyes on him still, but the silence stretched on. His throat was dry, like anything he wanted to say was sapped away, leaving him wanting to wither away to nothing in that moment. He couldn't bear to look at her again, to meet her gaze. Even if the quiet felt as strained as a drawn bowstring, her company felt familiar and comforting. He would take every moment he could get... moments that could on the surface feel like everything was back to normal. So when the heavy air was broken with her voice first, he about jumped out of his skin from the surprise. Shock quickly gave way to bewilderment once he processed what she had said. "I'm glad you're alright." "I am too. Glad that you are well, I mean." It wasn't much, and she quickly withdrew again, but again he was pleasantly surprised to see she continued to permit his company. Her eyes drifted off to the western road, where the Gates of Judgment stood in the distance. He couldn't help but follow her gaze. He frowned, shame and embarrassment biting at his very soul. It wasn't that far, and seemed a mostly straightforward journey...how did he manage to get so lost that she needed to come find him? Logically he understood - Coerthan blizzards are dangerous, capable of blinding a man to the nose on his own face, and sweeping snow across the valleys in drifts tall enough to cover a goobbue. Emotionally, he just was glad Alisaie wasn't here to tease him for it - she would be right to, even. Oh gods, Alisaie. He hadn't thought about what she would do if and when she learns of this. She and Ahzuvi had become such good friends. She would kill him if she found out how he'd been treating Ahzuvi all this time - last night included. ... "I'm sorry." He felt his heart skip multiple beats, and finally he looked up at the warrior of light with a curiosity writ plain on his face - and found Ahzuvi's crystal blue eyes meeting his once again. He didn't have time to respond. Or maybe he did, but was so caught off guard that he wasted that time processing her comment. But by the time he opened his mouth to say something, she was speaking again. "For all of this. I'm just... I'm sorry." He watched that indescribable emotion flicker and fade, hearing that same vulnerability in her voice. "I shouldn't have left you alone like that. I grew up in Coerthan winters, but I didn't-...it was careless of me." His face must have said everything his voice could not - she continued, not needing his commentary to encourage her further. "I don't-..." she hesitated, her brows knitting together as she had to look away to piece her thoughts. "I don't want anyone else to get hurt because of me." Quieter, almost a whisper that he would have missed if he wasn't giving her his undivided attention. "...I can't lose you, too." ... Ahzuvi was not known to share certain parts of her life, leaving a noticeable gap in her stories whenever discussion would turn those directions. Only Thancred had supposedly pieced together even a vague idea, and those were thoughts he would never share with any of the Scions. But Alphinaud listened with rapt attention as she spoke with an open heart, and a surprising gentleness towards him. "I'm no stranger to losing everything. And I know how it feels - what you are feeling. That guilt, the responsibility. But you are here...we are here, and maybe we have a chance to fix things. But if you weren't here...I don't know what i would need to do. You make things better. You try to fix the broken, and right now the Scions are very broken." "...but you are also my friend." "So I can't lose you, too."
December 12, 2025 at 7:11 AM
zoeology.bsky.social
Openly weeping

BunnY
A screenshot taken from https://muzeumewolucji.pl/?p=2977&lang=en of a fossil of Palaeolagus haydeni, credited to Wolniewicz, A.S and Fostowicz-Frelik, Ł. 2021. CT-informed skull osteology of Palaeolagus haydeni (Mammalia: Lagomorpha) and its bearing on the reconstruction of the early lagomorph body plan. Frontiers in Ecology and Evolution 9:634757. The skull is in lateral view facing right, with two sets of upper incisors and one of lower incisors, a long diastema and then distinctive ridged cheek teeth. Along the side of the snout there is a region of bone which appears more weathered, typical of the lacy fenestrated area on lagomorph maxillas. The skull is flattened with relatively shallow orbits but it is still distinctively, painfully, perfectly a rabbit (rabbit here being dramatically used as a synonym for lagomorphs in general) A screenshot taken from https://muzeumewolucji.pl/?p=2977&lang=en of a fossil of Palaeolagus haydeni, credited to Wolniewicz, A.S and Fostowicz-Frelik, Ł. 2021. CT-informed skull osteology of Palaeolagus haydeni (Mammalia: Lagomorpha) and its bearing on the reconstruction of the early lagomorph body plan. Frontiers in Ecology and Evolution 9:634757. A CT model scan of the skull from the previous picture, different bones of the head highlighted in different colours. It looks even more rabbit now, the maxillary fenestra which are characteristic of lagomorpha beautifully preserved. I'm having an emotion
December 5, 2025 at 7:59 AM
diablerie.gay
i see some of my skeb fiend friends talk about ones they got back that they didn't as if they pulled bad in a gachapon machine or something and that's not really an emotion i'm interested in having
December 1, 2025 at 7:12 PM
thislivingdeath.bsky.social
LITERALLY. You can also spin it to be either deeply moving exploration of human flaws, or a very funny poke at human inconsistencies. The "oh.. I'm having an inconvenient emotion" vs "grrrr no I'm not"
November 22, 2025 at 6:12 PM
jtannenwald.bsky.social
I asked Emma Hayes how she'll handle the Gotham and Washington players coming across the country from San Jose, after having gone across the other way to play in the NWSL championship game.

Hayes' answer:
First of all, they've obviously had long seasons, but I don't want to prime people's brains, because I'm sure that nobody feeling tired going into a final. Especially one they've worked so hard to win. I think when it comes to anything that happens after that game, of course, teams will have things prepared for them. So we will work with the clubs on understanding what those things are. But also, of course, there's a lot of emotion that's going to go into playing a final. So, traveling from west coast to east coast, after the high of that and maybe even the low for some of them – they're going to need a good 72 hours, probably, to recover here. I don't expect them to be training Tuesday, though if they are, that's an added bonus. But I do expect the players to be back in with us on Wednesday, which gives us two days' prep going into [the first] Italy game. And of course, it will be a consideration in terms of what that looks like for Friday's game. But I'm used to doing this.
November 19, 2025 at 6:01 PM
howdomaddie.bsky.social
ty for the tag ;u;

deliberately chose non-xiv things; these passages i'm particularly proud of/enjoy rereading in a smattering of my fics!

let's see. tagging @sophiecognito.bsky.social @kestrelknight.bsky.social @catcard.bsky.social but only if you want to share! also if anyone else wants to :)
So he reaches the railing at the end of the pier and screams. He screams, loud and long and soul-deep. His voice is carried away on the wind, lost forever to the choppy surf that splashes against the pier and the waves in the distance. Water sprays up from where it crashes against the pier, dousing Flynn even further in salt water. The bandages crossing his chest stick to his skin unpleasantly, but he just keeps screaming, only pausing to take in breath before starting again. It’s been years since Flynn broke like this. He doesn’t really remember the last time he did, in all honesty. It’s probably not been since his mother died, when he curled in on himself and wept, clinging to the friend that held him through it. The place inside his heart where he had shoved every emotion he couldn’t let himself feel in these past few months breaks open, and he screams out his rage, his despair. When the salty spray irritates his dry throat to the point where he coughs raggedly, Flynn huffs and tries to fix how his mind is spinning, almost dizzy to the point of collapse. His breathing is shallow, his chest tight, and still somehow he cannot help but feel the need to give in to the things he is feeling. There’s remnants of a broken crate at his feet. Without thinking, Flynn takes a wooden board in hand and whips his arm back, throwing it as hard as he can into the waves. He doesn’t hear the splash as it hits the water over the roaring wind buffeting his frame. He feels possessed by the need to throw things, bending down to pick up pieces of the crate to hurl into the ocean. With each piece he sends flying through the wind, another scream is ripped from his throat. He thinks he’s crying, and probably has been since he got to the end of the pier. But with the wind and the rain he can hardly tell. "What happened after you sent the first calling card?" Yusuke tilts his head. "Morgana was a bit...vague about it when we discussed this card." "I guess he was.” Ryuji sits up a little. “What d'ya wanna know...? Anything specific?" The artist's expression goes stormy again, and it's a bit before Ryuji gets an answer. Yusuke must be thinking over what he wants to say. Eventually, he manages, "I suppose...how did the Palace ruler respond? What was it like, facing him?" Ryuji hadn't thought about it much, to be honest. He abandons his work to lean back on his hand and think it over. "I was happy to have a chance to wail on him without anything happenin' to me; I've hated him for ages, and it was nice to get it out. Beatin' the shit outta someone that’s been so shitty to you with a crowbar is fun when you're angry, yaknow?" Yusuke only makes a quiet noise of acknowledgement. Ryuji doesn’t say anything for a second, before continuing in a more serious tone than he’s used to. "I think it meant more to Ann, to be honest; all the shit that she had on him was still kind of happening, so I think she got more out of it than I did." Ryuji shrugs, before settling his hand on his bad knee. "But it felt good. Felt nice, finally gettin' back at him for everything. ...Felt better when he admitted to it all." "I see." Yusuke says, kind of quietly. He hesitates, before adding, "I hope I feel the same." "Dude, you'll be free of him." Ryuji leans forward onto the table, nudging him under the table with his foot. "I promise it'll be better." Yusuke turns and meets his eye directly, gray eyes as intense as always. He studies Ryuji's face intently, before nodding as if he'd decided something. "You're a good person, Ryuji." The blonde sputters, jerking back a little. "Dude, where the hell did that come from?" Yusuke doesn't answer, just smiles a bit more broadly as he turns back to the computer. It’s close to 11 when they finally decide it’s time to get home, all still chatting animatedly as they stand and head outside. In spite of everything, Apollo finds he does actually like Klavier. He’s funny, unafraid of making jokes at his own expense, and if Trucy has vouched for him, then maybe he really isn’t all that bad. Apollo knows he’ll never be able to forgive him for Delphi, but against all odds, he can see himself being friends with Klavier. As their group separates for the night, Klavier stops him. “Justice, listen--” Klavier shifts nervously on his feet. “I--I don’t want to overstep my bounds, but I had a lot of fun tonight, and I know Ema did too. If...if you wouldn’t mind, perhaps we can join you all again next time?” Next time. Apollo’s foggy mind is having a hard time processing it. “Uh--” “You don’t have to say yes right now, but--but I was honest when I said I want to make things up to you.” Klavier rubs the back of his neck. “I want to be your friend.” Apollo’s mouth falls open, and he’s not able to respond for a long moment. “Okay.” He finally says. “I think I want to be your friend, too.” Klavier’s face lights up almost the same way it did when he’d won karaoke, and Apollo feels something stirring in his chest at the sight. “I--I’m really happy to hear that. Listen--you have my phone number. Give me a call if you ever want to get lunch, or even if all you want me to do is keep winning karaoke for you.” “Okay. I can do that.” Apollo bites his lip, trying to hide his smile. He hears Clay calling for him over by his friend’s old SUV, and knows he needs to go. “I’ll look forward to hearing from you.” Klavier says, turning to where Ema is waiting for him at his car. “And I hope you get some good rest.” “Okay.” Apollo waves just a little. “Drive safe.” He watches Klavier’s retreating form, half in disbelief. If you’d told him a year ago that he would befriend the man who would put his store out of business he never would have believed it. Squall was all long limbs and one word responses in those days, hormones making him annoyed with the world and the way his words tended to jumble up in his mouth. So he scowled down at his work, scowled as he trained, and said little. A castle guard didn't need to speak, anyway; so long as he could follow orders, he could get away with being quiet. That attitude didn't win him any friends, really, but Squall was okay with that. That was why he was understandably bewildered when Cloud, another cadet roughly his age with hair as golden as the sun, started to hang around when he could. The blonde seemed to be somewhat popular among their class of cadets, though their commanding officers often commented that Cloud's attitude left a lot to be desired. He was a decent fighter and hungered to be the best, so Squall chalked it up to Cloud wanting to fight someone who might be of the same fighting caliber. He never asked for a reason--he didn't exactly care, too good by then at keeping to himself and avoiding making connections with others. Squall resigned himself to the fact that Cloud would more often than not follow at his heels during the course of the day and went about his business. This meant that Cloud often joined him when Squall settled onto the castle lawn in the late afternoon to sort and clean his equipment. Quickly, Squall learned to tune out most of Cloud's ramblings--it started off as bragging about himself, his strengths, his friends and family. As the days went on, the one-sided conversations drifted to admiration of their superiors, and sometimes even complete silence. More than once on the quieter days, Squall caught Cloud staring at him. The blonde would turn pink and hurriedly look away, grumbling something that Squall never caught. Squall would go back to cleaning his gunblade, knowing that he would forget these interactions before long.
November 19, 2025 at 2:50 PM
rozzingit.bsky.social
but recognizing "i'm having an emotional response to this because my lived experiences make me susceptible to reactivity on this specific topic" is absolutely a thing that just -- not everyone learns. i think great art always evokes emotion. but evoking emotion does not always equal great art
November 11, 2025 at 9:12 PM
svetlanalandry.bsky.social
my long-winded thoughts on last night's episode of 9-1-1 which turns into an entire character analysis on eddie diaz 🫶
After having some time to be sad about abuela, I do think this is my favorite episode of the season I think this topic could've been explored w/o abuela's death, but I understand the choice to do so. A main facet of Eddie's character is that he represses his emotions. Grief is one of the only paths that allow his emotions to break through that repression. I do want to see Eddie make more progress into expanding beyond grief, but we have seen glimpses- Eddie choosing unrestrained joy during the risky business scene, for example. But I understand that grief is still his primary avenue for emotionality. And this is likely because it is a strong emotion, but also because it is a culturally/societally acceptable emotion. He's allowed to be sad about his dead wife, his fallen comrades, the deaths of his captain and grandmother. Grief is one of the only circumstances where crying wouldn't threaten his masculinity. Eddie's psyche is a manifestation of this struggle he feels- between what he believes he's supposed to do, what he's supposed to be and who he actually is or wants to be. Eddie does his best to fit into certain roles he thinks his family or his culture require of him- the dutiful son, the grieving widower, the devoted father, provider, the god-fearing "man of the house," the stoic. His rare moments of emotional outburst (outside of grief or entangled with grief) are often a fear response- one of panic or anger- when he feels that he has failed to meet the requirements of these roles. Eddie has enough self-awareness to question the validity or value of these cultural/societal roles, seen in his criticism of the church, confrontations with his parents about his upbringing, his insistence on raising Christopher differently, etc, but he clearly still feels the pressure to adhere to them, and they influence his behavior and beliefs subconsciously. Sometimes I even think this is where his frustration with Buck often stems- because Buck tends to defy the roles that Eddie uses to structure his identity. Particularly, Buck is not good at ignoring his emotions, sometimes to his own detriment, and all of Eddie's defense mechanisms are aimed at emotional repression. This causes a clash between them at times. As someone who grew up in the evangelical church, I relate so much to Eddie. Even though I'm not Catholic, or Mexican, or even a man, I know what it's like to be raised in a culture that demands adherence to particular roles, and furthermore, ties your worth and your inherent goodness to your adherence to these roles. I am achingly familiar with how this pressure shapes a person's psychology and identity. So I love episodes that explore that. To me, this episode is more about Eddie's spirituality and sense of belonging than a return to organized religion- one where he explores what it means to feel connected with his culture without feeling restricted by it or rejecting it altogether. What I fear, is that Eddie will slip back into what is most familiar- limiting his emotional experience to grief and not expanding/ testing who he is outside of what is acceptable to others. What I hope is that 9-1-1 will continue to push Eddie to open his heart to all emotion, his mind to sincere reflection on who he really is, what he really wants, and who he wants to be, free of what is expected of him.
November 7, 2025 at 7:37 PM
jdragsky.bsky.social
if it's helpful, i tend to remind myself that this is an emotion i'm having, not a measurement of fact, and i find focusing on ways to be kind to myself and my body help distract me from the evil chanting
October 28, 2025 at 5:36 PM
jseakle.bsky.social
@vidityavoleti.bsky.social hi! i played Did People Come Up With Names Immediately? Does the Limitations of the Jam also Cover The Title? & the emotion that i eventually had was "smiling in recognition of another having an impulse i'm familiar with", because i realized your game reminded me of my own
October 28, 2025 at 5:54 AM
cgcpoems.bsky.social
just sent out a new substack about motherhood, mothering, & attempting to write “THE MOTHER.” link is here if you’d like to read, along with some excerpts! open.substack.com/pub/cgcpoems...
It is a weird thing to realize that you share a mother with your mother. I was acutely aware of this when we buried Dolly's ashes, and I stood next to my mother. Our grief, though different, complicated in their own ways, sang in the same tune. What I learned then, and continue to learn, is that mothering can happen between any parties. You could be mothered by a single father. You could be mothered by a group of friends. You could be mothered by an aunt. "Mother" is not only a noun, it is a verb. It is less about a figurehead, than it is about movement and action. As I began writing Burning The Ghost Light, a poetry collection which masquerades as a dramatic play, I knew I needed characters to get my message across. Plus, what's a play without defined characters? After some deliberation, I settled upon THE MOTHER, THE FATHER, THE LOVER, and THE SELF. These characters are amalgamations of people I've known personally, people I've heard about through friends and peers, and fictional characters. No one character is an accurate representation of anyone I know (though, I'll admit THE FATHER probably comes the closest—his death allows me a freedom to be honest without fear of tainting our relationship). Even so, I was having trouble inventing THE MOTHER. I knew what I wanted her arc to be, but her shape was ever-changing, a moving kaleidoscope of emotion and confusion. As I began to write her character, I realized motherhood was still a mystery to me. I had work to do. What I grappled with the most is that though I have been mothered and taken care of, I have never felt comfortable enough with any maternal figure to be emotionally honest with them. Never have I gone to a "mother" for advice, to talk about my personal life and feelings. Still, my instinct is to suffer in silence before I will allow someone to mother my heart back to health. Ultimately, the conclusion I came to was this; motherhood appears to me as a frayed sweater, strings hanging off in every direction. I'm afraid to pull. But, for the sake of the poems, I do.
November 14, 2024 at 8:05 PM
excannabiz.bsky.social
I appreciate your time and think I'm done after being insulted - for having a different view on an emotion. be well
March 31, 2025 at 1:22 PM
stlcatfishmike.bsky.social
I don’t know how old this is but I’m curious if you remember having an emotion or “feel” you were going for kind of an ambiguous expression
August 11, 2025 at 2:27 AM
irvingwestphd.bsky.social
Kinda day I’m having, who cares.
Album cover for Dead Blue Sky’s Symptoms of an Unwanted Emotion.
September 5, 2023 at 6:37 PM
uxalchemist.blacksky.app
calling you out for projecting an emotion i'm not having? bc i'm over here giggling. your panties knotted up over sandwich jokes is crazy
March 18, 2025 at 5:00 PM
missymusician81.bsky.social
The thing I’m finding hardest (and most unpleasant) is the anger. It isn’t an emotion I’ve really felt much as an adult and it is something I think I have suppress and choked down but now it’s almost uncontrollable!!! I’m having proper temper tantrums.
September 10, 2024 at 4:54 PM
youveekins.and.cat
OH no I’m having an emotion THRYRE SO CUUUUUUUUTE *sob*
November 9, 2025 at 3:27 PM
sprachstudentin.bsky.social
The other people on this bus don't know I'm having an emotion while listening to Kate Bush
October 6, 2023 at 12:39 PM
ocsttiac.bsky.social
Maybe I'm just an unpleasable guy, but I remember not rocking with the show from day one.

I think the only episode I can recall having a positive emotion over was the flashback episode.
November 26, 2024 at 10:41 PM