The world does not move at the speed of weird little #AuHD nerds. No matter how many times I refresh my inbox, it will not magically summon the emails I'm looking for.

(Unless it's just one more refresh, better go check again after posting this)

#ADHD

As promised last week, here's the link to the story I just released:

https://literotica.com/s/might-as-well-make-it-a-good-reason

It's more romancey, qne dramay than quick wank fest, but there is technically sex at the end.

Question for the #actuallyautistic authors of the Internet:

How the hell do you write a character without them becoming autistic because of the limitations of the person writing their thoughts, feeling, and words?

I hope there’s an answer beyond “you’re disabled and one of the ways you’re disabled is that any fiction you try to write will be pigeonholed to one specific niche and character archetype.”

I finally figured out what specifically it is about Dom/Sub dynamics in romance writing that really makes it feel icky for me:

I don’t find my trauma nearly as sexy as other people seem to find it.

More power to ‘em but that bruise on my soul gets poked enough just trying to be a person. The idea of intentionally poking it is just the antithesis of hot for me. I’d just like to live a year where people I love don’t accidentally hurt me for no reason.

I love how ridiculously gay this town is.

So I was getting dinner at the drive through. Gal at the counter has a gold heart pendant with what I assumed was her name. Must be a gift from her boyfriend. Look at the name tag on her hat… I stand corrected, her girlfriend was clearly marking her territory.

Hey Izzy what's your favorite form of self harm?

Reading things written by writers who are way better than I'll ever be.

I can not express how much I hate the concept:

That object isn’t actually red, you just think it is because of the wave length of photons it reflects.

This dualism between what “is” in some deeply profound sense and what the observable properties of the universe are.

I can’t access the deep knowledge of what is, which leads me to be wrong about things in very frustrating ways. I don’t think I’m wrong, but clearly I’m wrong about that, and if I could just see the true truth below the observable facts, I’d understand why I was wrong.

Autism kind of sucks sometimes.

I’m not sure if it’s an #actuallyautistic thing or just a lot of trauma in a trenchcoat thing, but I seem to have a wildly different idea of what kindness means than most people I encounter on a daily basis.

I see kindness as helping to ensure people don’t fail, and thus suffer consequences, as much as possible, kindness requires freely sharing information and intervening when simply stating facts won’t save someone. It requires openness and honesty about your own actions and their consequences, ie “yes I know redirecting you to a non-preferred activity is unpleasant, but that unpleasantness will avert these future problems”

Other people seem to think of kindness as maximizing personal freedom through non-intervention. Even, and perhaps especially, when their non-intervention gives them justification to hurt the person they watched make a mistake later. Intervention seems to cause guilt which is seen as the greater sin.