Every now and then, if I haven’t written here in a while, I think I should write an entry about how I’m simply writing an entry to let people know I am alive, and, yes- this is that entry. A “just checking in” entry.
Anyway, I’m alive. I’m writing a blog entry.
That’s all for the moment.
Not all that’s on my mind, of course, but all that I can say quickly and easily.
I hear and read this statement frequently. There is truth to this statement about lying, but I don’t think it is absolutely true. I do believe the majority of people tell intentional lies sometimes- and that some people tell lies very frequently (and not all of them are even politicians!) – but I also am certain people exist who cognitively are either not capable of intentional dishonesty, or else have extreme difficulty being that way. I have difficulty committing outright intentional deception. I can do it- mostly when I feel threatened in some way- but usually I have to tell myself I’m playing a character or a game or something. I also find it difficult to think that a “white lie” is so completely different from other lies. I know it’s meant to be different, yes. But not the same way the general public just seems to automatically get it. (And what exactly is “white” about it anyway?)
Here’s a thing I feel is true about lies:
I believe intent must be present for a lie to be told.
It is Asexual Awareness Week.
I don’t know what all I want to say about that except it is important for people to know asexuality exists and people who are asexual are not broken or wrong as I’ve heard some folks say.
Asexuality is one way of many ways of being.
Here’s a link to a site about it: http://asexualawarenessweek.com/
This is a picture of an orange tabby cat, sitting on a fuzzy green blanket. His name is Lawrence. Because it sort of rhymes with orange. He is wonderful, and he loves sitting on fuzzy blankets. And pillows, and my lap too. He is a very good, sweet cat even though he was feral for a long time before he decided to move in the house.
A poem and a photo.
Both very mediocre.
It’s a picture of my back yard. The trees look good, but the sky is definitely gray.
Really the reason I made this post was to see if I could take a pic and make a post with a tablet. And, in case you can’t tell from this picture, it’s not a very fancy tablet! But it was refurbished and a good deal.
Note: This isn’t meant to be a takedown or roast or what have you, just because I didn’t finish the book. I don’t want to give that impression.
It’s just generally what I thought, with a few issues/problems I had.
(And this has content/trigger warnings for literary mentions of sexism, assault, etc.)
And stating that anything disturbed or triggered me is not meant to say that it kept me up all night or gave me nightmares. It just made me more uncomfortable than I wanted to be at that specific time, given my general stress level, etc.
I also forgot to mention on the first part, that, in addition to the concerns I mentioned there, the way werewolf society works, and the way it views women is very disturbing. I know there are places on this planet where women in real life are not valued, but the way it’s depicted for werewolves is as bad or worse. I’ve read other books where werewolf society isn’t positive for women, but so far this sounds unusually bad.
I realized that I had started writing the second part of a post but forgot to finish and post it…
Yeah, I do that kind of thing.
I’m getting back on it right now.