I’m not a Writer.
I’ve never claimed to be a Writer and don’t like lying to people. Writers introduce people to worlds and ideas where I am limited to glimpses of scenes that don’t ever meet.
I’m more of a Jotter.
That kind of sounds dirty when you say it. It’s almost as if I am skanking up the real writer pool by even bothering to muddle up paper with tiny ideas that never go anywhere. I’m petrified and confused whenever anyone reads anything that ekes its way out of my mind.
After bouts of insecurity and self loathing, I read something written by someone who is acclaimed for reasons that seem like they can only be due to some form of devil worship in their favor. What passes for great literature just makes me want to curl up in a ball and cry sometimes.
So I decide to just keep jotting down random things until one day I can cut and paste together a decent work. In thinking everything I put down is crap, I guess that I am indirectly saying that it would fit right in with the works of some really rich folks who wouldn’t know character development if it shoved its hand up their backside.
I guess I’m a Jotter because I care too much.
I don’t want to just churn something out to make a buck. I want to weave an intriguing tale. I want the reader to see what the characters see. I want the audience to ride the emotional roller coaster with them, just hopefully not so upset that I get death threats when a character is offed or anything. The evil editor lives in this space.
It isn’t that the words aren’t good enough for me. I’ve seen the story already. Producing the pages that reflect the images of the narrative happens in spurts due to me trying to capture each moment perfectly for the reader.
I’m a Jotter working the snowball effect.
The least efficient writing process ever:
Sit at desk and open new document.
Wonder if person replied to email from yesterday, so check email. Then check other emails. Inbox zero all around.
Stomach rumbles. Take break to eat and drink something.
Turn TV on while eating. Watch 3 episodes of random crap.
Sit back down. Hack out a little bit.
Let mind wander after a paragraph closes, forget what you were doing for a bit.
Remember the document and crank out a bit more.
Think it isn’t quite right. Reread and reread.
Elect to fix it tomorrow afternoon. Save draft.
Put it off until completely forgotten.
There are quite a few angry Resident Evil: Retribution reviews in the wild. I find the disappointed reviews out there about as hilarious as the movie itself. The sad part is that neither the reviewers or the folks that got together to make the movie intended to make either as funny as they were.
When Boris Kodjoe is doing the best acting in a movie, you put the stars back in the box and go on about your day.
Reviewing an RE movie like it is supposed to be as serious as a standard film is like trying to add the text that cats type when they walk across the keyboard into the dictionary. It is just not right, no matter how you try to justify it. I watched a 95 minute stroll to an elevator twice (IMAX 3D and RealD 3D) and I was perfectly ok with it.
The RE movies are about Milla Jovovich killing zombies in a snug outfit for around 90 minutes. That’s it. Attempting to make out a decent plot or even caring about continuity is just lying to yourself and everyone else. These movies are so entrenched in a mythos solely based on her looking good splattering zombie brains that any other interpretation is pretty much equivalent to self-flagellation.
Let it go.
The only people in the theatre for the fifth installment of this series were either diehard fans of Milla, or respectable movie critics who had nothing better to watch on its opening weekend. I feel sorry for the critics, because this wasn’t their movie.
Back in the 90s, I played the first RE game for about 15 minutes before I became frustrated with the game mechanics and returned it to the store. Nevertheless I knew that the characters on the strike team were more ham fisted fan service than the previous installment in the series. I didn’t even know most of the game character’s names until the movie felt the need to namecheck people that would normally just be zombie fodder. From Ada Wong rocking her more fashionable red dress to Barry Burton’s beard there was a big fat platter of “We put that in, you are welcome.” Hell, the movie was just a series of levels and the acting was on par with the polygon models in the first few games.
Not just catering to the masses who played the game, there were so many action movie bits that were borrowed that I wanted to tear through my movie collection when I got back home. This movie borrowed so heavily from other action flicks that I probably didn’t even catch them all, and I have watched a shitload of movies.
Anderson: I also liked Dawn/Day of the Dead, Alien(s), Fifth Element, Underworld, Sucker Punch, Inception, Blade Runner, -insert asian film here-, etc…
I’ve said before I’d be down with watching Milla do anything on screen, apparently I really meant it.
People are constantly terrified of failing. The eternal shame of doing something and not succeeding scares them so much that they run away from any and all opportunities.
I used to be that way. Doing what everyone told me I was supposed to do and suffering because nothing was worth the risk. I thought I was fine until I hit my breaking point and just decided that the shame was better than walking around feeling empty all the time.
I don’t have some fantastic story where my refusal to fear failure made me filthy rich or loved by millions. I’m just as broke as I was before, but I don’t feel like crap about it.
Hell, I pretty much fail at something everyday.
When I’m done with this post, I’m going to pick something new to learn at random and it would probably be hilarious to watch me muck it up. If I don’t fail miserably, then I have something new to brag about.
Either way fun times.
How Amber learns something:
1) Stumbles into the middle of it confused.
2)Changes things around randomly to see if that does anything.
3)Checks phone/mail/watches some videos.
4) Repeats step 2&3 with increasing amount of profanity.
5) Gives up and does something else for a bit.
6) Adds sugar or alcohol and more profanity.
Do you define asexual as a lack of sexual desire? A lack of interest in following through with desire? A hybrid? Something else entirely?
For some it may be different, but for me it is a lack of sexual attraction to others. Doesn’t tend to cross my mind without serious prompting from others and even then I just wonder why I am not on the same page. I have feelings for people, which tends to be frustrating for everyone involved because I don’t desire to get intimate with their bits. Even when I dream of becoming close to someone it doesn’t tend go there.
I can see the aesthetic beauty in people and I do appreciate it, but even if I try to will it, the urge isn’t there.
What is your emotional orientation?
I am very much homoromantic. Women are awesome, awesome creatures. I pretty much knew from jump that hetero- anything was off the books.
I thought maybe I fancied both men and women for a bit since I wasn’t drawn to one sexually over the other, but that didn’t really sit right either. After that I just knew that I was drawn to women emotionally and would just let other people call it whatever the hell they wanted to.
I’m curious how much you think the abusive past factors into your asexuality. I get the impression you would be so anyway. still wonder if you think it changed things, even if by degrees, based on something you said before
This question is one that I asked myself countless times. It even fueled my debate over whether I was truly emotionally attracted to women.
Even though I was abused at a young age – enough that details would require a separate entry when I get around to it – I have never harbored a disgust for sex. Unlike many victims my hate was directed toward the bastards that hurt me. The trauma was a large factor in how I interacted with people for years, but I never faulted sex itself.
I am not disgusted by sex, though I do think it’s funny that it is so integral to the lives of others sometimes. The times when I have been in relationships with people, I have participated in sexual acts for the other person’s sake. I have even obliged in circumstances where there was geographical distance.
I made it a point to work through the trust issues that the abuse caused and get to a place where those emotions no longer consumed me before I even entertained the idea that I was just indifferent to sex.
Even in discussions with sexual folks, I have heard them describe things that normal kids apparently do when younger than I was at that time in terms of body/sexual exploration and I don’t remember doing any of that or even coming up with the idea to.
It isn’t an aversion, or disgust, or fear, or hatred; I’m just not thinking about sex.
Usually when you look up Ace terms everything points to AVEN. Here is a list of some other resources by type:
Steam Groups for Ace Gamers:
Ace folks aren’t all the same. There are many shades to the grey. Quite a few folks take on the asexuality mantle because they fall outside the normal range of sexuality. This is one of the main reasons that the Ace triangle and flag incorporate black, grey and purple. It is usually just easier to claim plain ‘ol Ace than to describe the variants at length.
Some of the more common terms from the AVEN Wiki*:
- Asexual – I do not experience sexual attraction towards anyone
- Demisexual – I can experience secondary sexual attraction – only with people I have formed a relationship of some kind with
- Semisexual – I do not experience sexual attraction towards anyone, but I have a libido, and do not identify as asexual for that reason
- Sexual – I have a “normal” level of sexual attraction and do not identify as “gray” (I included this one for general reference)
- Grey-A– None of the above definitions fit me:
- do not normally experience sexual attraction, but do experience it sometimes
- experience sexual attraction, but a low sex drive
- experience sexual attraction and drive, but not strongly enough to want to act on them
- people who can enjoy and desire sex, but only under very limited and specific circumstances
*Similarly, some people who might technically belong to the gray area choose to identify as asexual because it is easier to explain. For example, if someone has experienced sexual attraction on one or two brief, fleeting occasions in their life, they might prefer to call themselves asexual because it is not worth the bother of having to explain these one or two occasions to everyone who asks about their orientation.
The concept of someone not wanting to shag a decent sized percentage of the population around them wrecks people’s heads.
Here is a short list of some things people have said to me :
- “You just haven’t met the right ____ yet.”
- “You are some weird monk aren’t you?”
- “Is it some religious thing?”
- “Do you need to see a doctor about that?”
- “Maybe you are just depressed?”
- “Could it just be low hormone levels?”
- “But you make raunchy jokes/say dirty things all the time. Are you sure?”
- “You lied. You don’t care about me because you don’t ___.”
- “Is it because of abuse/hatred/[other things that people want to blame]?”
- “You just haven’t tried.”
- “But you flirt pretty much constantly. It’s like those dudes that pretend to be gay to get women, isn’t it?”
- “Are you some sort of psychopath? Have you killed anyone?”
- “I have the number of a good therapist.’
- “There are probably pills for that.”
- “You neutered bastard.”
and my personal favorite:
“…so you are not a sex addict?” (It makes logical sense, but it is still a long stretch.)
Add that to the pile of confusion that ensues after they put together that I find women aesthetically pleasing and you have enough dialogue to fill a 22 episode order of a sitcom full of gossipy characters.
I get jealous of the majority of the populace sometimes because they don’t have these conversations. Tell someone that you like the same gender and it’s generally one of three responses: love, hate, or pensive acceptance. Tell someone that having sex with people doesn’t even cross your mind and they think you are making things up or need medical attention.
Asexuality is often written off as that person being damaged, confused, hateful towards a certain gender or misanthropic in general much like many other non-heteronormative sexual orientations. These misconceptions are annoying at the least, but the apparent invisibility of Ace individuals isn’t doing much to sway that. So Asexuality Awareness Week was created.
This week marks the second run of Asexuality Awareness Week. Ace folks and allies are spending our time offering information and spreading the word.
–The frequently asked questions.
I think the best description of Ace that I have come across was at AVEN
I’d like to state here and now that I think my sexual orientation is an unrecognized fourth categorization, along with heterosexual, homosexual, and bisexual. It isn’t an “undecided” or a “none of the above”; it is actually a legitimate fourth choice–it is not “no sexual orientation,” but rather a “sexual orientation of ‘no.'” No thank you; please pass the potatoes. I propose that if a person has no interest, it does not necessarily indicate a psychological issue, a physical problem, or an active sexual orientation that has just been buried.
AVEN has many resources available plus the forums are frequented by Ace folks and allies.
You can follow these folks on Twitter for more updates/info: