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Saturday, 18 November 2017

Dear 2016 Me

Dear 2016 Me

By
Alexander Gordon Jahans


Why do we fall?
So we might learn to pick ourselves up again.
The Christopher Nolan Batman Films

(I started with a pretentious quote, sorry)

Brexit, Trump and another coup against Jeremy Corbyn. The nazis are sending packages to your door and scaring your family to the point where police are regularly popping round. And you’re still dealing with Kallman’s Sydrome, Growth Hormone Deficiency, Dad being a monstrous cock and the guilt of that fanfic. And oh yeah, banging your head against the brick wall of universal credit.

I wish I could say things get easier. They don’t. Putin’s started killing gay people in Chechnya. Your sister has revealed herself as not only emmigrating to as different country but also a staunch defender of your father. Illnesses plague the family and you gain another medical diagnosis, which thanks to NHS underfunding may actually get treated by the time the conservatives are no longer in power. And oh yeah the conservatives are still in power, despite another election, propped up by bribing terrorists and the news cycle is now all Trump being a stupid git, all the time. Except when caring about sexual assault becomes news, then most of the (1% owned) media curiously has amnesia about Trump saying he grabs women by the pussy.

So yeah, things don’t get easier. The world is fucked and it is only getting more fucked because as money concentrates in the hands of fewer and fewer people there is less that can actually be done to help or change anything. After all America now runs the world and America is a place where bribing Senators is free speech but a sports person kneeling during the pledge of allegiance is a disgrace that must be silence.

So why am I writing this? Because you get better.

It really doesn’t feel like it. I feel like I am a house built on the edge of a cliff where the ground is eroding away beneath me. I’ve deleted my youtube videos, changed my name online and rebooted the continuity of my fiction. I have run and run and I am so tired and in so much pain and now when I feel the clusterfucks of drama bombs landing I am ready for death. Except the end has not come and I don’t honestly think it will.

I think my father, the government and that prick who thinks I wrote Adam Godwinson about him will keep screaming in my face. I think that when people are desperate they will rage at me that I should try harder, push harder, care more. I think I have passed the point of caring what these morons think. Ohj I know they’ll keep trying to destroy me and my family. Father threatened my mother that he would reduce the share of the money she got from the house if she didn’t do more work round the house. A gamer spotting an obvious weakness and attacking it with all the subtlety of a dalek.

I think things aren’t going to get easier, I think the anxiety this cruel sadistic world exhibits upon those I still care about will keep creating drama until the day I die but I know now that I can take it. It’ll hurt like hell and I might have to be cold as fuck and cut vulnerable people off while I heal but I will survive. At least until the filthy cockteases finally pull the damned triggers on those guns they keep threatening me with.

You see three years ago - Or is it four? - I started playing video games because leaving university gave me the time and dreams of being a letsplayer gave me the motive. I don’t play games a lot, not nearly as much as people would expect, but I favour the same games and I play them over and over and over and I keep getting better.

Why does that matter? Because it’s a microcosm of what’s happenning to me in reality. I’m getting better at dealing with trolls, getting better at living among feminists and trans people online despite my ignorance and desire to share that ignorant perspective. I’m biting my tongue, I’m listening and I am getting better as a writer. Even the descriptions and the portrayal of women.

Do I have a problem writing women? Yes. Do I have a compulsive need to write submissive women into my stories? Yeah. I do however think that I am finding ways to square the circle and at least make clear that the fetish romances are just fluff and not a statement on how I think the world should be. That I can provide representation for women that is nuanced individual and rich even if I’m writing young submissive supermodels as well because I’m a pathetic lust filled virgin.

More importantly though I am slowly starting to forgive myself for my sins in the past. For the ways I tried to give representation that fucked up immensely. It’s not been easy and I have written loads I am not proud of but I am getting better. And here’s the thing, I know now now that others I respect can see that I am better. The brash anti-feminist bragadocio has been replaced by a cautious feminist and trans ally who does not want to harm those he sides with.

I was bought to the point of tears after Nine Worlds Geek Fest because I didn’t believe the change that my friends could see. I thought I’d lied to them, manipulated them, that I had been a shark swimming among seals convinced I was not a danger and that I had been tremendously irresponsible. I used to think I was a bad man with rules but bad men do not spend years grieving in distress for the harm they unwittingly caused. I just couldn’t see what those around me could. I couldn’t see the danger and I couldn’t see how I had changed.

I have changed and I am still changing. I don’t know what I’m changing into but I don’t think I’m becoming Gordon Gecko. That’s not where I am putting my skill points. I am a kinky autistic writer with an interest in scifi and fantasy and yeah I’m going through a lot right now. I’m still riding out delayed puberty, I’m dealing with medical condition after medication and at some point my father is either actually going to die or allow the house to be sold (that’s not a threat by the way, he’s just a very old man).

At some point the house will be sold, my hormones will have settled down, I’ll have all the appropriate medications sorted and have at least one book out. Beyond that I don’t know but I am getting better.

Friday, 10 November 2017

My Sympathies

My Sympathies


So I’m writing and it’s quite an odd time for me because I feel like someone who suffered a many sided beat down over the course of three years and is only just now getting to his feet, and as I get to my feet I am stunned.

You see I am a defensive person by nature. You get bullied by almost an entire school, you’re going to be defensive. Defensive cis white men are not always the nicest of people. My defensiveness is why I was anti-feminist. I still feel a twinge of that same defensiveness when people complain about #notallmen because I know that feminists are just as defensive. But that’s bickering over semantics in the middle of a war, of a genocide, it’s not just, stupid and impolite, it’s cruel. Except nobody explained that to me at the time and I had to learn it for myself and it was not an easy or casualty free path.

Over the last three years I have been harrassed and stalked, I have seen that even when nazis are specifically targetting a white man it is the women around that white man who disproportionately take the most attacks. And yeah I had the victim blaming and now I’ve deleted every video I have under scorched earth tactics and still the fucks come for me and DEAR GOD, DON’T YOU FUCKERS HAVE PORN YOU COULD BE WATCHING INSTEAD OF BOTHERING ME

At the same time though I have been left reeling from people who felt victimised by my fiction and had other complaints that I still don’t know the full extent of because I am too fucking thick. I have spent years trying to write myself back to a place where I could move past those events and it took starting afresh in a new continuity with a new universe and a different species to feel able to write without feeling like I had this anchor dragging me down.

So I look at the world and its like giving a shit about predatory men is the new craze and I’m just kind of dumbfounded.

My opinion is worth shit. Believe women. Believe child stars. Believe that powerful men are arseholes.

At the same time however it is impossible to ignore that this feels fucking huge because I am a man with a serious competency bias. I know it is stupid and devoid of morality but when I read about Thatcher’s triumph of capitalism over the workers at the battle of Orgreave I feel like I should cheer for the competency involved and even when it comes to Trump - A man who is comically evil, though that’s an insult to comics. A man whose supporters have been directly harassing and destroying my life and those of people I care about for years. - I hate him a lot because of how incompetent he is.

For this reason I have a serious hard-on for the patriarchy. I mean yes I am a man with a tiny dick who got bullied a lot as a child and I have a fetish for submissive women but mostly it’s the competency because morality trumps all things except competency in my head seemingly.

The patriarchy is a perfectly evolved and incentivised machine of living unconsciously participating components. I am a rationalist and I look at things from an ideal perspective so I believe in innocent until proven guilty, I believe that revenge is wrong and I believe that fiction is fiction and while fiction can be reviewed, criticised, analysed and discussed, it should not be censored. Except the people who want to censor fiction are right that fiction is part of how the machine works.

We have seen study after study saying that violence in the media does not influence reality but if the media did not influence people to do things advertising would not exist. Hell I am damned certain that the reason I am fixated on this platonic ideal of the pretty skinny white young blonde woman is that the media I grew up with was trying to sell things I liked using actresses who fit that mould and I got sold on the wrong product. If you sell fast cars, nice lager, cool deodorant and nice computers with pretty girls you are going to sell people who like fast cars, nice lager, cool deodorant and nice computers on those pretty girls.

Why I am excited right now is that the craze for caring about accusations of sexual assault feels like an alcoholic wondering if maybe they have a problem. I mean you know that fucker isn’t going to stop drinking any time soon but it is a damned good sign.

I think Dan Carlin said sometime time again, in reference to Bush and Obama, that we are reaching a point where the electorate has long time memory, where the culture remembers the lies and the flip flops and contradictions. The age of coveilance and crowd sourcing is upon us and we are starting to remember and see through the bullshit.

This isn’t utopia yet. This is a culture of multiple generations waking up as one and piecing things together. And yes, we disagree and yes, that is new and we need to learn to discuss our differences with a view to exploring opposing ideas not debating with a view to victory but learning skills begins with fuckups.

So I am keeping my mouth shout and my eyes and ears open as I learn from those with perspectives that aren’t my own but I am championing them on, even if my defensiveness makes me feel like I should maybe be worried myself because I write pulp scifi stories about submissive women that have already made good people upset.

The writing does continue though and I can confirm that the first story has actually been finished so this is not just empty promises.

Although under the circumstances that feels worryingly like a threat. The Patariarchy is a perfect self replicating machine using media to brainwash people into perpetuating the machine but don't worry women I am right behind you. With my 47,000 word love story about a magical cannibalistic university lectuerer falling in love with her young student. Oh and the second story involves a feminist student of that cannibal being abducted by aliens in the 90s to serve as a sex toy to alien fascists... Okay... Maybe I am just a little bit actually evil. 

Tuesday, 7 November 2017

Entropy nsfw

Entropy

Bloggage
By
Alexander Gordon Jahans


My glasses snapped. The lens fell clattering to the ground then I had to tape them together, with tape over the lens like smears of jizz.

Today I decided to buy myself a kfc bargain bucket because I had to go into the town for Universal Credit, I was shy 18 pence so downgraded from a large meal but they kindly gave me the large diet coke since they’d already made it up. I then put the pepsi in the paper takeaway kfc bag and proceeded to fiddle with my tablet and bluetooth headphones because they had inexplicably decided to disconnect and have trouble reconnecting. The bottom fell out of the kfc bag as I walked back through town the large diet coke wasted on the floor, my chips and chicken only narrowly salvageable.

I don’t care. I want to. I think I should. I recognise rationally that I should be fucking pissed that I am stuck with permajizzed lenses because specsavers are arseholes. I recognise that I probably got minimum wage workers in trouble because I am a zombified moron and my rare kfc treat fell on the floor. I recognise that these are bad things. I just don’t fucking care.

I miss the fire. I miss the storm that powered me. I miss the flickers of. “And so we shall shoot all the keyboards of all the trolls because how dare they.”

I actually corrected a nazi troll the other day before I blocked them. I have no powder left to to spare for even the genocidally provocative. I just pointed out that I am actually a man in case some conspiracy theory or joke had got out of hand. I don’t care if people think of me as medusa’s secret cancerous left testical, I saw an opportunity to correct an obvious error that surely that could not be disagreed with on political grounds, so I took it.

I am reminded of a line from Farscape. “How can you not be angry? How can you not be insanely angry?” I should point out that nobody has actually cut off one of my arms. Though my father’s jakyll and hyde habits are now becoming positively trollish in their overt and obvious button pushing. Buy a dishwasher, buy a roomba, these are things that can be done, machines that can be understood and operated efficiently.

I’m not even scared by nazis or universal credit anymore. I feel like for three years they’ve been threatening that they’ll destroy me if I don’t do as they say and I remain undestroyed. This isn’t suicide by fascist though, it’s just that after three years “but thou must” loses a lot of its impact. Either kill me or stop wasting my time.

I have new shoes and my feet ache right now. I haven’t slept properly in days for all kinds of reasons. I don’t care.

I finished the first story of my new continuity and I am happy with it. Happy that in so many ways it is what I wanted and needed it to be. And I am working on the second story of this collection and while there is one scene at the begging I am doubtful of I am pleased with the progress and value of this story. It is hard writing these stories, my creativity is being pushed, but I am happy.

There is the slight issue that caring about misogyny is the new craze and my first story features a predatory university professor seducing and then eating her students  while my second features a young submissive woman getting abuducted by aliens and becoming their sexpet. Like yes, I am a cis white male who writes stories about pretty white girls falling in love, submitting sexually and being hurt. At this point I’ve actually given up trying to stop even. Preferring to slip in better representation on top of the blatant misogyny porn.

I just don’t care. I don’t have the energy to care. Except this is late capitalism, half my family has anxiety and half my family is actually dying. Caring is something I am expected to do. Caring is something that actually causes me anxiety from the passive awareness of. The internet is dying because we aren’t watching ads anymore. The economy is dying because we aren’t buying anymore. People are dying because we aren’t showing up to vote and aren’t putting pressure on our governers.

And at the same time there are people on tumblr legitimately angry that the male villain might have a romantic scene or two with the female hero. It encourages abuse apparently.  I miss the age when the censors were the bad guys. I mean I legit don’t fucking care if the feminists come for me now. I’d probably deserve it. I just find it fucked up that people are angry over whether fictional characters do or do not have a relationship.

Trump boasted about grabbing women “by the pussy” BEFORE he got elected and that was only a year or two ago. There are people in real life talking about how they think black people are scientifically inferior and white people are somehow superior but also need to be protected. There are real people talking about how women deserve to be raped, black people deserve to be shot and people with different religious views should be mass killed. They march openly in pride of these views. And we’re angry that a couple of fictional characters might get into a relationship.

I mean obviously I know that the vast majority of people who care about the fiction will probably also care about the reality. I want to believe that Amy Pond secrretly becomes an immortal time travelling submissive who ends up with everyone but I also want Trump’s downfall to be slow, public, messy and pathetically staining to any ideas he supported.  You can care about fiction and reality but we are still talking about a franchise with planet destroying weapons and slavery where a redemptive het couple is being seen as the ultimate evil.

That’s three paragraphs on one topic. That might indicate I care or it might indicate that the diet coke has finally kicked in. You decide. *dramatic sting music*

I will incidentally voice however that one of the reasons I like to believe in redemptive arcs is that if there is any hope for me I need to believe in redemption. I suppose that’s ultimately why I’ve stopped caring for success at capitalism, my bootstraps are busy being employed in the climb back up the slippery slope from the abyss.

I was so angry and I was so hurt and so afraid. That prick calling himself Adam Godwinson in the emails thought Adam Godwinson was the big bad. He was more like the sprinking of chocolate atop a Starbucks coffee, except the coffee in this case was this cisman’s burden being explored. More than 200,000 words on “trans people were mean it me and I don’t like it”. I think nuking the continuity was caused by the realization that if I was so insanely butt hurt they probably had a point and I was legitimately a dangerous person for trans people to be around online.

I’m not a nice guy. I’m not a good guy. I don’t think I deserve death but I also think that becoming less of a problematic arsehole will take my whole life.

I am I think a better writer and a better person for having written those 200,000 words and underwent that process but what I am learning is thast I justy need to be left to write and listen to podcasts.

There is this idea that neurotypical people have which says that everyone should be like them. Neurotypical people like going outside, neurotypical people like talking to people, neurotypical people are helped by exposure to more people. They think that if you are autistic you will be better off if you are like them. I was brainwashed by this mindset. I feared becoming the autistic shut in.

Here’s the thing though. People are insanely boring. Pot calling the kettle black I know but it’s still true. The outside is boring. People are boring and difficult. I don’t care anymore. I don’t care about navigating the sensitivities of neurotypical morons. I have a different brain. I like different things. That is okay.

Because yes I am tired and in pain and stressed by morons who want me to care so much about stuff that does not matter but when all is said and done and I am left to chill by myself - writing, watching letsplays, listening to podcasts, playing videogames, going for walks - I am happy. It’s when people demand attention that I am not.

Which is ultimately why I prefer text based communication via slow mediums like email. Nobody is going to angst that you read their email but haven’t replied yet. The phone won’t ring. The answer phone won’t bleep annoyingly about a new message, you can skim past bits that bore you. Email is just better. Gmail may be centralised to the point of self sabotage by google but email as a medium just works for me.

And now I think, if you will excuse me I am going to write a scene about a very pretty young woman meeting her new alien master. I’m evil and I like it and if the revolution comes I shall die happy that I wrote fiction I enjoyed writing.



Thursday, 2 November 2017

Defending Hannibal Series 3 nsfw

Defending Hannibal Series 3

NSFW

By
Alexander Gordon Jahans


So I am currently finishing off the first story of the new story collection in a new continuity. This is a story that has to introduce a style and a lore that is at once pre existing but also entirely new. I need an anchor point. A way to let there be an elevator pitch of stories that can grow to ridiculous sizes and encompass grand pretentiousness, graphic gore and cheesy pulp.  I need to set up the Farsh-nuke but I also need to set up the world and a worthy audience surrogate. So this is the Discworld does Hannibal.

But what is Hannibal?

Well for my purposes Hannibal is an introduction to gore, vore and protagonist monsters through the familiar prisms of police procedural, thematic serial killers and the enigmatic charming serial killer.

My story is a love story. It is love story that is utterly hideous and immoral but it sets up the fact that well, I am a writer with a habit of writing submissive women and it is literally part of the lore that 3 out of the seven gods are in different ways predatory. The love story also allows for the most close examination of character development between characters since the story is basically a series of interactions and discussions. So if you need to introduce a world of predatory monsters and getting monsters to fight other monsters that is one clean way to do it. No angsting over “My dead family!” just the prospective partner going “Dude, quit it.”

Anyway I mention this because well... I’ve not been well. Stalked by nazis, dealing with health complications, struggling with guilt over fiction that upset people I cared about. Part of the reason I write horror, part of the reason I write vore, is that my imagination is not a nice place to inhabit when I don’t have control over it. Better to desensitise yourself and tolerate the nightmares than be scared every night. Being unemployed I have a lot of time on my hands and a lot of time to think. Media is a very merciful distraction and the Eat The Rude Podcast about the Hannibal tv series (that I had already seen and loved) provided distraction after distraction like emergency lights on a smoke filled plane guiding me through a very dark patch.

I finished listening to the Eat The Rude Podcast sometime ago but it span off from the This Is Our Design Podcast and something that kept niggling at me was the sense of criticisms left unheard that were within this Hannibal podcast that I had not listened to. So when I ran out of podcasts to binge yet again I looked up This Is Our Design and it has helped provide context and setting for not just this story but the aborted story immediately before it, the writing of which helped heal me of some mental wounds.

So this matters. This series matters. These podcasts matter. These criticisms matter.

Now yeah I confess that at the time of watching the Hannibal tv series it was already dead to me so I watched that last episode the same way I watched Farscape The Peacekeeper Wars or Serenity. Sure its a little janky, rushed and not quite in character but it almost works and its far better than the nothing we would have got to begin with.

Except I watched Hannibal as an ambiguously gay series. I mean some moments are super romantically gay and I love that but I will also defend romanticized male friendship to the death, if only because my autism keeps people at a distance from me. In my opinion every moment of that last episode can be interpreted as Will Graham realising that Jack will keep putting Will and those he cares about in danger because Hannibal is just too useful a resource.

I am totally fine with them surviving because Will Graham trying to kill Hannibal is what Hannibal wants. “Oh no, what ever shall we do Will, we are all alone on this bluff that is eroding away and when we stand back to back at the raggedy edge it will totally be dangerous and we aren’t at all likely to land in my prepared safety net, ready to use my parked boat to go eat Bedelia. Truly I am at your mercy Will, strike me down with all of your fury.”

At the same time there is one criticism which has niggled and niggled away at me tonight. The idea that Will Graham healed and therefore his and Hannibal’s relationship isn’t possible.

For the purposes of this analysis I am going to treat series 3 as series 3 and 4 combined. With series 3 being Florence/the Verger estate and Series 4 being The Great Red Dragon/ Will orchestrating Hannibal’s escape. The reason for this is that series one and two are each split into two parts. Series one, Police Procedural/Will’s Madness. Series two, Will in prison/Will baiting Hannibal from his side. Each half of the series segues naturally into the other while series endings end with a scene of set up foreshadowing. Series one ends with Will in prison accused of being the Chesapeke Ripper. Series two ends with the heroes shattered and Hannibal on the run with Bedelia.

Series three, The Florence arc segues naturally into the Verger Estate arc and Will’s redyness to say goodbye to Hannibal. It ends with Hannibal giving himself up to set up series four where the Red Dragon adaptation segues naturally (well segues anyway) into Will Graham realising he loves how he is with Hannibal in his head and wants to break him out but the conflict is continuing. The series ends with the symbolic death of the Will and Hannibal they know, ready to visit Bedelia’s for lunch. Oh and then there is the fact the two halves follow different episode naming conventions, following in the format established for series episode names established with series one and two.

Remember Hannibal’s line about if there could ever be a man so evil Will takes pleasure from killing them? Remember that the entire series began with Will’s breakdown as a result of killing a monster he had been empathising with at the time. Remember that Hannibal was there to encourage that vengeful streak. Then remember that Bedelia has also killed someone. Like Garrett Jacob Hobbes, like Able Gideon, like Randall Tier, like the firefly man, like Francis Dolarhyde, like Hannibal and yes, even like Frederick Chilton, the man who made Able Gideon think he was the Chesapeak Ripper. Everything about that scene is entirely in character and thematically set up.

The problem however is that Hannibal condensed its seasons.

You see as I mentioned at the beginning I am writing a romance story with a cannibal serial killer and I have realised that I need to end the romance with a break and restart at the first date as the Hannibal tv series did with the break between The Florence/Verger stuff and the Red Dragon stuff.

The reason is that if your love story is abusive and you want to legitimise it you at least from the perspective of the characters, there needs to be time to heal. Will Graham saw at the end of series two that Hannibal was serious about starting a family with him but there was no way in fuck that he could have gone with Hannibal. Partly because Hannibal had quite literally gut him but also because whatever connections Hannibal saw could not be seized by a healthy mind when Hannibal was still terrorizing him. 

The big criticism I saw was that Red Dragon established a healed Will Graham with a loving wife and family so why the fuck would he return to Hannibal Lecter? Because we are watching from the sides. We can see that Hannibal Lecter is almost literally the devil and the sensible reaction is to run. Because you get to live and you have a nice life anyway. Well Will Graham does.

Except that’s precisely the point. If series three had ended with Will going on the run with Hannibal it would have felt disingenuous. The point of Hannibal the tv series is that he is the villain but we find him interesting enough to choose to continue spending time with. I mean yes, it is fiction to us but the metanarrative point is there. There is noone quite like Hannibal Lecter and he is terrifying but also intriguing because of it. Hannibal Lecter is unique. 

The point of the time skip is so Will can be happy and healthy, so he can have a good wife to go home to and still decide having conversations with Hannibal Lecter and killing evil people is what he wants to do instead. It’s not a happy ending for the same reason that Life on Mars did not have a happy ending, but it is happy for the main character.

Now as for whether series 4 becomes Hannibal and Will the vigilante couple and ends with Hannibal’s rehabilitation, or more likely Will ends up dead with Hannibal back in prison to face Clarice, I don’t know. I suppose my happy life for them both if they survive is that Hannibal and Will just eat their way through all the rude killers in the world, ending the threat of nazism for good.

Tuesday, 31 October 2017

The Death Of Globalism

The Death Of Globalism

By
Alexander Gordon Jahans


I can’t sleep and I am tired as fuck, which makes now the perfect time to write about weighty political topics. Particularly given I just deleted all my youtube videos so I can just sense the nazi trolls congregating about my online spaces like zombies congregating around a hold out city.

I am bored by the despair in the news, bored by the anger and the outrage and the hate. Bored by the stupidity, malice and greed fucking over the people. My general mood right now is that I am all out of fucks. We’re fucked more than the guy with a thousand dicks from Hydrogen Sonata. It’s just a case of what order the catastrophies are going to devastate us.

So I’m focusing on my fiction. After all I did just nuke everything I have ever written and there is something reassuringly overtly separate from our own reality about a world on the back of a giant fish swimming through space where elves give lectures about mythology to half dragon students. Even if I have already decided that Bryan Fuller’s Hannibal tv series basically exists as a work of fiction in this universe. If Bryan Fuller, George RR Martin and Rhianna Pratchett ever want to write The World Fish fantasy version of Hannibal I personally allow them license to pillage from my wretched fiction. Even if that is a bit like telling three great monarchs that they can eat your faeces if it it pleases them.

I used to think we needed globalism. I got the Star Trek Syndrome. We’ll have an Earth gov and then a space colonies and earth Gov then outwards and outwards until, well the Logicios and the United Civilisations of the Multiverse. Because even though England can’t please Yorkshire and London at the same time the Logicios certainly won’t have trouble with a fucking multiversal empire.

Yet games make Empires look so easy, because they are balanced to be winnable. I’ve spoken before how I feel the gamer mentality of “fire at the glowing weak spot” has encouraged trolls to be more racist, sexist, homophobic and transphobic for the simple reason that they here “Please be considerate that I am sensitive to this” as “say this now to defeat me”. I’m starting to feel like games encourage fascism for similar reasons.

Games are designed to be balanced and games are designed to be fun and it’s fiction so who cares right. But physical conflict is simply more visceral, more involved and it allows more control. Even in games with stealth or speech as an option you don’t have the same kind of involved game play. There is button masher for diplomacy, no tactical retreat and and use of terrain in a conversation. I realise we might have far worse problems if games did train people to to manipulate others in conversations. Though arguably the first game to have really enjoyable debating mechanics may greatly improve discourse online.

The point is that I despise war, I despise genocide. I condemn President Josiah Bartlett as a lying war mongering war criminal. And yet despite having won diplomatic victories in civ 5 before I basically always play a game of total conquest. It makes fascism seem possible. It gives an armchair tactician perspective where I’m convinced I am a total military badass despite sticking to cheiftain level of difficulty.

In a video game there is no weather or climate change, no global economic disaster caused by some bankers in a different country discovering a fun way to gamble debt and it getting out of hand, there are no newly created cartoons or videogames that hit it big and suddenly the economic landscape is over turned. There is no programming for the sense of the average citizen who doesn’t get involved in politics because it’s all too depressing but they have noticed hospital times getting longer, more people out of work or struggling to find work and at the same time more people in work from demographics they aren’t used to seeing. There is no programming for idiots who decide to do something terrible for a laugh and how that can snowball.

The Neoliberals won but their victory is coming to an end and as much as I want a new age of compassionate capitalism or feminist socialism I think globalism is dying. I also think that the way this age of outrage has to shake out is with the creation of safe spaces for everybody.

Now yeah nazis are bad. Genocide is a threat to the survival of the human race but dos patriotism have to be so toxic? Does misogyny, racism and homophobia have to be so toxic? Could we quietly ring fence a small country for all the bigots and say. “Here you go, enjoy, but we will squish you if you try to get forceful outside your borders.”? Probably not but we will never really kill bigotry so the question becomes if empire isn’t possible what happens then?

Well we’re seeing it already with Scotland, Catalonia and yes even Brexit. People are waking up and saying. “No, when the plane is crashing you apply your own gas mask before helping others.” The problem is that I believe Corbyn could make the bold strokes necessary to make a post-Brexit Britain even semi viable but the conservatives are allergic to the idea that anything other that pandering to the rich and fucking the poor will save them. If you are going to sever your ties with the European Economy you need to be willing to make Britain self sustaining. You need to nationalise and incentivise industry and farming again, not just finance and media.

It is interesting the note that increasingly Universal Basic Income is being talked of as viable. That is capitalists seeing the writing on the wall and screeching “If we just give everyone money maybe we can save scarcity as a system of geoverning society.” Universal Basic income is not communism, it is neofuedalism. It is the peasants who watch ads, buy things and vote so that politicians and corporate bosses can continue being the elite and better than everybody else.

Here’s what happens if we don’t get Universal Basic Income. The state stops justifying itself. The tools that governments have used to maintain control and order are coming to an end. 3d printers are undergoing development, as is VR. Renewable energy and GM crops are making it increasingly easy for poor farmers to sustain themselves. That’s not communist propaganda, that is capitalist reality. Yes the state has spies, the military and the police force but what have two decades of the war on terror taught us? That a bunch of mad men buying into horseshit online can scare the shit out of governments and people.

I like the state, I like regulation, I like police (I am white, English, cisgendered and male) but a small government can only really work when individual citizens can’t be self sufficient.

Now granted we live in an age where people still care enough about the state to respect it, when massive housing prices are leaving people desperate but still safe and relatively obedient. The danger of underfunding the police force and the military, the danger of defunding the welfare state is that people stop caring.

Now ideally I’d like to imagine a world where capitalists institute universal basic income and this can happen legally through purchasing, I’d also like to imagine a world where racists realise their arguments are nonsense.

 So the neoliberal governments retreat, a combination of an underfunded police force and examples of fascism on the rise stops people giving fucks about the law. They kick in the doors of unused buildings and start squats, then they start using farms of gm crops and set up renewable energy generation through solar panels or wind turbines. In age age of tablets and smart phones guerrilas power generation to keep connected becomes much more viable since your computer only needs charging for a few hours every day rather than constantly.

Those who don’t work the land or work to provide power will go out to raid the high streets superstores and rich houses. Looking for things to sell on the black market or simply additional tech. One advantage the young and poor will always have over the old and rich is that they will understand the new technology much better and be able to crack the tech and use it without being traced before it is too late.

Of course you’ll have the actual communes with their own premises and proper farms and power generation facilities.

And then you’ll have the new American dream of working your minimum wage until you can buy your own house and get your own farm and 3d printer.

And you’ll have the one percenters who are already off the grid.

This is not a future a want but this is a future I see as possible. If the state can’t come to its senses and remember what it’s great at then it shall suffer the worst fate any monster can have. It will be ignored to death.

Sunday, 29 October 2017

After The Screwups

After The Screwups

Bloggage
By
Alexander Gordon Jahans

Give me sharks and trolls, give me nazis and physics defying kamikaze guppies, give me ghosts, zombies and Hannibal Lecter in a bad mood. Nothing is quite so terrifying in my dreams as when my subconscious decides to drop the mic.

Feminists and nazis, trans people and trolls, these things have haunted me for years but they have haunted me because there is comfort in thinking about them in processing the possibilities for victory and maximum possible good. I fucked up bad, I fucked up in every possible way a man who tries to be good can fuck up.

It is easier to be stalked by nazis because my cavemen brain can cope with fight or flight, with outthinking a foe who wants to destroy me.

The times when my brain very calmly and casually declares. “No, you were wrong and you were stupid and you scared people and you have now damaged your own chances of survival and success.” Those are the moments I am destroyed, snapped like a dried twig.

It’s easy to call out the big flashy stuffy, the dances with trolls and anger at failure to please trans people. It’s the small quiet moments when you just say the wrong thing because it isn’t occurring to you to think “Is this insensitive?”

When we talk about autism, we talk about stimming, flappy hands and eye contact. That isn’t my autism. My autism is having to consciously think how what I say and do looks to other people. It’s having to understand how someone thinks so I can even try to avoid offending them. It’s that I can get distracted or tired and stressed and say the wrong thing. It’s that people still don’t understand that I need space when my stress gets bad for this reason.

We live in a world now where saying the wrong thing can get death threats sent to your door, can lose you friendships, can lose you family members, can get you fired.

It’s easy to learn to stop doing the flashy stuff, I love spinning but I stopped that because it’s weird. The problem with passing is people don’t understand that your brain literally can’t think how to avoid offending other people like they can. I just can’t even.

My mum left a message on the answer phone asking me not to swear at her because on her way to work she’d told me something I didn’t know or care about while I was distracted and I told her to fuck off because swearing just isn’t a big deal to me.

I have been bullied my whole fucking life and my imagination has forced me to desensitise myself to horror just to avoid being terrified every time I sleep. I could write fucking essays on why the trolls are going about things entirely the wrong way and offering them tips on how to get under my skin. Nothing a troll writes about me could be worse than anything I could imagine. Normal to me is a dark and incredibly sadistically insulting thing and if we consider something normal it doesn’t occur to us that others might be shocked by it.

It is very easy to talk of the need for safe spaces and intolerance to intolerance when your fragile people can think to abide by those rules.

I still get angry at how feminists get annoyed at men for feeling the need to say “not all men” when they themselves will feel the need to react as though you had insulted all feminists ever if you criticize feminists without specifying, terfs or white feminists or whatever.

I could never belong in any fucking safe space because I am the living embodiment of a false alarm in a world where ignoring alarms can get people killed or worse. I am that kind of fucking moron who could actually get in trouble innocently if there is a crackdown against creeps just because it might not occur to me in the moment to consider how what I was doing looked to other people in the room.

Now yes, feminists and activists write out grand essays saying “Do this, do that, think about this and think about that.” I literally don’t have the intellectual capacity. Especially as the human race has this bizarre fucking idea that if you treat people like shit and put them under stress they will perform better because they have to.

I am so out of fucks right now. I do not fucking care. Do it. Pull the trigger. Kill me. Shit or get off the god damned pot. I am fed up with bullies and stalkers and fucking failed capitalists insisting to me that I have to play their game if I want to survive.

And do you know what the fucked up part is then? When I say I have reached my limit, that I don’t care anymore, that I will call their bluffs until they help me or stop fucking around and finish the job? That’s when people who claim to care about me tell me I need counselling or medication. You’re done jumping through the societal hoops necessary to be allowed to live? We can’t have that. No, no, no, go become an obedient drugged up puppet.

I get that some people are helped by medication and counselling. I get that. But what I am experiencing is a natural consequence to being an outlier in society that it is trying to sand down.

I get so fucking angry when the advice I am given is to go volunteer. When the advice the rich people give is that the poor save their money. When there is a scarcity of jobs, you want more people spending and less people working. That is how fucking capitalism works you morons. Supply and demand. Too much supply not enough demand, you lower the supply and up the demand. And I am not going to go throw my life away doing something I should be paid for.

I am done with the bullshit. I am done with the defenders of the bullshit but most of all I am done with pretending like I can integrate into society. That I can pass. Society has too many contradictory rules, it is too angry and too judgemental and I am too offensive to it. I have people I care about but they must remain at a distance because no one deserves me at my worst.

And yeah I can hear a whole fuckton of people screaming bullshit right now but your brains are different and your experiences are different so you can all fucking shove it. I’m still writing, I’m still breathing and in some ways I am still improving but I can’t deal with the stress of people and their inability to consider those who think differently.

Friday, 27 October 2017

So That Happened NSFW

So That Happened 

By
Alexander Gordon Jahans


I am not a well person and I am not a normal person. Indeed I am not well and not normal in ways I am only fully beginning to understand myself. Perhaps because the damage of recent times has exposed these greater differences like an earthquake revealing lost secrets from time.

Look I’m kind of caught between nazis and feminists. There’s all this bisexual erasure going on as bi people are told they are allowed to count themselves as gay for the purposes of social justice and solidarity when I still feel like a straight man despite rapidly finding examples of men I would love to sexually gratify. The social progressive movement treads close to the grounds of the thought police when it comes to shunning fans of ships they dislike. Nazis meanwhile decide the best way to prove their inherent supremacy is to bully a mentally ill loser like.

The thing is though that I think in some small but maybe genuine way I was actuaslly traumatised those years ago when that facebook group disbanded. I mean I’ve got fucking nazis dumping on me every time I raise my head above the parapet, sending me emails bragging about how they have defeated me but still it is the memory of that fan group, the memory of those friends that haunts me. Still I can’t listen to Laura K Buzz without my brain going over the events of the past. I mean I don’t know but that sounds like some distress is getting triggered, even if it isn’t the same thing as needing an actual trigger warning.

At the end of the day though by the time that fucking fanfic was being written the mythology of the Farsh-nuke was already built upon layer after layer of scar tissue. The Farsh-nuke is just me having changed my name by deed poll. No it’s actually an eldritch entity posessing me. No the great Farsh-nuke is me that changed my name to the Farsh-nuke by deed poll and was so mentally strong I swallowed up the Farsh-nuke’s memories and abilities but not his morality and the Farsh-nuke is somebody else.

First there were the Logic Barons and the weresharks. Then they were the Logicios and the Septagonoids were introduced as main antagonists with a main arc for a tv  or web series. The Bam-Kursh, Gfaxxy Quluwmcy and Spring Heeled Jack were introduced. As was the idea of a female future female incarnation called the Unleasher and the Farsh-nuke’s soul being bound up with a woman called Lucy Danse, doomed to re incarnate wherever his soul turned up. It was here that the idea of a sylph cure became a major plot point

Then I moved to the idea of writing books and the idea of the world fish as the dark origins of the multiverse were introduced, I decided to kill off the Great Farsh-nuke and have Lucy Danse set up to found a new pseudo democratic alternative to the Logicioos in what was basically a welding of Starbuck from Battlestar Gallactica Reimagined and Commander Shepard the Mass Effect trilogy. We had Charicthy (cyborg sharks), Ooblopnick (Octopus people), Arachnoforms (Spider people) and the Humana Lacertae (Dinosaur people).

Then as I finished university short stories were written and new characters and concepts introduced. Galla Placidia, Viorum Kaztif-tan and Pacifus Subis were introduced. Lisa Watkins and the other toy girls. Then the Contravoxai and the Vligury. Bringing in the world of the microphilia fetish comic that inspired me. I finally wrote down the idea for the slick as a super hero character concept. I wrote about the first AI Omega.

Then I ended the Great Septagonoid War and had the Farsh-nukes and Lucys vanish with the destruction of the Logicios but the hope and seed of their reformation into something better. The idea was that Farsh-nuke would return and match wits with a neoliberal character called Richard Raspberry. This was where Weresylph Dawning tied into it. The shrinkening technically took place in this period.

Al-Quaida had been defeated, the War on Terror was over, troops were coming home and even Neoliberalism itself seemed on the ropes. Jeremy Corbyn and Bernie Sanders looked to be invigorating politics on the left while Trump and Farage looked to be dragging the Republican Party and the Conservative Party towards policies that would get them destroyed politically while weakening the tyrant of neoliberalism further. Can you hear the people sing!?

Then Trump got elected, Brexit was voted for, Britain got Thatcher 2.0, a suspicious package turned up on my doorstep care of the nazis and what was left from the damage of the shattered facebook group gave one final explosion.

So now the Farsh-nuke is a prisoner of Richard Raspberry, now a fascist who wants to turn his son into a daughter then rape them. Raspberry here gains the help of one Adam Godwinson, an Alpha God who gloats about succeeding against the Farsh-nuke by using the keystream against him. Troll Nazi god is born. Should have seen that one backfiring on me.

And that’s where it was left, except there were seeds from other stories. The Sylph Liberation Front were pushed forward with a character of Robert Gordon Banks touted to be a New God, replacing the Farsh-nuke in the pantheon.

Now here be spoilers for an aborted timeline. A character called Amy Hurst, woman who could match the Farsh-nuke for lusting, manipulativeness and cannibalism but would be a sylph herself and SLF operative. Viorum Kaztif-tan was reintroduced and given a trans woman sidekick Claudia Green who totally was not in anyway Laura K Buzz transposed into the role of Sarah Jane Smith from Doctor Who. In their stories we would have seen the Great Farsh-nuke sent to hell, the origin story for a scifi wonder woman who traps the devil by basically driving a scifi vulva connected to a black hole at him and the introduction of a device to let AIs remotely control people. The Sisterhood of the Quantumfold would also be introduced who sacrificed young white women to the realm of the Farsh-nukes and could open portals to the Farsh-nuke’s realm so, their souls could speak through sacrificed women.

We would have seen the origin story for Draco a batman esque scifi dragon superhero who would fight nazis alongside the Shark Knight a weresylph mercenery recruited by a fascist member of the 1%. We would have seen the origin story for the first real multiversal press and an attempt at displaying an African spearheaded movement against the Raspberry Reich that expandedacross the multiverse.

Many of these stories have already been wholely or partially written but they have been abandoned because the central arc was a metatexual commentary on my own disregard for the things I had written. To the point where Golden Girl would have concluded with the Farsh-nuke coming back, recruiting alternate universe versions of Richard Raspberry and Adam Godwinson to lead a white supremacist campaign against the genocidal nazis (may as well still from the bad guy’s recruiting pool and send those same men against him).

Then in what got the story ultimately spiked, after an entire story arc trying to come to terms with his guilt and speaking to me and an author stand in in universe the Farsh-nuke would realise he wasn’t guilty for supposedly developing a trans cure but something else. In the first act of the Logicio war, during the Battle for Peace when the Farsh-nukes and the United Civilisations were busy, the Logicios attacked the Empire of Mirth before the hundred million universes then went completely dark leaving only void. The Farsh-nuke would find the last audio recording from the Queen of Mirth begging crew to get to life pods. Realising that his guilt was at leaving a games journalist to run an empire and getting her and hundred million universes of souls killed (the Logicios and the United Civilsations had been founded by the Great Farsh-nuke after all) the Farsh-nuke went off in a rage to fetch the actual “trans cure” from the head master of the Golden Girl Academy that turns all races and genders into submissive white women.

The final twist would have been the Farsh-nuke realising that a writer who angsted about helping a character in appropriately would not in fact white her out in ddeath by genocide and we would see recontextualised the Queen of Mirth begging tthe crew of the Logicio ship that attacked them to get in the lifepods moments before obliterating the Logicio ship. This realisation would cause the Farsh-nuke to change his mind at the last moment and avoid using the “trans cure” on a man who hadd been torturing him and working for the Raspberry Reich.

We would have seen Claudia Green head to the coordinates of that first convention so long ago and finding the fossilised remains of the two untouched vials of the sylph cure. Revealing that a scene that was left deliberately ambiguous canonically ended with them not being used. Claudia Green would then promptly pull out a baseball bat and smash the vials while declaring defiantly that there is no cure. As the glass shatters we see illusion of a barren part of space drop as the Empire of Mirth sands stronger than ever, revealing Great Moderator Fleets of Multiversal Warships ready to take the fight to the Raspberry Reich.

Trust me, worse things also happened. It was actually listening to the Stranger Things episodes of the School of Movies that woke me up to just how much I had gone over the line when Alex talked about being repulsed by Game of Thrones and the things that happened there.

There is nothing redeemable about the Golden Girl. There are characters in it that I like. Alison Benchley actually reappears in Love Hurst the first part of the new World Fish set of stories but Alison Benchley is a very different character just by virtue of the fact that she did not begin the story as David Benchley, a cis genderred straight man.

The only thing that I can say after all of this is that I walked through the valley of the shadow of hell and I have come out the other side with a much better understanding of how to do descriptions, surrealism and being clever with storytelling. In the begging so much of my storytelling was about the generation of names and concepts. Now I get to watch them dance.

I do wonder whether I just shouldn’t whether I should just give up writing altogether. Ironically enough that was the story of the version of me within the narrative that the Farsh-nuke got to confront. A man who had abandoned writing altogether and this hadn’t grown ass a writer since killing off the Farsh-nuke.

So I have my characters and my concepts and I can now do description and imagery and better plotting. Lets see what I can do with a blank page and no baggage.

But yeah at this point I probably think deserve all charges of transphobia and the shit  I’ve been through as a result. The funny thing is I still can’t help but admire and think Laura K Buzz wonderful and her analysis and insight is wonderful, engaging and hilarious, even as singe from the memories of my sins.

I suppose that’s the thing in the end. Nothing is ever cocking easy. I can’t even bitter brooding and hurt without seeing the shades of grey.

Also I have played way too much civ five. Of course now I want to play some more.

My deepest apologies to any trans people hurt by my stories.

My deepest hopes for suffering to any nazis affected by my stories. Genocide is objectively bad and you should feel bad.

This failure is entirely my fault and nobody else’s.

Wednesday, 25 October 2017

Mundis Turpis

Mundis Turpis

By
Alexander Gordon Jahans


Space is big, space is really really big and sometimes space gets bigger still. When this happens we call the event inflation. Universes are less beans floating in the tomato sauce of the multiverse and more grapevines growing within a vast and ever expanding vineyard. Much of what has been written about the multiverse has focused on the planet Earth which lies within one particular grape, or sub-universe, in the vine that is cloned massively across the multiversal vineyard but it is far from the only grape.

Please be aware that many a translation convention will be in effect as new grapes in the vine are talked about. These are sub-universes with different laws of physics, different gods, different cultures and different languages. Any similarities to issues or people is purely an authorial overlay to indicate how the inhabitants would feel about such matters.

In one grape of the vine there exists the domain of the Mundis Turpis or World Fish, vast fish which swim through space eating up planktonoidal planetoids, excreting braktenol waste and heading to reproduce at great spawn clusters. They are so called because their backs are home to things Earth inhabitants would recognise as crust, mantle, upon which landmasses and oceans formed.

The reason the World Fish are in fact World Fish is that sometime after the Alpha Gods were were banished from the nothingness of the wider multiverse, the seven original Elder Gods (Spring Healed Jack, The Bam-Kursh, The Farsh-nuke, Viorum Kaztif-tan, Gfaxxy Quluwmcy, Galla Placidia and Pacifus Subis) decided to formally introduce themselves to the multiverse. On one of the vines in the great vineyard of the multiverse the Elder Gods landed at the very moment the inflation creating the domain of the World Fish began and seven powerful deities were unable to leave the universe. They had no experience of the logic of universes, particularly not the grape of the World Fish. Trapped, bored and immensely powerful they made these vast fish capable of sustaining life by altering the backs of their skins to facilitate an Earth-like atmosphere and creating artifical seasons and day night cycles through judicious use of carefully programmed planetary orbits and numerous other aspects.

Spring Heeled Jack managed to create a hell dimension for the souls of the damned to be condemned to and was promptly condemned to live there when the natives of the Galipalid Empire, founded in honour of Galla Placidia’s wisdom, took issue of his cruelly butchering their young women, particularly since the young women of the Gallipalid Empire were its rulers.

The Farsh-nuke managed to create some dragons and began work on a vast tome called the Silfavorecon, a collection of notes and thoughts on the wonders of young women and his fetish for making them submit. He was brutally savaged then trapped to be eternally tortured in deepest darkest circle of hell not long after because the Gallipalid’s could spot a dangerous tyrant in the making.

Pacifus Subis decided that two of her kin being condemned to eternal torture was enough so she decided to create a place of pure bliss where the souls of the worthy and the just could be sent to then she dissappeared inside her own domain, content to leave the Gallipalids to their own devices.

Then the Gallipallids killed a white dude called Nigel who had spent his life raging against the dangerousness of these dominant women and arguing that they deserved to be made to submit. He preached from the Silfavorecon and added his own verses because that’s sort of what people when they want to add legitimacy to their own arguments, they claim ancestry to something greater than themselves. The Gallipallids could see what was going on and promptly clamped down hard in an attempt to stop the danger of intolerance overthrowing their peaceful matriarchal utopia.

While all this was going on the Bam-Kursh, Viorum Kaztif-tan and Gfaxxy Quluwmcy had been quietly abducting people and experimenting based on what the Farsh-nuke had left in the Silfavorecon. One does not forget work created by the father of dragons just because he was a dick who got what he deserved. The Bam-Kursh was the Toy Maker, the ultimate manipulator. Viorum Kaztif-tan was a hedonist who believed in the right to become, be and transcend more than society thought usual. Gfaxxy Quluwmcy was as peace maker who believed in turning the other cheek to avoid a fight, in leveraging one’s own assets to encourage others to stop being aggressive. Together they created the Silf. a magical creature that could be harvested and used in different ways to create different desired effects.

The Silf was released upon the world at the height of the crackdown against the followers of Nigel and the three gods went down to spin its virtues. Viorum Kaztif-tan sung of how the Silf could allow people to embrace their true identities, shirking the limits of nature to have the physical attributes they desired quickly and painlessly. The Bam-Kursh whispered to the darkness of men and women that the Silf would make their fantasies come true if they only had the guts to reach out and take it. Gfaxxy Quluwmcy preached to the masses about how the Silf could make your loved ones long lived and healthy, how it could make you beautiful, wise and charming.The trio appeared silently dispersed the recipes to the followers of Nigel then let events take their course.

A hundred years after Nigel’s death Galla Placidia goes down in person to reason with the Nigellans. After getting her head kicked in by an angry mob she was sent to hell. The Nigellans then did what all successful revolutions do. They expanded so far and so fast that they rebounded upon themselves, almost wiping themselves out and spreading the same rubber bad style of progress across the world.

The year is 2018 AN (After Nigel) The last two hundred years have seen a near restoration to equality for women and other genders. Helped probably in part by Pacifis Subis popping back to the mortal realm to see what was going on, learning that Galla Placidia had been sent to hell, deciding that wouldn’t do and plonking her back down upon the mortal realm before heading back to heaven. Nobody noticed because this happened September the 10th 2001 AN. Some stuff happened the next day which gets conspiracy theorists screaming their heads off so really convincing evidence about two gods showing up gets immediately dismissed.

Galla Placidia found herself recruited to work in the security intelligence wing of Obtland’s government, a once mighty empire that is now home to three and a bit countries and largely democratised. Shlattensberg is that bit.

Shlattensberg was a true Nigellan stronghold, indeed they considered themselves Nukians because they sought the wisdom beyond Nigel’s later additions but inherrant in the philosophy of the Farsh-nuke. The Sisterhood of the Quantumfold believed in grooming men and women to create the perfect Sylphs with which to tempt the Farsh-nuke back into being and regularly sacrificed those they considered worthy to the gods.

The result of these sacrifices was an accruement of gifts and abilities that originated in Shattensberg. Wereforming - creatures with multiple hearts who transform when threatening or, with training, on demand. Blood stalking - immortals who have surrendered their souls and must keep taking the life blood of others to retain the abilities they hold. Soul binding - the ability for a mind to cling to the mortal realm once their soul has died.

The island of Labologna, which exists as part of the United States of Eagernot across the ocean, is a vast and paradoxical place. Extremely multicultural and horrendously bigoted. Terrified of the dangers of big government to the point of letting people die lest people be endangered by the government controlling the health of the people but voting consistently for a government that gives more money and power to government military, security and bureaucratic services. Labologna detests Shlattensberg’s politics and would dearly like to gobble them up but Obtland is unwilling to give up the last of its territory.

To complicate matters years are marked in this world by the World Fish returning to the spawning grounds and occassionally logic with leaks across from the back of one World Fish to another, altering reality in certain areas, and sometimes people and things migrate between World Fish. This is how the world came to include Elves, Dwarves, Ogres and other such non-human sapiants.

You will already know of how the Contravoxai stopped by and plucked a breeding population from the world fish before stumbling upon the earth and realising it was a planet filled with Vligury like people. Well some of the Contravoxai stayed, helping to overcome some of the idealogical ruts magic can cause by providing technological alternatives. Fortunately for the Vligury these were largely Contravoxai who thought eationg people was a stupid and nasty thing to do.

The Dragons that the Farsh-nuke created so long ago had created their own realm where they largely hung out but enough of them got bored and wandered down to the mortal realm that cults had sprung up worshipping them and half-dragons were a common enough sight.

There were rumours of two other agencies spoken of with tones of great reverence or hysterical mockery at the very idea of them. The first were The Chronocorps of Gallipallid Major, an organisation referred to in sacred texts that was said to preserve flow of time - whatever that meant in the multiverse. The second were the Physics Priests, an apparrent secretive organisation of fanatics devoted to preserving the fragile physics of the Mundis Turpis

Then there is the small issue of the chaos unleashed on September the 11th 2001 AN which has now led to extremist sects of different interpretations of the events surrounding the crushing of Nigel’s movement attempting terrorist insurrection against what they see as the enemy. What the enemy is exactly and why varies, often to the point of including the other extremist interpretations as enemies.

Fortunately having a craftsman with a keen grasp on logic as a god has managed to keep those we would view as capitalists from making the mistakes of those in our worlds. This is a world where immortality is relatively easy to get a hold of, heaven and hell both definitively exist and the gods will stop by to remind you to buck your ideas up so there is not so much incentive to chase the most amount of money in the shortest amount of time when you can instead aim for a steady, safe and consistent income.

If you are wondering how so many immortals live on the World Fish without it overpopulating, the answer is that they quite literally ascend to a higher plane of existence. I mean it’s the same with anything else in life, once you’ve reached a certain age, people so many years younger stop being company you really want to hang around with frequently. You get to five hundred years old and you think 80 year olds are so naive and arrogant. Since the planes can be an atom in actual exterior thickness and overlaid on top of each other, with navigation activated by thought there is no danger of running of space. Though the odd inhabited planet along the course of the World Fish’s yearly travels does suggest a kind of retiring to start a farm mentality among the very old.

Thursday, 19 October 2017

Him Though

Him Though

By
Alexander Gordon Jahans


The world is lighting up with the hashtag #MeToo as people all across the world come forward to talk about sexual assault and sexual harassment. And I’ve not been talking about it because I have nothing to say. I have not been sexually assaulted nor sexually harassed and I’m not a woman nor have I ever been particularly femme so I don’t have any stories of trying to avoid such an issue.

So why am I writing an article on this?

Because with the call comes the response and I have been there.

Do you know what happened when I really learned about feminism? Beyond the idea that women should be equal and into the ways that they weren’t, the ways that society keeps women unequal? I became an anti-feminist.

I was so outraged and so hurt because I lived in a bubble of ignorance where sexism was like homelessness in that it happens, it sucks, but there’s nothing anybody can really do so you don’t think about it. Terms like Patriarchy and Rape Culture sounded like Chem Trails and Anti-Vaxxing. They sounded like conspiracy theories and I am programmed by society to dismiss conspiracy theories.

The thing is that Radical Feminists and the Alt-Right have one thing in common, their communities are designed like traps to weed out the unworthy because outsiders can be so dangerous. I can understand why it happens. Cliqueification is natural when a community gets established, inside jokes get established, new terminology is coined. I mean look at the Bechdel Test the way you hear it described it sounds like it’s up there with the Skinner effect or the double slit experiment in Quantum Physics. It’s actually an idea taken from a lesbian comic.

I am not belittling feminism. I have passed through my phase of anti-feminism but I keep saying men I trust and like tripping up on the same hurdles. It’s all very well and good telling us to shut up and listen but that is not how men do anything. We practice, we experiment, we analyse and interrogate data. We call the teacher on bullshit when we see it and we want the answer explained in terms that we understand. Not all men clearly. And it is important to point out that we are not talking about all men.

The thing is feminism and the LGBTQA+ community has been immersed in this world and this war for fucking years. They are bloodied and scarred veterans and then we come up to them like guys who’ve just played five minutes of call of duty and we want all the answers. Heck I think about how frustrated and tired I feel explaining computers to my pensioner mother when I have used ubuntu, windows and macintosh. It’s like how do I explain the fundamental basics of this theory and metaphor to you when you think so differently to me and you are but a babe lost in the woods. Except oh yeah with Feminism this lost babe is telling you that the war you’ve been fighting your whole life isn’t real and you are just a bitter arsehole of an individual who is stupid, wrong and judgemental.

I have been stalked by fucking nazis and at this point I’m thinking feminists and trans people are the most patient and tolerant saints in the world because at this point my rage for those that harass me is such that death is too good for them. So I get the exasperation. I get the outrage and the bitterness and the “Oh for fuck’s sake look it up, you clearly have access to the internet” mentality.

The problem is that there comes a point when a movement stops being about hiding away in safe spaces for your own kin and starts being about creating wider change and in that wider change telling people to look it up for themselves isn’t enough. Especially because there are plenty of misogynistic shit heads looking to exploit the need for understanding and solidarity.

If your ego has been bruised you don’t want someone telling you it’s your fault, you want someone to agree with you and console you but offer suggestions as to how to improve.

So here is my advise to men freaking out in the wake of #MeToo and #HimThough

1. Don’t Panic - Yes, the problem is large, yes you are probably part of the problem but you can’t do anything to help anyone while your fight or flight reflex is in gear. Even if you are a problematic and dangerous individual the fact you know changes nothing to the outside world in a negative way.

2. Women and victims are going to talk about what it is like to be women and victims. That will be jarring. That will raise ugly questions. You don’t have to jump into the boiling hot depths of discourse in the beginning. It is okay to seek out feminist discourse from perspectives you understand first.

3. Feminism is a new language of cultural references and terminology. You can no more dip into an essay of deep feminist discourse as a beginner than you could dip into series 5 of a tv show and expect to understand everything. You are allowed to be confused and ease yourself in.

4. Yes feminism is calling you out and wants you to be better, no it is not calling you a monster. Feminism is about overturning a system of oppression so perfect that we are all a part of it even if we don’t realise it. Blame is not as important as changing your part in the system off oppression.  Recognition is important but feeling shitty is not wanted, ceasing to be part of the problem is.

5. Sexism is a spectrum. This is something I am only just now coming to understand. You can be a problematic man with issues and a past and still try to get better and you will get better if you allow yourself to learn in your own way. At the same time we aren’t going to build the perfect utopia overnight. Habits have been learned, biases ingrained, tastes and instincts established. You are not going to wake up from a long nightmare to find yourself feminist and not sexist and that is okay because the world is built on sexist arseholes who tried to be less sexist and make the world less sexist and they helped.

6. Yes feminism is annoying. Yes, feminism is frustrating. Yes, feminism reeks of double standards and yes some feminists are just dickheads because feminists are still humans and we can be stupid and cruel about anything for any damned reason. This point is important because Feminism is important and as a guy being critical of feminists and feminism puts you on the same spectrum as men who are in favour of raping women. To some people that sentence is going to be ridiculously mundane and tame, to some that is going to be ridiculously offensive. Feminism will offend you. Accept that.

7. Not everything about feminism is perfect and not all feminists are perfect but the majority of it is right enough that it is useful and should be championed and learned from despite its flaws.

8. I am a 6 foot guy with a loud voice who goies walking at night and has social anxiety. If you think I am not ridiculously anxious about whether I might offend, upset or creep out women you are wrong. Anxiety about whether you are being a problem is going to happen and sometimes it will suck.

9. Like it or not feminism is the brand of equality going forward and you will get steam rolled if you decide that you aren’t sexist but you do have enough legitimate problems with feminism to stand against it. Nazis have threatened me and hurt the people I cared about to get to be because they are obsessed with trying to destroy me for standing in opposition to them. The Feminists succeeded because the feminists are right and they are all around you and if they decide you are a danger I have the utmost of pity for you because there isn’t a force in the land that can defeat the juggernaut, not forever.

10. If you are scared or intimidated by women angrily expressing their opinions then for your own sake shut up and learn feminism.

Saturday, 14 October 2017

What is capitalism?

Alduin

Destroyer Of Worlds
By
Alexander Gordon Jahans


What is capitalism?

I used to be an anti-feminist so I’ve been in the position of trying to explain a real problem with real arseholes only to be met with the incredibly patronising. “Well The Dictionary says...”

The fact is that we live in an age where people who call themselves feminists persecute and discriminate against other women who are born differently, an age where people who are nazis and love the nazis will stubbornly insist that they aren’t nazis while getting furiously angry at anyone who insults nazis or suggests they can be brutally killed or even simply punched. This is an age where All Lives Matter is a rebuttal to Black Lives Matter despite implicitly agreeing that Black Lives Matter.

This is age of post-truth, churnalism and fake news. An age where the words themselves are up for debate and people get very angry about definitions and the placements of commas.

So before begin to accept and take on the challenge of surviving in capitalism lets define what capitalism is in its basic form and then explain what it has become.

I will lost a content warning right now that this is a champion waffler trying to be concise about an idea that can be very very complicated. Economists may need to take their anti-anxiety meds or stare at some kittens for a few hours. If you are someone who disagrees with the idea that you should care about other people, that things should be regulated or that taxes should exist then you may need to see a therapist to deal with the trauma of being challenged. You may also feel the need to write me an indepth essay explaining how you intend to rape me, my family and then my cat because the very existence of an opinion different to yours is so deeply upsetting and traumatic. My utmost sympathies and I hope you get the help you need.

So...

Capitalism is the belief and study of capital and its affects upon society. And capital is money. A unit of exchange.

A lot of people, myself included, get very mad at capitalism, as I shall try to explain. At its most basic however capitalism is the idea that a person can exchange their energy spent producing products or performing a service for other products or services of similar value.

Capitalism is measurement. Just measurement. It’s just “Hey, you did X that means you have created Y value to society with which to spend on goods and services.”

Getting mad at the idea of capitalism is like getting mad at the units we use to measure temperature because you don’t like global warming. Yeah, hurricanes are fucking bad but you don’t get mad at Celsius, Fahrenheit or Kelvin because the global temperatures are fucked up. Except that’s part of the magic trick the people who are causing the problems have pulled. It’s like how anytime there’s a mass shooting the gun lobby convinces everyone that now is not the time to talk about gun control because an angry American is not an American who cares about money or politics.

Capitalism is a unit of exchange and that is good because it defines the value of a worker. Once a worker knows their value they can get the numbers together to threaten a company and force them to provide better pay or conditions. Knowledge is power and capitalism gives the workers that power. Because at a certain point it doesn’t matter how many workers you mistreat, if they know their economic value to the company they know that they can hold a company hostage for better pay.

The problem however is that the powerful have a lot of incentive to minimise the power of knowledge and there are just times when there is not the economic capital to provide for what the workers want. Sometimes droughts happen. Sometimes famine happens. Sometimes disease happens. When we get more into how the global economy works later I’ll explain how calamities can happen there to. Sometimes workers have to be fired, sometimes workers have to work longer hours for less pay because so much value has been lost that it has to be made up for somehow. Selling off the family silver can only get you so much capital.

This is why we have the problems we do now. Because humans are still biologically the same species that lived in small tribes in the Serengeti (white people included you fucking racist morons). I don’t have the energy to shower everyday so I can’t really blame a coal miner or a factory worker or a shelf stacker for failing to understand that there are always a minority of powerful people looking to increase their power and pleasure at the expense of others.

It’s why people like Harvey Weinstein exist, why people like Donald Trump exist, because you are yourself. It is possible to conceptually imagine the lives and thoughts and feelings of other people but one of the most profound philosophical statements is the idea that at a fundamental level you can only be sure that you exist. Experience also biases us as to what is normal.

I am a shouty, sweary, insulting arsehole at times because having been bullied for so much of my life that kind of background toxicity is just normal for me.

I can’t speak for Americans but I know that in Britain we have basically practised voluntary eugenics to breed a tribe of supersmart psychopaths. The rich send their kids to the same schools and universities where they grow up reading the same papers, watching the same shows, interacting with the same people and in a world where everybody has the same jobs. It is normal for a conservative politician to be a complete and total sadistic greedy selfish shit because everyone they know is the same way. They use private healthcare, private transport, go to private schools, read books and newspapers written by people in the same bubble and then they wonder why they can’t understand people outside their bubble.

If you lived in a world where powerful people sexually assaulted women on a regular basis and the women never kicked up enough of a fuss to make a difference (because you will destroy that which threatens your idea of normality) then you would think it was perfectly normal to sexually assault women and if you are used to living in the twilight world of the media where the constructed fantasy sex object meets the starving artist then maybe the fakery of performed femininity might just delude you into thinking that this was what women wanted?

I said before that an angry American doesn’t care for money or politics. Well neither does an angry Brit. Workers fought hard to secure better pay and working conditions but hard times hit and the powerful minority inside the conservative bubble of London and the south east exploited that anger to achieve their victory over the unions.

I am not chiefly concerned with the plight of the worker. I am concerned with the success of the system. To judge that we need to explain how the concept of a unit of exchange became a tool for oppression. To do that we need to explain how those units of exchange are distributed.

There are people among the left and the right with a complete disregard for the concept of regulation. Which I can understand. I mean I’m a white man and there are times that a read about the evil white men do and I feel such despair like “Just kill us all off already, we are monstrous arseholes!” So I get that you can just get sick of the ways a system can be exploited and want to scrap it entirely but where you have cooperation you need regulation and oversight.

Enter the company. Again Economists may feel the need to lie down for a bit as I grossly simplify something that has become very legally complex.

A company is just a group of people working together to share risk and make capital for that company. Farmers are going to need tools to work the land, fertiliser and weed killer. Butchers need to procure carcasses to butcher. Bakers need ingredients. So these companies save up capital - that is the monetary units of their societal value - and they use it to invest in their companies. Hiring more workers, procuring more tools and ingredients. Somebody has to buy the paper for the staff toilets and that money has to come from somewhere.

And once you have a company pooling the resources of multiple individuals to make capital with which to procure goods and services necessary for the functioning of that company you get the idea of loans. A loan is just a unit of societal value given on the promise that the societal value will be generated. This service is itself a kind of societal value because bakers need ingredients and farmers need tools which they need to be able to avoid first. It is only right therefore that a company which provides loans receive an amount of monetary value in return for the risk and service of allowing those companies to start operating.

And so you get banks. Because now people need somewhere to store these artificial measurements of their own societal value whilst they decide what to do with this value. The banks can then use this stored monetary value to provide loans which create more value to society and so return some amount of monetary value to the banks. The bank then pays some amount of this created monetary value to the people who story their monetary value with them as a reward for accepting the risk of storing their monetary value with them.

Once you have workers and companies and banks you then get advertising.

Now on the one hand advertising is arguably a service. I know about Square Space because they have paid for so many different advertising spots. Advertising does connect workers with spare economic capital to the creators of goods and services. At the same time however Advertising is a parasitic industry. It destroys companies and creates monopolies because advertising is the warfare of empire companies.

You see once you have abstracted the concept of the value generated by a worker from that worker you no longer need that worker to create more capital. A company exists to allow workers to work but a company also allows an individual to manipulate the abstract nature of a worker’s economic value to generate capital without the worker.

This is where banks become dangerous, where advertising becomes warfare.

First a bank realises that it creates monetary value from giving out loans and having monetary value paid back for the loan, not from being paid back the loan itself. After all if a bank is loaning other people’s money it just needs to encourage them to not take their money out of a bank. If Mrs Bloggs puts 500 units in your bank and doesn’t take those units back for a year then what you want as a bank is to give that money to someone who will keep paying the interest on the loan but not pay back the loan itself because 5 units every month is worth more to a bank than someone who borrows that 500 units then pays iot back a week later having paid them less than 5 units for the trouble.

So we enter the consumer. A consumer is someone who expends economic units. Consumers are what capitalism runs upon. It is the foundation of the free market and why I love capitalism as a system despite hating its flaws and wanting to change them.

Once a company stops being about workers having capital to work and starts being about chasing that abstract monetary value for itself then it is not just the worker who has value but a consumer. The free market is the idea that demand can drive supply. That we don’t need to become film makers, we just need to incentivise the production of films we want to see.

The free market allows multiple ways to control the powerful and democratise that control amongst the people. The free market is the idea that brands matter. That companies are controlled by their consumers.

Do you think is a fucking coincidence that the LGBTQA+ movement has exploded with the rise of the consumer?

Power is based on power. Women are vulnerable when pregnant and different races are easy to identify. This is how the white men took power and capitalism, consumerism is what is changing those old power dynamics. I don’t wish to undermine the work and sacrifices of people who fought for liberty but there is no doubt that the rise of consumerism has empowered queer black girls to have more power over powerful white men than ever before.

With consumerism and capitalism workers and consumers understand their value to the people in power and they can exploit that for the greater good.

What’s more the right wing knows this. This is why fascists rage against Neoliberals. A neoliberal chases short term profit above all. A neoliberal white man is just as psychopathic as his fascist brother but his greed has moved beyond ideology.

The problem however is that what used to be democratically controlled regulatory body has become a tool of the powerful parasites upon capitalism. The corporate empires and parasitic gamblers of debt have infiltrated Westminster, Washington and Brussels. The poor are united in their lack of fucks to give. The rich are sheep who can be herded easily with the promise of more money, something the corporate empires and parasitic gamblers have in abundance.

You see somewhere along the way banks stopped needing to actually have money to loan out. The banks and corporate empires created the magic money tree and they called it fiat currency. In other words they print money on demand because all the banks care about is having the interest paid back and all the governments and corporations care about is that they have a way to get money to set up new franchises. That society keeps ticking over.

There have been instances where a massive shock to the system has happened and people have been unable to pay back loans. Times when the magic money tree was uprooted in a storm. So what do all the governments do? Well they use taxpayers money to plant that magic money tree back firmly in demand.

Lets be clear this is a whole system that exists because of the idea that the abstraction of value can be separated from the worker who created it. So much of the system we have now is built on convincing people that an abstract notion of value can be traded and exploited like a fundamental resource even as they proceed to create economic value out of thin air.

Yet we are now in a position where our countries are run in service to this abstract confidence trick. Where are our countries are actively fucking themselves over in service this abstract magic of legalese and confidence trickery.

When I began this article I wanted to explain the fundamental problem  of the economy at the moment like the water cycle. It makes intuitive sense at first. The economy functions on money. People need money to live. There are 7 billion people on Planet Earth and one percent of the people have most of the money. That is a problem. That is unarguably clearly ridiculous. The only way you can justify it is if you believe in a meritocracy and the idea that they deserve the money. Which whatever your reasoning is provably false.

Except as the one percent have printed money and created complex artificial mechanisms to juggle these abstract units and extract value for themselves the fundamental nature of that abstract value has utterly changed.

You see companies make more money if they can sell product or provide more service without paying more money. Now since we outlawed slavery and set up the minimum wage  the only way companies can make more profit is if they can increase the valuer of their workers to society so they don’t need as many of them.

So yes we created communication technology to allow us to only pay employees for eight hours a day but keep extracting value from them even at night. We created machines to multiply the output of a single worker, systems to allow the removal of workers at all.

We are in this odd position of having a completely bonkers economic system whereby the rich and the powerful are now actively reducing the amount of people able to add economic value to the system but there is so much economic value being generated by the system that governments can support so much of the population not having jobs, businesses can go bankrupt, banks can shut down and the one percent can still make money.

I wanted to have a logical conclusion to this. I wanted to have this make sense and figure out a way through the dark but I don’t think I can. The system is far too complex and far too insane. The obvious suggestion is to prune back the financial complexity in the system but maybe that madness is how the system can continue to function. Maybe the bubbles are why the elite powerful psychopaths haven’t decided to try and outright kill off those who cannot work. Because the bubbles and the financial complexity maybe convince the psychopaths that they can just invest in more research and development actually and they can just get rid of jobs but keep providing the same service to society.

We are in this twilight where jobs still need doing. Where we still need to bribe people to do terrible things for society to function. Where we still need to convince people that they have to work and those toilets need to be cleaned, that rubbish needs to be taken away. We still need people to believe in the necessity of work and the need to suffer for it. Someone has to clear the fatbergs from the sewers and they aren’t going to do it for the good of the people comrade. At the same time we don’t need most people to work on farms or in factories or supermarkets.

We are approaching a tipping point when there won’t be enough of a percentage of the population working to justify basing our society of the distribution of economic value but we aren’t there yet and that means we still need capitalism to function. It could be functioning a fuck of a lot better but at least it’s still functioning.

Friday, 13 October 2017

The March Of Progress

The March Of Progress

By
Alexander Gordon Jahans


There is a war in my mind and I think the good guys are winning.

I have been so self destructive, so toxic and vile. At least as far my morality will allow in such a weakened state.

Living is hard. Get back to even square one is hard. Never mind getting to victory and self sustainability.

To win this fight to come I need to be confident in my survival and abilities, I need to be confident enough in my own morality to be morally flexible. I can’t win this as a saint, even if I could achieve such a thing.

I am a cis gendered white man who really likes to write submissive women. In the 21st century that isn’t right.

Part of my struggle to survive has been that I am not sure I should. That I feared what might become if I did.

Have been vile and bitter? Yes. Have I lashed out unfairly? Hell yes. Have I kicked down? Yes.

I do have to accept what I did. I do have to accept that even if I don’t fully understand why the pain I caused was legitimate. I also have to accept and do my best to mediate the consequences of the fact that I can’t stop writing submissive women, even when I’m trying super hard to be progressive.

I also have to accept that I have been a complete and utter fucking moron and I have attracted sadistic stalkers who will try to destroy me on a whim to satisfy their sick kicks.

I have to accept all this and then allow myself to continue on. Much easier said than done.

I then have to accept that I must trust enough in myself and my own morality to work within a capitalistic framework without freaking out.

I am different and I have been riding out one hell of a storm.

For all I know if it hadn’t been nazis and trans feminists haunting me it’d be something else. Maybe I’d be gripped by hatred of Peter Capaldi’s Doctor while my hormone’s raged and I tore at myself, I don’t know.

I also have to accept that I do think differently even at the best of times and I can’t perceieve of much of what annoys and upsets those around me. I have to be around people who understand this and can communicate effectively when I don’t understand, not just rage at me for sins I don’t even know I am doing.

I am however starting to want again, starting to plan.

The fact my latest story The Golden Girl has passed a hundred thousand words and is only keeping going as it builds towards the climax of the second act is a sign that the well of confidence, patience, determination and planning is no longer running dry. I will finish Alpha Warriors. I know that now. It will be shit and most people won’t even read one percent of it but I will get it done.

I am starting to plate spin again, starting to have long, medium and short term goals again.

I am still an arsehole for the moment. Going to be a while before I have the mental wherewitthall to look critically at myself and improve my behaviour but I have faith in my ability now to reach that point.

And here’s the thing I realised last night when the nazi twats tried to deprive me of my freedom to speak out on my hypocrisy. Short of a bullet in my brain pan I am not going to be beaten. That’s the dangerous thing with a game of escalation and trying to convince someone there is no hope and you will always come after them worse and worse. There comes a point where the prey realises that you are sincere and a cornered animal is forced to really examine what lies within in a world where there is no hope.

I will survive. That is not in question anymore. So long as I live. So long as I decide to live, I will persevere. I wrote a hundred thousand words off the back of some very basic concepts intersecting. If I have to start a new story, if I have to keep the story in my head, I will. I am hunted and I will be hunted until the day the last troll dies, so probably long after my life time. And there’s a campaign of escalation so it’s not hard to predict who the logical campaign of terror will be. It is going to suck. It is going to suck hard and I am going to do my damndest to avoid it but it won’t destroy me.

I don’t know yet where I will be able to cope with the schedules and responsibility of work but I’m not going to die if I can help it. I have things I want to do.