tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38551667856609834062024-02-20T11:53:57.892+00:00Alex writes weird scifi.I dabbler of many things and already my dabbling has spread far and wide but this solitary blog covers my dabbling in writingAlexander Gordon Jahanshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06675324400472067460noreply@blogger.comBlogger16125truetag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3855166785660983406.post-41008967048491731682021-11-18T05:09:00.003+00:002021-11-18T05:09:31.067+00:00Bloggage 18 11 2021<p> So two or three years ago I made the decision to accept that that this is now my life. Then in late 2019 inheritance money meant I could get a proper gaming computer and my family got kittens. I decided then that with my money from not needing to save up for a computer I would begin to go out but hey I had a new computer and kittens so I decided to stay inside for a bit and enjoy them. </p><p><br /></p><p>Then the pandemic happened.</p><p><br /></p><p>There is a punch of stuff that has happened the last two years that I can’t talk about here but basically there was stuff that didn’t involve me and was not pandemic related but has been causing me massive stress the last two years anyway. It seems that maybe that suff has gotten better or maybe this is just a lul but the point is that atop the pandemic this unnamed Y Factor has been causing additional stress.</p><p><br /></p><p>So I buried myself in my writing and became active online. I made friends and solidified current friendships. Things were good. I even edited and reuploaded a bunch of old fiction. I even managed to finish Weresylph Dawning - an incredibly fucked up story I was once really invested in.</p><p><br /></p><p>I am writing this blog because I feel weird. Like I’ve finally had the time to grow as a person and I have realized some things about me. </p><p><br /></p><p>1. I’m probably non-binary in some way. While I don’t feel confident not calling myself cis yet lest I offend actual trans and non-binary people, I have accepted that I’m probably not a cis guy and that’s okay and I am quietly letting myself explore that. It’s hard given the Y Factor and the pandemic but it’s a thing. </p><p><br /></p><p>2. I am not the monster I feared I was but neither am I the logically perfect always right moral paragon I thought myself to be. I’m okay. I’ve said some weird shit and been insensitive and stupid and the Y Factor has helped me see I have a lot of baggage to deal with psychologically but I’m still basically okay.</p><p><br /></p><p>3. If left alone and allowed time to sleep and recover I can quietly be productive. The last two years have been hard but I proofread, edited and in some cases finished novel length stories then uploaded them to my blog as free stories. Nobody reads them but they are things I wanted to get done and I am glad I did. I am also now so close to getting my mods sorted so I can play modded skyrim again. Something that has taken ridiculously too much effort but that I hope will be worth it and has certainly been a learning experience.</p><p><br /></p><p>4. While I still have bad days, sometimes very bad days I mostly like my life now. That feels weird to say because I know that I have big problems with the way the world is and my life is and could and have ranted for hours but it’s still basically true that for the most part I like my life.</p><p><br /></p><p>5. Somehow I became a mature person who helps people sort through their problems. That feels so weird to write at 4 am in a dressing gown and pyjamas while my barbies sit on my desk and my Amy Pond and Clara Oswald Standee are nearby and my model starship collection grows but it’s true.</p><p><br /></p><p>Oh and I watched all of TOS, TAS, TNG, DS9, VOY and ENT and I really need to finish and upload my thoughts on it. I also watched all of Seaquest DSV, it deserves to be enjoyed as much as star trek and deserves to come back.</p><p><br /></p><p>I feel weird because I am so close to finishing my modded Skyrim now and I am realising that I am not the same person that graduated university. I think this feeling is compounded by the fact that I have basically found a youtuber who is like me but more polished. I won’t say who that is on my blog because I have nazi stalkers but it’s like that void I wanted to fill with my videos is filled. Even better I get to watch thisversion of me from another universe make videos that I truly love. </p><p><br /></p><p>Anyway that’s where I am. </p><p><br /></p><p>Oh and the NX-01 is the best Enterprise don’t at me lol</p>Alexander Gordon Jahanshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06675324400472067460noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3855166785660983406.post-24771416662222778712021-02-07T17:01:00.001+00:002021-02-07T17:01:02.895+00:00 The Collapse Of Hope bloggage<h2 style="text-align: center;"> The Collapse Of Hope</h2><h3 style="text-align: center;">A Bloggage<br />By<br />Alexander Gordon Jahans</h3><p style="text-align: center;"><br /></p><p>The Evil demon has been removed from power and normalcy has returned. With it the terror of Neoliberalism holds court once again and while it is much better than the monsters who held office before there is a disquieting sense of unease to the fallen ruling powers being reinstated. </p><p><br /></p><p>The Pandemic has not on the whole affected me much, my social life was destroyed five years ago so a life inside is no big change or sacrifice. What is disquieting is seeing the effect it has taken on the world. We are living through a global war, a siege against a pandemic. World War Coronavirus. Hundreds of thousands are dead, the economy is in shambles and generations will be scarred by the time this is done. </p><p><br /></p><p>What is particularly dreadful is noticing how the pandemic has become a kind of background factor. Friends complain about being tired and irritable that they aren’t as productive as they would like. I almost have to remind them that we do not live in normal times. In the days of prior pandemics there wasn’t the air travel and speed and ease of access across borders that we have today. </p><p><br /></p><p>There’s also a bitter fucking irony that the parties of closed borders have now become the parties of pandemic denial. Their desperate need to showcase their callous stupidity is so great that they would not even wear masks when invading the Capitol. Better to show the libs than have even the slightest element of self preservation. </p><p><br /></p><p>I am reminded ofwhen a far right stalker claimed I doxxed myself by using my real name online yet the far right committed coups while using their real names and smiling for the cameras.</p><p><br /></p><p>What especially troubles me though isn’t the fascists or the pandemic - I trust the self preservation instincts of the powerful and the wealthy to resolve those problems in the end - it’s the delusional insistence of the super rich and the powerful that this neoliberal system of late capitalist politics and economic instability is viable going forward because they have resources enough that they could easily be blind to the impact of this devastation until its too late.</p><p><br /></p><p>The reason I think it is so hard for die hard capitalists to see the instability in their beloved system as it stands is that we have never lived through a death of a global political and economic system like this.</p><p><br /></p><p>The fascists are not a terrifying foe nor noble patriots fighting for liberty. They are vultures who can see the capitalist system is dying and seek to replace it. </p><p><br /></p><p>The problem capitalists have is that they have been under attack for so long that it is legitimately hard for them to consider that the inherent flaws of their system mean it is well overdue for a radical overhaul if not an outright replacement with another system.</p><p><br /></p><p>I personally think that market based economics can have value going forward but definitely not like it is now. I would argue that we need to break up monopolies and have strong regulation, a much higher minimum wage that is a living wage, rent controls, higher taxes on the super rich (if you think I mean you, you’re not rich enough so relax) and increased protection to unions. (Except for the police unions. At least in America the police union has shown itself to be toxic and needs to be broken up.)</p><p><br /></p><p>Maybe with the advent of the world wide web and global pandemics it’s time we consider having some sort of global government to regulate companies who exist across multiple parts of the world so the global government can impose taxes regardless of where people flee. Congratulations on hiding your excess wealth and the earnings of your company in a tax haven, the Global Economic Authority will be taxing that heavily with an extra high tax for being a slippery bastard.</p><p><br /></p><p>Unfortunately the chances of this happening are slim. Instead it seems Capitalism is beginning its transition to Neo-Feudalism and starting to attempt legalising slavery again. In the age of drones and nuclear weapons when police will kill a black kid for stealing a chocolate bar and let fascists into the Capitol what hope does the common person have to achieve change.</p><p><br /></p><p>There’s a bitter irony that the conservatives oppose identity politics when to the ultra powerful and ultra rich Identity Politics are a release valve for public anger and a way to pretend like progress is being made. Sure black people are being mown down by cops but you got a black man as president. Sure slavery is being legalised once again but the Biden administration is championing trans rights. </p><p><br /></p><p>I am not undermining the importance of legislation to protect the oppressed nor am I undermining the importance of representation but it is very cheap to do politically when in practise income inequality is rising and practical demonstrations of oppression aren’t being seriously addressed. It’s like addressing that black people can’t sit in the best seats on the titanic as it is sinking. I’m glad the racism is being tackled but I want the dying to stop.</p><p><br /></p><p>I almost envy people whose biggest concerns are the pandemic and Trump. I do not say that from a position of ignorance either. White Supremacists are obsessed with me. There’s something pathetic about their need to get a reaction from me after losing the presidency, the senate and congress. Sure they handed the democrats complete power through their incompetence but at least they can try and bully an autistic man. They are scum but they are fundamentally irrelevant to the future of the country and the world. We need to address the inherent instability of an economic system that is currently not fit for purpose.</p><p><br /></p><p>Anyway in other news I am working my way through series 6 of Voyager after watching all of TOS, TAS, TNG, DS9 and ENT. If you had told me five years ago that I’d miss Enterprise when I was watching Voyager I’d have laughed in your face but that show was a marvel compared to Voyager’s reset button method of storytelling. Voyager also missed that the reason Seven was popular was that she added an arc and consequences to the ship of the reset button. </p><p><br /></p><p>I know this was a blog about politics but I have a serious suggestion for anybody with the power to create and write for Star Trek: Remake Voyager but do it right. The existence of the Equinox already retconned the existence of another ship so you could literally have it tie into care take if you wanted. Or maybe Discovery or Picard could do something similar. Enterprise showed with series three that you can tell a serious lone ship in dangerous territory story without backups and limited supplies and they still managed to involve and episode where the crew turn into monkeys and an episode where they find a wild west planet. </p><p><br /></p><p>I will have to write my full thoughts on Voyager later but if any show is crying out for a remake it’s Voyager. For extra drama you could even have a twist of Battlestar Gallactica by having an old Enterprise era NX model ship be the one pulled out. Actually I’d be all for three series of the crew of Enterprise pulled into the delta quadrant and possibly hundreds of years into the future as they’re on board the NX-01 for a reunion cruise before its mothballed for good. Or hell we never saw the last voyage of the Enterprise B so you could use that. Make the stakes even higher by having the crew stranded in the delta quadrant without the luxury of replicators or holodecks.</p>Alexander Gordon Jahanshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06675324400472067460noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3855166785660983406.post-53633289315502167112020-07-25T00:00:00.000+01:002020-07-25T00:00:32.613+01:0024th July 2020<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
<h2 style="text-align: center;">
The Elephant In the room<br />24th July 2020 </h2>
<h3 style="text-align: center;">
By<br />Alexander Gordon Jahans</h3>
<div style="text-align: left;">
<br /></div>
I have spent my whole life under siege mentally. At school I had the stress of essays, homework, coursework, deadlines bullies and my father and his anger issues. After school ended I had more peace but dad was still terrifying and I was still processing what the fuck happened at school. I did manage to pull myself together enough to consider learning to drive, start writing, then go to college and University. In those years I matured a lot but in the final year a one two punch happened. My parents separated and I got diagnosed with Kallman’s Syndrome or began the process of getting that eventually diagnosed.<br />
<br />
Very quietly since maybe 2012 or 2013 I have been questioning my gender identity and expression. When I got diagnosed with Kallman’s Syndrome everything seemed to make sense, the misgendering, the odd comments my people, feeing queasy when I looked at my body. There is one thing that doesn’t make sense. Before I knew that there was something medically wrong about me I liked seeing myself looking feminine. I liked the tight tops the breasts and the long hair.<br />
<br />
Do not misunderstand me I am a man. I identify as a man and getting the testosterone has made me feel so much better, so much more like what I am supposed to be. I love the beard and moustache. I love that I m physically so much bigger. More importantly since I have started receiving the testosterone it’s like I had an extra sense that I was just barely aware of, the volume on it was so low as to almost be inaudible but the testosterone has turned the volume control up and made it dolby digital surround sound with a bass subwoofer. A few years ago after tensions between me and Dad had finally reached a climax he tried to get my testosterone stopped and I was so angry and hurt. This matters so much. I am a man. This is important to me. My masculinity is important to me.<br />
<br />
At the same time my questioning of my gender identity and gender expression didn’t stop. So much of what it means to be a cis man is societally enforced bullshit. More than a decade of bullying and denial about a genuine medical issue caused me to cling to this bullshit for dear life. Being normal was safety. Being weird was dangerous. For years I was mortally afraid of the colour pink or anything ‘girly’. Unfortunately I know from experience that no matter how tightly I try to deny parts of myself they are still a part of me and other people can see that and are freaked out.<br />
<br />
I think there is a perception among those close to me that in some ways my autism has lessened as I have perceptively become less weird over the last decade but it is more true to say that I am more comfortable with who I am and have language to understand how and why I am the way I am.<br />
<br />
I now understand for example that the reason I like Barbies really is just because I think they are pretty and cute, no more no less. I like to be surrounded by cute things that make me happy but to my idiot younger self Barbies were girly and therefore icky and so it was only okay if I liked them because I was a manly man who liked women. Reasoning that was fucking weird but I didn’t have the language or self confidence to appreciate why I liked them.<br />
<br />
My father was a monster who thought buying me shit made up for terrorising me and proving no emotional support and I am still learning the extent to which mental illness effects my mother and her behaviour towards me and everybody else. I had so few friends as a kid to help me figure myself out and boys didn’t really do that anyway. The bullying meant that teachers were the enemy in school and even in university the fact I picked a subject that I lived and breathed meant I was so supremely confident in myself that I didn’t make proper use of the fact that there were finally reasonable authority figures that I liked and trusted.<br />
<br />
I have been fumbling around in the dark, trying to learn how to be a person, how to be me, while navigating society. The last few years I have had so many sleepless nights as my increasing self awareness and self understanding makes me cringe at how I behaved at conventions, in facebook groups or at college or university. I am continually reminded and made more aware of just how much women constantly navigate monstrous cis men and have to be on guard because an innocent mistake or stupid bit of weirdness could be a sign of danger. I feel like the idiot boy who was swimming around with a shark fin on his back in Jaws. I might not have caused any harm myself but I have no guarantee that my stupidity didn’t scare or unnerve people because they have experience of the predators that do exist.<br />
<br />
The pandemic has acted as the perfect excuse to spend time examining myself. I can’t distract myself with trips to the shops to get snacks and I physically can’t have the things that normally disrupt the pattern of my existence. No trips to town for the barbers, universal credit or a nice meal. It’s just me, my games, my writing, my kittens and the source of all human information that is the internet.<br />
<br />
It has not been perfect or without stress. There is still one person I deal with in person and they seem to make up for my lack of stress from other people. Social media also provides the one two punch of hyper awareness of all the world’s problems and the potential offend and upset online friends.<br />
<br />
That said. All of that said. All the context provided. I have had time to think about myself. I don’t think it is enough to say any more that I am just a cis man who presents in a masculine manner.<br />
<br />
A community I am a part of is still reeling from the revelation that a middle aged lesbian cis woman was a cis man catfishing other women and manipulating them into sharing nude photos. In this context I don’t feel right saying that I am anything other than a cis man until I am absolutely certain. It feels disingenuous and potentially harmful to those who have been traumatised by cis men.<br />
<br />
What I will say though is that if the grand spectrum of gender presentations, gender expressions and gender identities is analogous to a large ocean with being cis and heteronormative in presentation and expression analogous to the frozen polar ice caps then I am now starting to get my feet wet.<br />
<br />
I do not know what this means yet but I am now going to start learning. </div>
Alexander Gordon Jahanshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06675324400472067460noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3855166785660983406.post-36118885957039781602020-06-12T11:16:00.001+01:002020-06-12T11:16:37.003+01:00Bloggage 12 June 2020<div style="text-align: center;"><b>Bloggage</b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><br /></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b>12 June 2020</b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b>A Friday</b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">By</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Alexander Gordon Jahans</div><div><br /></div><div>Today is a good day and I have hope so I think it’s time for a status report.</div><div><br /></div><div>The wheel turns but the story remains the same.</div><div><br /></div><div>The world today is messed up. It’s dark joke at this point that the apocalyptic scenarios keep queuing up to strike us in 2020. Fascists, a global pandemic, swarms of locusts, murder hornets, erupting volcanoes, the list goes on. </div><div><br /></div><div>My immune system is compromised so I dare not leave the house and the world outside is simultaneously bright, sunny and beautiful directly outside my windows and filled with police sirens and screams on a global scale. I feel as if I am under siege, trying to hold out against a virus that my government is too incompetent to deal with.</div><div><br /></div><div>I should be screaming, I should be crying, yet oddly nothing has changed for me personally, if anything psychologically I feel in a better place.</div><div><br /></div><div>There are challenges to be sure. The lack of a reliable supply of diet coke is stressful and my autistic taste pallete has been annoyed at not having the right kind of tomato ketchup but that’s hardly life threatening. Even the lockdown fever caused by anxiety over the pandemic and not being able to get out and do stuff has not altered circumstances too much. That might sound absurd to my close friends who know the personal problems I’ve been going through but nothing I have faced has yet crossed the threshold into being as bad as when dad lived with us and I was still at school. It does sometimes feel like living in a continual social cold war with the doomsday clock edging ever closer to midnight but even if it did strike midnight it still wouldn’t be as bad as my childhood.</div><div><br /></div><div>I have an increased sensitivity to the feelings I do have so I do care about the hell happening to people outside my little bubble of relative peace. It does make me angry and upset to see that shitheads are defending black face while others are protesting for an end to systemic racism and a radical change to the way the police force is structured. I hate that transphobes are using the cloak of a warped understanding of feminism to protect their bigotry. I feel so sad and angry for everyone who has died because of the coronavirus and this government’s pathetic response to it.</div><div><br /></div><div>Do not mistake my own personal feelings about my own personal situation for a disregard of the suffering going on in the world right now.</div><div><br /></div><div>That said. I feel weirdly at peace in my own life. I actually think that’s why I have days when I wake up feeling anxious for no reason. I have been mentally clenching for so long and now I finally feel able to rest and admit the pain I’ve suffered so I can begin to recover from it. Which sounds and feels so fucked up but I think it’s true.</div><div><br /></div><div>Little has actually changed in how I personally live my life. Since leaving university and being stuck in my hometown I was left without a real life social life anyway and since the diagnosis of Kallman’s Syndrome I have felt unable to work and the nazi stalkers have left me feeling under siege. The pandemic thus provides a simple explanation I can give to anybody to justify why I can’t work, have no real world social life and feel under siege. It provides an easily understood coat of pain to my messed up life. Even my imposter syndrome can’t argue with a global pandemic.</div><div><br /></div><div>So much of my existence for the last five years has been about avoiding people, distracting myself from my problems and never leaving the house and now people understand. I don’t have to give multiple lengthy explanations. Everybody seems to grasp not wanting to be infected by the pandemic.</div><div><br /></div><div>In a weird and messed up way I’m not even that mad in retrospect about facebook calling it ‘hate speech’ when I swear about white people being shits. The practical consequence is that I have stopped injecting myself into the narrative and remind myself to be calm and just let people hear black voices. The last thing the wo9rld needs is more angry white men.</div><div><br /></div><div>Undoubtedly however a large part of the reason my current existence is easier is that I finally have the gaming computer I always wanted. It means I have been writing less but because I’ve been writing less I’ve been missing my walks less. The one thing I truly miss about going outside. (Don’t insist that it’s safe to go for walks. I’m immunocompromised, I don’t want to take the risk.) I have a taller desk so I’ve been able to cycle on my minibike again and that has meant I have continued exercise. I do however have a treadmill on the way and the perfect place to put it so I can continue having walks soon enough.</div><div><br /></div><div>The storm has struck and it will be with us for a long time but for now I am doing alright. Now if you will excuse me skyrim special edition awaits. I am an Argonian siding with the Dawnguard and the Empire.</div><div><br /></div>Alexander Gordon Jahanshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06675324400472067460noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3855166785660983406.post-53842490389101197262020-06-03T07:14:00.001+01:002020-06-03T07:14:24.265+01:00Pride 2020<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
Before I begin I want to make clear that as I write this People are protesting the institutional racism of the police force and the horrendous brutality they employ against black people. I have been stalked by white supremacists and had to get the British police involved when they started sending things to my house. White supremacists have literally set up a wiki dedicated to harassing me and my family. They are complete and total scum who deserve to suffer. I am cis gendered and white so despite everything else I still have some relative privilege and I believe that Black Lives Matter. <br /><br />Vote out Trump. Vote out the Republicans. Reform the Democratic Party to not be neoliberal conservatives and demilitiarize the American police force. If American people want to claim that I shouldn't get involved in their politics by suggesting that they follow their own damned constitution then I would remind them that it was American white supremacists who became obsessed with me. Being anti-fascist is to be human. Being anti-white supremacists is to be normal. I am not interested in debate or discussion.<br /><br />Oh and if this does get posted to that white supremacist hate wiki about me and any neo nazi reading this I would ask that they think long and hard about what happened to the nazis in the second world war. Fascism is a con that is doomed to failure and pain for all concerned.<br /><br />All that said here's my story of how I realised I was bisexual for Pride 2020.<br /><br />
<h2 style="text-align: center;">
Pride 2020</h2>
<h3 style="text-align: center;">
By<br />Alexander Gordon Jahans</h3>
<br />
<div class="kvgmc6g5 cxmmr5t8 oygrvhab hcukyx3x c1et5uql ii04i59q" style="font-family: "Segoe UI Historic", "Segoe UI", Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; margin: 0px; overflow-wrap: break-word; white-space: pre-wrap;">
<div dir="auto" style="font-family: inherit;">
<span style="background-color: white;">As it's Pride I thought I would share my story of realizing I am bisexual.</span></div>
</div>
<div>
<div class="o9v6fnle cxmmr5t8 oygrvhab hcukyx3x c1et5uql ii04i59q" style="font-family: "Segoe UI Historic", "Segoe UI", Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; margin: 0.5em 0px 0px; overflow-wrap: break-word; white-space: pre-wrap;">
<div dir="auto" style="font-family: inherit;">
<span style="background-color: white;">2009 is the year I was reborn as a Doctor Who fan. It is also the year I started to grab a handle on my sexuality but given I was still years from knowing I had Kallman's Syndrome and getting treatment it was hard for me to feel anything for women, let alone the few specific kinds of men I'm into. Then Moffat's Doctor Who turned up.</span></div>
</div>
<div class="o9v6fnle cxmmr5t8 oygrvhab hcukyx3x c1et5uql ii04i59q" style="font-family: "Segoe UI Historic", "Segoe UI", Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; margin: 0.5em 0px 0px; overflow-wrap: break-word; white-space: pre-wrap;">
<div dir="auto" style="font-family: inherit;">
<span style="background-color: white;">It is no secret that I love Amy Pond but it was years before I realized there was a sexual attraction there. Matt Smith's Eleventh Doctor however had me hooked from the start in a way I felt since primary school. There were always certain men that I looked up to , admired and wanted to be close to, wanted to like me. Given I was an autistic loner bullied by so many I thought it was just a desire for friendship. Whatever the case I felt that with Matt Smith's Eleventh Doctor. </span></div>
</div>
<div class="o9v6fnle cxmmr5t8 oygrvhab hcukyx3x c1et5uql ii04i59q" style="font-family: "Segoe UI Historic", "Segoe UI", Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; margin: 0.5em 0px 0px; overflow-wrap: break-word; white-space: pre-wrap;">
<div dir="auto" style="font-family: inherit;">
<span style="background-color: white;">Matt Smith's Eleventh Doctor is my taste in men. He is cute funny and innocent yet simultaneous capable of being calm, in control, ultra knowledgable and a flirty freak. He is slim, good looking and wears a suit well. He also is part of what I have since realized is as type for me: He is a trickster manipulator.</span></div>
</div>
<div class="o9v6fnle cxmmr5t8 oygrvhab hcukyx3x c1et5uql ii04i59q" style="font-family: "Segoe UI Historic", "Segoe UI", Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; margin: 0.5em 0px 0px; overflow-wrap: break-word; white-space: pre-wrap;">
<div dir="auto" style="font-family: inherit;">
<span style="background-color: white;">So Matt Smith's Doctor got me smitten and kind of turned on the heat underneath my sexuality so things could start to bubble.</span></div>
</div>
<div class="o9v6fnle cxmmr5t8 oygrvhab hcukyx3x c1et5uql ii04i59q" style="font-family: "Segoe UI Historic", "Segoe UI", Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; margin: 0.5em 0px 0px; overflow-wrap: break-word; white-space: pre-wrap;">
<div dir="auto" style="font-family: inherit;">
<span style="background-color: white;">Then I watched Farscape and fell in love with John Crichton. First it was the innocent "Oh I really like this character" then it was "Oh he's sexy and cute, I want to look like him" I started working out as I watched Farscape saying "I will be beefcake" then slowly I realized I was attracted to him.</span></div>
</div>
<div class="o9v6fnle cxmmr5t8 oygrvhab hcukyx3x c1et5uql ii04i59q" style="font-family: "Segoe UI Historic", "Segoe UI", Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; margin: 0.5em 0px 0px; overflow-wrap: break-word; white-space: pre-wrap;">
<div dir="auto" style="font-family: inherit;">
<span style="background-color: white;">It wasn't easy realizing my sexuality because this was happening during university when my parents began to finally separate and the nazi trolls were just starting to become obsessed with me.</span></div>
</div>
<div class="o9v6fnle cxmmr5t8 oygrvhab hcukyx3x c1et5uql ii04i59q" style="font-family: "Segoe UI Historic", "Segoe UI", Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; margin: 0.5em 0px 0px; overflow-wrap: break-word; white-space: pre-wrap;">
<div dir="auto" style="font-family: inherit;">
<span style="background-color: white;">I am still trying to understand myself and it is something that has to go on the back burner because the world keeps burning down around me. It's hard to focus on my sexual education and self realization when life keeps throwing shit at me.</span></div>
</div>
</div>
</div>
Alexander Gordon Jahanshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06675324400472067460noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3855166785660983406.post-84928683651773352672019-12-13T17:54:00.001+00:002019-12-13T17:54:09.330+00:00General Election 2019<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
You’re no use to me like this! - The Seventh Doctor<br />
<br />
The dust has settled and the adrenaline is starting to fade. It is time to reflect. This cannot be remembered as just screams of outrage.<br />
<br />
I haven’t felt such visceral anger since I realized nazis know where I live and were threatening my family. It’s as if all at once you are knocked to the ground and battered by the realization that your enemy is so much more dangerous than you thought they were. I am not a soldier or a politician. I am a man who gives a shit about the suffering of others and this result has left me so very very angry and depressed. I can’t fight this. I can’t stop this. There is nothing I personally can do to stop this.<br />
<br />
The public have spoken and what they have said is alarming and depressing. I still believe in everything Jeremy Corbyn has fought for. I despise the centrists and I am so angry that the smug rich shits are smugly calling time on these moderate left wing values. We need these policies so much and I hate that so many are so stupid,. bigoted and selfish as to vote against it.<br />
<br />
Ultimately though my rage can go nowhere and can do nothing. I am a volcano boiling away steam meaninglessly. I am a utilitarian. That’s why I stand by Corbyn’s policies. That’s why neoliberalism and conservatives baffle and anger me so. They stand in the way of all I see as logical and reasonable. Utilitarian Morality believes in the greatest good for the greatest majority. That same utilitarianism speaks to me now. I am no use to any cause I believe in, to anyone I believe in if I send myself mad raging at things I cannot change. Life has to continue. My strength will be needed for the times to come. I am not talking about any melodramatic political rhetoric either.<br />
<br />
I have been so angry today that I have barely slept and have given myself RSI furiously playing Fallout 4 to distract myself from this. I am making myself ill achieving nothing. I have been telling myself over and over today that “I can’t do it.” That I can’t change what has happened. That is of course true but I can still live. I can still provide what little solace and support to those around me as I do bring. I can live and live as well as I can so that I am able to help those I care about. I am not the Doctor and I am not the Sole Survivor - as the player character of Fallout 4 is called - I can’t topple evil regimes or bring people together. I am not that important but I do mean something to a few people and those people would be the worse for my absense so I must continue. I must let myself be.<br />
<br />
We may not be able to do anything about the terrible monsters we face now but we can try to keep living in hopes that together we can do something to stop the monsters later.</div>
Alexander Gordon Jahanshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06675324400472067460noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3855166785660983406.post-49398024596749923272019-11-22T18:08:00.000+00:002019-11-22T18:08:12.461+00:00Toxic Masculinity<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
<h2 style="text-align: center;">
Toxic Masculinity<br />Or<br />Why Being Good Matters To Me</h2>
<h3 style="text-align: center;">
by<br />Alexander Gordon Jahans</h3>
<br />
I keep revisiting the guilt over that damned fanfic in my mind. I wake up at night thinking about it and wishing I could apologise. Wishing I could make it right. Everything I write seems to evolve into a reprocessing of my grief and guilt about writing it. Why? At the very time that was going down I was being diagnosed with Kallman’s Syndrome, suffering from depression and nazis, literal goddamned nazis were sending stuff to my house. Even my own father was taking his frustration at being divorced out on me. Yet it’s the fucking fanfic I keep coming back to.<br />
<br />
Let me be clear, I am not a saint. At school I was bullied relentlessly and my own desperate frustration and anger caused me to have anger issues that would sometimes cause me to explode at others. In hindsight my naive crushing on women was perhaps expressed so awkwardly at college and university that while I know my actions never harmed anyone they may well have freaked people out. They didn’t know who I was and what I was capable of after all. So I have regrets, serious regrets, but it’s the fanfic that haunts me and I don’t know why. Why this thing? Why is this what causes me so many sleepless nights?<br />
<br />
I think it’s because the fanfic is the clearest instance I can think of where my actions caused harm and I knew at the time that the inclusion of THE problematic scene was risky. This is like living with low level anxiety your whole life and one time you ignored it and things went disastrously wrong. Except did it really go disastrously wrong. The fallout certainly feels it but I have no proof that anyone was harmed by what I wrote. Indeed the person who most saw things wrong with what I wrote seemed an impenetrable strong personality that gave no fucks and just decided it was a messed up thing to have written that indicated things about my character. That’s the key though. The thing I wrote was stupid and I felt that was possible at the time and these people proved it then effectively decided that it was proof I was unsafe to be around. That I was unworthy and not a good man.<br />
<br />
I regret many things about how I handled those events but I absolutely do not regret championing the cause of trans and/or non-binary people who want a safe space. People deserve to feel safe and if that means shutting me out then so be it. Safe spaces are important even if they are denied to me. I think though that it is the implication that I am unsafe, that I am not a good man that burns with me.<br />
<br />
You see at university I went by Gordon Jones to distance myself from my family and my bad experiences art school but when I entered my final year of university I took up the name I had in school as a reminder to myself that I could survive no matter how bad it got. Alex Jahans the boy had survived more than a decade of relentless bullying and I knew I would need that strength when university ended. Becoming Alex Jahans again was a promise to myself that I would survive because it would be tough and I needed that strength so much because I had no idea just how much shit was waiting for me as university ended. The problem is that implicit within that promise was the idea that Alex Jahans is good, pacifist, he does no harm.<br />
<br />
You see at school I was bullied by everyone and then I would get home and my father would scare the hell out of me with his shouting. Let me tell you the word ‘Sugar’ is goddamned terrifying when your dad is towering over at you and bellowing at the top of his lungs as he is literally foaming at the mouth with rage over some stupid bullshit. I defined myself as a pacifist and better than other people because I had to be.<br />
<br />
The last few years have seen me come to terms with the fact that my memory works such that I can see through the cycle of my father’s abusive behaviour where my sister can’t. She sees the latest bridge of abuse to get past. I see every bridge my father has ever forced me to cross. I am not blind to the complexity of the situation. There are things I miss about him and he isn’t wholly evil and sometimes his actions are understandable. They aren’t justifiable. They aren’t normal. They definitely are not good or acceptable but sometimes I understand how desperation, frustration and anger has driven him to such actions. The problem is that none of the good of my father is worth a damn while his pattern of abusive behavior remains. He is a dangerous man and the bogeyman me and my mother define ourselves against.<br />
<br />
One of the quiet joys of recent years has been watching how my mother has bloomed and developed into a different more rounded, happy and productive individual without my dad there to stifle her dreams, confidence and desire to improve things around the house. I am sure that part of my improving mood can be owed to fading scars of his behaviour. Slowly the effects of him upon our lives are being assessed for their worth with the bad parts being discarded and replaced with better stuff. We are healing.<br />
<br />
So that’s why not being a good person cuts so deeply. That’s why the possibility haunts me. That’s why it used to madden me that I had no explanation for what they accused me of. Without an explanation of what I did wrong I can’t stop doing those wrong things, I can’t become safe again, I can’t become good again. Except maybe I never can. Not to some people. After all if you knew a man murdered someone once it wouldn’t matter how reformed he was you wouldn’t feel safe around him so why should a trans person feel safe around someone who once wrote transphobic things?<br />
<br />
Even if there was some simple explanation that I could easily work with they don’t owe me that. Victims of oppression don’t owe their oppressors compassion and explanations, even if those oppressors did so accidentally. I fucked up and this is my mess to deal with. The problem is that I still don’t know how to deal with it. That cis privilege comes with ignorance of the perspective of a transgender person. I can do research but I can never truly know how it feels to be trans and/or non-binary so now every time I am around them I have anxiety that I am going to fuck up again and cause my social life to disintegrate and I know that sometimes when I ignore my anxiety things go very badly wrong.<br />
<br />
This incidentally is why disagreements on twitter have caused me actual panic attacks before and why I have withdrawn from it. My autism means I am playing a continual game of Russian roulette whenever I talk to people online. If you fuck up and say the wrong thing in person you can apologise and learn from the experience. You fuck up and say the wrong thing on twitter or facebook and people will be sharing screencaps of it decades later.<br />
<br />
Maybe that’s right? Maybe it is better this way but what the fuck do you do if your past is littered with such literary landmines of stupidity? I know myself and I know what I have or have not physically done but my autism means I can never be sure what I have said will be taken how I intended it. I have had other autistic people say they would not have made the mistakes I made. Has it been codified somewhere medically that autism causes a lack of social skills but always leaves someone mentally cognizant of any and all possible ways they might unintentionally be discriminatory or bigoted so such actions are definitively due to wilful bigotry and not unintended misunderstanding?<br />
<br />
Heck there is another complexity to this that sometimes I have called women out for bigoted statements and they have called me sexist for daring to say a negative thing to a woman. How the fuck do I take that? What is the response to that? I am an autistic person with Kallman’s Syndrome and Growth Hormone Deficiency who has been bullied, abused and stalked by nazis. Surely I have a right, a duty, to call people out for being bigoted? At the same time I am a cis white man who likes women and was raised under the patriarchy so I am privileged and probably have some latent sexism, racism and heteronormativity to fight against.<br />
<br />
This isn’t easy. Which is why I think the deconstructivist era of the 90s sticks with me. I don’t get to pretend I am definitively a good guy anymore. I have a black mark against my name and I have to live with that and the possibility that I might fuck up again. Women get to have golden age superheroes who are beacons of hope and love. Cis white men have to live with the complexity of being part of the patriarchy whether we like it or not and how we fight against that toxicity within ourselves and within our communities.<br />
<br />
Right I’m going to get some tea.</div>
Alexander Gordon Jahanshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06675324400472067460noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3855166785660983406.post-12082948116714006632019-11-17T16:57:00.002+00:002019-11-17T16:57:31.743+00:00Acceptance<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
Acceptance. It was my yearly theme. The thing I knew I had to work on this year. There are problems in my life, things I can’t change, they prevent me living a life I wish I had. I am alive and I have happiness in this life but with this happiness is always frustration at my inability to make things better. So this year I resolved to leave that frustration behind. There are still problems that I have to deal with as and when they come up, little things I need to work on but that’s fine. It’s the things I can’t change that hurt the most.<br />
<br />
So much of growing up as a cis boy is to do with the myth of the heroic knight slaying monsters. Goodies defeating baddies. There is something ironic about a nation of boys with daddy issues growing up watching stories about heroes with Daddy issues. At university I wrote that TV raised me and my lecturers could not fathom what it meant. My parents weren’t neglectful about the physical stuff, not generally, but everything I learned that made me I learned from TV.<br />
<br />
This is why I think it has been so hard for me to realize the extent of the complexity of the world. I grew up on narratives about heroes and villains. About monsters and victims. I grew up a victim of bullying and abuse therefore I could not be culpable of bad acts and did not have to examine myself because I had to be in the right as others had hurt me. That’s why I had that anti-feminist phase at university. The feminists hurt my feelings therefore I was the victim and they were the bullies, therefore all feminism was bad. The possibility that good people could do bad or stupid things, that bad people could have elements of decency or even that individuals could be complex and not so easily defined or predicted wasn’t within me.<br />
<br />
Oh I thought it was. I thought I understood. I knew to be careful about not being violent myself in school. I said pointedly that I judge actions, not people, back before the shattered facebook group disintegrated. I thought I was so smart. When that group disintegrated I was scarred because how it broke apart left me irrevocably confronted with the fact that people are not so easily predictable. I felt hurt and betrayed by people who acted out against me for reasons they clearly thought were just and how things spiralled from then outside my control leaving me with no place to go. Someone had to be the bad guy and over the last few years I have oscillated back and forth because if I’m the bad guy then surely I should be dead. That is what happens to bad guys in fiction. Or they were oversensitive and cruel traitors in which case they were the bad guy so fuck what they think.<br />
<br />
I was so convinced I was the victim after school and then I got bullied in college and university, nazis stalked me online and my own father gave me nightmares. I defined myself as the man who is moral in the face of abuse. I could not be wrong. I could not have acted immorally. I still don’t think that - knowing what I did then - that I acted immorally. Yet I demonstrably made the wrong decisions as enough people left me that they were presumably negatively affected and considered my actions immoral. They don’t write stories about the heroes offending people because of their ignorance online. I had no frame work for how to deal with this.<br />
<br />
In a way this situation is typical of the problems I faced. A complex mess where I was hurt but I had no idea of how to proceed. My very apologising led my nazi stalkers to target the victim of my terrible writing. What little action I could do made things worse. I am still apologising to the air years later because of the negative consequences my writing caused. There is something bitterly, horrifically, ironic about how an incident where people accused me of being transphobic has led me to literally be anxious and afraid of trans and non-binary people. The person I wrote a 50k fanfic to I now avoid for fear of the memories and regret.<br />
<br />
The reason I actually wrote a magic potion to make the body fit how you perceived yourself was because around the time I wrote that fanfic I had been diagnosed with Kallman’s Syndrome and had just been beginning treatment. I am a cis man with tits who needs regular painful testosterone injections. I have been misgendered and I know how deeply that cuts. I also have what the medical community has helpfully termed a micropenis. It’s like they named it for maximum stigma. I would gladly drink a potion made from shit, piss, vomit and jizz if it meant my body looked like it’s supposed to and worked like it’s supposed to.<br />
<br />
I actually looked into penis enlargement and with current technology and medical experience you basically have to choose: Do you want a functional dick that feels everything or do you want a pretty, normal sized dick? So I’m sticking with what nature gave me.<br />
<br />
I am not trans or non-binary (probably) but I have been misgendered and I do experience what I think is dysphoria. My experience is different. I wasn’t assigned the wrong gender at birth. I was assigned the right gender, my pituitary gland just didn’t work right so my body got confused and decided to present me with a feminine physique. The testosterone injections have massively helped course correct things but they can’t fix everything and I am still left with the mental scars.<br />
<br />
Then there is the economic issue. So many of us are trained to think of disability in big simple obvious ways. Can you get up the stairs or can’t you? Can you walk? Can you physically do stuff? The thing I have realized is that my autism and low energy from Growth Hormone Deficiency (Another problem due to a bust pituitary gland.) have left me intellectually able to do some stuff but not psychologically able to do other stuff. It seems counter intuitive. I went to college and university. I clearly can do intellectual work to some degree. The problem is that college and university want to accommodate you ability to get the work done. Jobs aren’t. I just cannot compete in the current work environment because I can’t do phone calls, I can’t stick to schedules and I suck at bureaucracy and social skills. These are things I cannot do due to my disabilities. I am thus stuck on Universal Credit, unable to claim disability pay, unable to get a job.<br />
<br />
If you have read any of these paragraphs and are thinking to yourself “Yes but what if...” then understand that such questions have been plaguing me for years. This is my life now. It may be fragile and it may be temporary but this is it and I think as the year draws to a close that I am accepting it at last and finding peace.</div>
Alexander Gordon Jahanshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06675324400472067460noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3855166785660983406.post-80123166870179636902019-07-12T18:18:00.005+01:002019-07-12T18:18:35.858+01:00Bloggage 12 07 2019<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
<h2 style="text-align: center;">
Bloggage<br />12/07/2019</h2>
<h3 style="text-align: center;">
By<br />Alexander Gordon Jahans</h3>
I have had family round. It’s been great. Sometimes hard but great. Yesterday I slept near non stop, only waking briefly to use the toilet, let the cat in or out, take my meds, eat something and watch something to overwrite the still fresh and seemingly so important memories. I wondered why I slept so damned much but now I get it.<br />
<br />
I am autistic and it is part of me but because it is an inextricable part of who I am I forget it’s there. Autism is like walking around with lime green skin that appears perfectly normal to you. You only notice that you have it because of how people react to you.<br />
<br />
Socialising is hard for me. Social skills have to be consciously remembered and they are different for each person. With family round I have been very social and that has come at a cost. I was famished constantly while they were round but the last two days my appetite has been near non-existent. I thought it was a bug until I remembered I was like this before family stopped by to visit. My body was so consistently tired from the strain of fitting in that it raided energy where it could.<br />
<br />
I do not regret the choices I made. I love my family. I love those I consider family. I know the choices I made to be present for them and I know they were not ungracious or selfish about it. We had a lovely time but that time is over now and real life resumes.<br />
<br />
I am not yet at the stage of doing 5 mile walks every day, not least because of the heat and I fear my body shall require me to rest more yet, but I am better. I have rested and I am starting to piece my life and normality back together. My brain abhors routine but such stability as I have is being put back together.<br />
<br />
I can’t go from nothing to normal in an instant. I need to let myself rest as much as my body feels necessary given that family time has clearly exerted a cost but I will start walking again. Short distances every few days at first but I will build up that muscle. Once my psyche has recovered from the social strain I need to reread the fiction I was working on and get back to the writing mindset. It won’t be easy. I know it won’t be easy. I will do it though.<br />
<br />
I have reached the surface after a long time in the depths of socializing and I am happy to breathe clearly again in the light of a new day. Things will be okay.</div>
Alexander Gordon Jahanshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06675324400472067460noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3855166785660983406.post-41316797750742904482019-05-10T12:51:00.001+01:002019-05-10T12:51:15.578+01:00A Good Day<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
<h2 style="text-align: center;">
A Good Day</h2>
<h3 style="text-align: center;">
A bloggage<br />By<br />Alexander Gordon Jahans</h3>
<br />
The last 5 months have been hard for varied reasons I can’t talk about. Those hard days are not quite over but the end is in sight.<br />
<br />
To be present I have been playing pokemon. A game I can pause and quit quickly but is engaging enough I don’t go stir crazy. I completed Sapphire and FireRed then completed the Kantodex in LeafGreen and have now started on completing the Hoenndex in Emerald. I have been climbing mountains of my youth to tread water during these hard times.<br />
<br />
My diet and lifestyle has been shit due to stress and I have not walked as often as I like to. It has made me anxious and fractious. Gorging on cheap food to keep my inner demons at bay because my family needs me.<br />
<br />
<br />
Lately I have had a week of reprieve. Not a total reprieve because I had to get a testosterone injection done yesterday but I have had time to recover. It feels like slowly coming up to the surface from a deep dive, the pressure easing off day by day and I just took my first lungful of fresh air at the surface. I know events will send me back down again soon but for now the sun is shining and I can breathe easily.<br />
<br />
<br />
I listened to the audiobook of World War Z during the last 5 years of chaos and darkness and have found myself relistening to it at another hard point within these trying times too. As a scarred survivor of abuse and embarrassing diagnoses I found applicable stories within that fiction that have helped me in these times. One passage in particular has struck me. When the survivors retook the American continent from the zombies they started the crack up and lose it. The people who survived the Z war were hardened people who could take this grotesque world but what made them lose it was realising that they were home and victory, normality, was in sight. When terror is all you know peace holds a nightmarish quality all its own. Like a non-newtonian liquid melting away when it stop being struck.<br />
<br />
I feel that tension today. After 5 months of particularly bad poverty and utter shit happening there is peace and relative plenty. I can relax for the first time in so long. I will not panic about the change or allow myself to melt under this reprieve from stress though. I am going to listen to Cortex and go for a walk. today is a good day.</div>
Alexander Gordon Jahanshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06675324400472067460noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3855166785660983406.post-77220521094693316502019-04-26T20:47:00.001+01:002019-04-26T20:47:06.136+01:00bloggage 26 04 2019<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
So I got Instagram and it’s cool. I follow pretty people and I’ve made friends there. It’s nice. I am a seasoned veteran of the evils of social media at this point so I don’t experience the depression that others do but when there exists a site that asks you to take photos of your food, and your friends want to see photos of your food it forces you to have a photographic record of what you are consuming and really see what is happening.<br />
<br />
I have never been thin and I have had people call me on my diet my whole life, I have to shrug it off. It is hard to ignore though that my diet has been getting worse and I have been eating more and fattier food. Bollocks to how much I weigh. Bollocks to my BMI. I can see before my eyes that my diet has gotten worse. Cheese toasties have become buttered cheese toasties, have become buttered cheese toasties with peanut butter sandwiches to soak it up.<br />
<br />
What’s more is I’m not going out. My infamous walks haven’t happened for nearly 4 months now. I am getting fractious.<br />
<br />
On top of that my sleep is worse than usual because I have had a run of 4 bad months in terms of money. When money is tight I have to prioritise diet coke because I need that to function during the day (if you think I should quit tell someone who likes coffee to quit) thus come the time when I should be switching over to something non-caffeinated I can’t so the sleep is worse and worse.<br />
<br />
Why has this happened? Because an extravert I know is in the middle of their own problems and when they have problems I have problems. I hate talking, just being in the same room as someone is draining, they have to talk. If no one is around they will talk to themselves. Especially when stressed or anxious. As they have been these last four months. There has been all kinds of nonsense because they are impulsive and anxious and need to be reminded of boundaries and privacy and it has been so very very draining.<br />
<br />
Add to that illness from bugs in January and February, the perils of buying shoes on Amazon in march and my TV dying in April and it has been one blasted thing after another, leaving me broke month after month, my patience wearing thinner and thinner. Something has to give. So I gave up the walking. I couldn’t afford the energy expense. So my diet increased, my self loathing and self destructive tendencies coming out in a desire for comfort food on poverty budget. (If you think cheese is luxury food get your head examined)<br />
<br />
Now stuff that I can’t tell you about is happenning. Stuff that looks set to destroy my energy even further.<br />
<br />
Thank fuck for letsplays, pokemon games and diet coke.</div>
Alexander Gordon Jahanshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06675324400472067460noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3855166785660983406.post-55948257436896846882019-03-10T21:33:00.002+00:002019-03-10T21:33:39.336+00:00Writer's Block<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
<h2 style="text-align: center;">
Writer's Block</h2>
<h3 style="text-align: center;">
How To Fight It<br />By<br />Alexander Gordon Jahans</h3>
<br />
So, what are my qualifications to talk about this?<br />
<br />
Well I’ve been writing on and off for myself since 2009, producing short stories, scripts and novel length pieces of prose. Most of them haven’t seen the light of day, some have been deleted and none have ever been sold or won awards. I did do a BTec in Media and TV Production and got a 2:1 at Creative and Professional Writing and Film Studies but this isn’t about the quality of my writing. This is about the advice I have regarding the great demon that tortures writers, the eponymous block. To that end it is relevant that you know I am now too disabled to work and write as often as I can because it provides escapism and a sense of purpose. When I have not been able to write I have noticed my mood is affected and the dark days come more often. I have to fight writer’s block because when I don’t make progress in my writing I feel it.<br />
<br />
Defining Writer’s Block.<br />
<br />
It is always good to define terms. Someone I recently got into an argument with on twitter got angry with me for asking them to define the basic writing terms they were speaking about but it is important. One woman’s Mary Sue is another man’s Protagonist Hero. Something particularly true given I am autistic.<br />
<br />
Writer’s Block is an inability of the creative writer to create. Simple as that. The words don’t come.<br />
<br />
What’s interesting and important for the purposes of this piece though is that Writer’s Block itself is peculiarly vague and different for every person and at different times. The brain is a complex machine and creativity is a complex process. Writer’s Block describes a symptom that feels like a problem. The reason I think people struggle so hard to fight Writer’s Block is that they are trying to problem solve at the wrong place.<br />
<br />
Types of Writer’s Block.<br />
<br />
So if Writer’s Block in fact describes a symptom with multiple causes we need to outline them before we can begin to attain solutions.<br />
<br />
Creative Block:<br />
All things are equal but you don’t know what to write.<br />
<br />
Energy Block:<br />
You know what you want to write and how to write it but when you get to the writing you can’t focus and get stuff done.<br />
<br />
Creative Insecurity:<br />
You think you know what you want to write but every time you start to write you end up deleting everything because it’s just not good enough.<br />
<br />
Energy Insecurity:<br />
You can’t focus on your writing because you are tired from stressing about other things in your life.<br />
<br />
Solutions:<br />
<br />
Now that we have outlined some types of Writer’s Block lets discuss possible solutions.<br />
<br />
Creative Block:<br />
Writing is a process. It is not just output. The writer needs to take in ideas from the world around them then digest them.<br />
<br />
If your creativity is stumped then first you need ideas. Read more, listen to audiobooks, watch letsplays, play videogames, talk to your friends and take an interest in politics. Inspiration is something you have to find in the world for yourself. It’s when you find an idea and say “I want to explore that.” When I need inspiration in a hurry I watch fanvids because they are like idea concentrate. The ideas of actors, writers, directors, editors and costume designers compressed into a few minutes with music to provide a uniting theme.<br />
<br />
Next you need to think on those ideas. Think of it as though you have harvested the grapes from the vineyard and now you need to let them ferment before they can become wine. I find that walking while listening to music helps for me but others like showers or doing chores. Procrastinating by doing something dull like cleaning the house is actually leaving your mind free to think about your story and how the characters, setting and plot will all interact.<br />
<br />
Then you need to flesh out what actually happens. Fermented pulped grapes are not wine before you have filtered out the pulp. This is called Pre-Writing, figuring what happens when and getting that all important starting sentence to work from. You don’t have to write anything down to Pre-Write. My process often involves doing some walking while I run through different takes on how I want to write the scene so that when I start writing I know where I’m going. That said don’t be afraid to make notes and flesh out where the story is going. I like writing long multipart stories with ensemble casts and multiple plots going on at once so sometimes it can help to first outline the plot in brief in terms what characters are doing in each scene when. That way I can go back later and focus on continuing the emotion of one set of characters arcs through their particular plots.<br />
<br />
Energy Block:<br />
<br />
Creativity is a complex process arising from a complex muscle that has a lot of complex tasks to perform. If you don’t think your brain has a lot of complexity to coordinate because you feel your life is dull then break down how many individual steps there are in making a cup of tea. This is why human like robots are a long way off. Our brains are fantastic machines that work hard and fast so it is normal and understandable for us to come to a task, know exactly what we want to do but be unable to fulfil it because our brains don’t have the energy.<br />
<br />
Energy is not simple either. You can’t just write when you get up. For me I need the right mix of being fresh from waking being caffeinated by diet coke, having eaten breakfast so I have slow burn energy and nutrients with a kick from the adrenaline of exercise. I know well that sleep is hard to come by and exercise is hard to do but even pacing around the kitchen for a few minutes can help get those endorphins flowing and remember to eat and always have a drink with you. Dehydration will make you tired and if the temperature is too hot or cold for you that will drain your energy too.<br />
<br />
Creative Insecurity:<br />
<br />
My favourite writer, Douglas Adams, was infamously plagued by this type of Writer’s Block, to the point where many tales are told of his producers or publishers effectively locking him in a room with a computer and a deadline to force him to just get something out. One of my friends quite clearly has this type of Writer’s Block too, forever fretting that their writing isn’t good enough. Heck I’ve had a version of this too. After a fanfic I wrote caused me to lose friends I became so terrified of writing something that could be perceived negatively that I kept deleting what I wrote and worrying that it wasn’t good enough. <br />
<br />
The solution - stop panicking and just write damned thing - is far easier said than done. So I have more practical solutions. Chiefly, I think the goal is to attain a flow state. In a flow state you aren’t thinking about yourself. You are lost in the moment, focused on your task. How do you achieve that though?<br />
<br />
Well, I use a process that is almost ritualistic in nature. There is comfort in ritual. Writing is scary, a leap into the unknown with your heart on show for all to see and snark at, but ritual is comforting. I have my favourite cardigan and my favourite dressing gown. I have places I like my favourite drink placed just so and I have my prewriting ritual so I am pumped and know what I want to write before I arrive at my desk.<br />
<br />
This is actually important, trying to write from a blank page is hard so write something. This is part of why I like prologues in medias res but just get something down so you aren’t staring into the void and never just arrive at your word processor with no idea of what you want to write. The page is your stage and it is very easy to get performance anxiety if you walk on to the stage with no idea of what you want to perform. This might seem obvious but I think it bares stating.<br />
<br />
Another thing I do, is I listen to music that is thematically appropriate to what I write. I have it turned down low so I can write but it stops the awkward silences when I think of what I want to write next from allowing negative thoughts to creep in because there is no awkward silence there is just the music that continues the theme I want to tell.<br />
<br />
Energy Insecurity:<br />
<br />
As I mentioned about I recently had a big bout of Writer’s Block because I felt anxious about whether my writing would offend people. I ended up getting a prescription for anti-anxiety meds after I deleted a half a million word story and the backups once I had completed it. It is natural and normal to not be able to focus on your writing if something else is weighing on your mind. This is why I can’t write when I am angry at somebody or when I am having a ptsd attack.<br />
<br />
I do however have suggestions to help with this kind of Writer’s Block. Having a ritual before writing can be calming, the familiarity bringing serenity and prioviding a break from the outside world. I also use a programme called Focus Writer so I’m not distracted by anything on my computer and I have big over ear headphones so I don’t hear notifications or people calling to me. Shout ther distractions and sources of anxiety.<br />
<br />
Anyway, I hope this helps people.<br />
<br />
Remember a bad draft can be edited later, a non-existent draft can’t be made better.<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
<br /></div>
Alexander Gordon Jahanshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06675324400472067460noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3855166785660983406.post-30049416450540623082019-02-16T11:57:00.001+00:002019-02-16T11:57:26.658+00:00The Naming of Things<iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="344" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/rzFrvrUJQNA" width="459"></iframe>Alexander Gordon Jahanshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06675324400472067460noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3855166785660983406.post-5370645587347796862019-02-03T17:53:00.000+00:002019-02-03T17:53:14.794+00:00Bloggage 3rd February 2019<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
<h2 style="text-align: center;">
Bloggage<br />3rd February 2019</h2>
<h3 style="text-align: center;">
By<br />Alexander Gordon Jahans</h3>
<br />
So that’s three stories up so far, two from the old continuity and one from the new series.<br />
<br />
In case you were wondering this is is a brief timeline of events in terms of where stories can be set.<br />
<br />
Era 1. Pre Foundation - The Nothingness before the multiverse and when it was very young. in this time the elder gods exist but they are just clouds floating through the nothingness.<br />
<br />
Era 2. The Dark Times - The Farsh-nuke has absorbed the soul of Lucy Danse, realised he has a male identity and become obsessed with women. He convinces his best friend the Bam-Kursh that women are awesome and together they go off terrorising the multiverse. Spring-Heeled Jack joins in like the mutual friend you don’t really know who goes too far.<br />
<br />
Era 3. Post Execution - The Seven Great Empires have caught, tried and executed the Elder Gods<br />
<br />
Era 4. The New Dawn - The Great Farsh-nuke founds the Logicios as guardians of the Multiverse and other Elder Gods come out of hiding.<br />
<br />
Era 5. The Corruption - The Logicios have grown decadent and seed worlds to draw out the Farsh-nukes and make them remember who they are so they will be bound by morality and they can safely use them as assets. The Septaganoids grow from a nuisance and a pest to a threat.<br />
<br />
Era 6. The Great Septagonoid War. - The Logicios are now definitively facists but the only thing preventing the multiverse being destroyed by the deeply pedantic Septagonoids. The Sylph Liberation Front begins as a resistance movement.<br />
<br />
Era 7. The War Of The Hundred Million Universes - The Logicios wage war on a hundred million universes in the hopes of colonising them and ensuring they have the troops to ensure they don’t lose the Great Septagonoid War. Aided by an incarnation of Lucy Danse later called the Paragon the Hundred Million Universes give the Logicios enough of a bloody nose that they are able to negotiate a peace settlement and the United Civilisations of the Multiverse begins.<br />
<br />
Era 8. Reign of the Paragon - Lucy Dance is the Paragon of Virtue and Heir to the power of the Great Farsh-nuke. She empowers the Bam-Kursh to ply their trade as the Toy Maker if they expand the United Civilisations of the Multiverse and negotiates the fight against the Septagonoids and the cold war with the Logicios.<br />
<br />
Era 9. The United Civilisations versus the Logicios - The Logicios have been warn down by a ridiculously long war while the United Civilisations have grown ever stronger thanks to the Bam-Kursh. With the final end of the Great Septagonoid War came the vanishing of every Farsh-nuke and Lucy. It is up to their respective organisations to then fight it out.<br />
<br />
Era 10. Fragile Peace. - The Logicios lost the war with only a small amount allowed to remain and form a better Logicio peace force to protect the multiverse while empire loyalists snuck off to different parts of the multiverse. Without the threat of a foe nor the charisma of a great leader to keep them united the United Civilisations quietly disbanded,<br />
<br />
Era 11. The Ideology War. - With the Farsh-nuke gone the other Elder Gods have little interest in the ongoing state of affairs except that the Farsh-nuke’s old executioner Professor Logicity was warned of the coming ideology war and asked to back the Sylph Liberation front and what they wanted the multiverse to be. Professor Logicity turned to the Elder God he knew would be most in line with this new progressive outlook the non-binary Viorum Kaztif-tan and together they helped the leaders of the SLF found what would be called the Freedom Collective. They also resolved to create a new god to fill the role left by the Farsh-nuke, Robert Gordon Banks is the man who ends up taking on this role with Amy Hurst as his bodyguard.<br />
<br />
The threat comes from the trillionaire Richard Raspberry and the so-called Alpha God Adam Godwinson. One Farsh-nuke survived through a loophole and was able to try and defeat their growing fascist movement through political means. He failed and became the plaything of Adam Godwinson until the Freedom Collective crushed the Raspberry Reich and freed the last Farsh-nuke.<br />
<br />
Era 12. The Current Era - The Freedom Collective has won and the multiverse is at peace. For now at least.<br />
<br />
There is however one small thing. Every era that I have mentioned which has so far featured the multiverse has taken place within the same place in every universe, Earth. Once you know that life exists in one place and you live in a multiverse, just visit the same place every time why go anywhere else. We don’t just live in a multiverse of universes though. Every universe is itself a kind of inflationary multiverse, with connected pockets of different space time. Within one of these pockets gods from Era 2 got stuck and created the Mundis Turpis out of boredom.<br />
<br />
Thus we have Era 12 B. The New Goddess - Amy Hurst is the new Goddess after the Events of the Way back and the fantasy series follows her story.<br />
<br />
I currently have multiple stories already written for the series called Love Hurst set during Era 12 B The New Goddess, they just need to be proofread and edited though I want to rework episode 2 so it might be a while before that series is updated. I am also working on one scifi series set in the same general area as the Mundis Turpis Stories.<br />
<br />
I also hope to proofread more old stories from different eras, edit them and publish them but bare with me.<br />
<br />
You can follow me on twitter @farshnuke.<br />
<br />
<br />
<br /></div>
Alexander Gordon Jahanshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06675324400472067460noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3855166785660983406.post-91150871479986001302019-01-24T04:13:00.002+00:002019-01-24T04:13:59.173+00:00New Beginnings<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
<div style="text-align: center;">
New Beginnings</div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
A Bloggage</div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
By</div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
Alexander Gordon Jahans</div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<br /></div>
How do we define the end of one chapter of a person’s life and the beginning of another? When they start or finish a course of study? When they move out? How about when they get a kid or a puppy? What about when the divide is less clear?<br />
<br />
I have felt for the last few years that my death was a certainty and not far away. I don’t feel that any more. My life is still somewhat precarious and I am still somewhat laissez faires about the possibility of my demise but I do believe now that, all things being equal I am probably not about to die in the next few years. That is a scary thought to make external. It feels as if I am tempting the universe to prove me wrong. That fear though is a good sign.<br />
<br />
I still have anxiety, I still have dark days when I wonder what the point is but I have accepted now that this is what my life is and what it will be for the foreseeable future so I intend to make my life, such as it is, as quantitatively good as I can, given the limited sources and energy I have to hand.<br />
<br />
The nazis have started their march towards defeat and late capitalism crumbles under the stream of brexit’s stupidity. There is nothing like racism to expose the evil in the world and motivate the just to fight it.<br />
<br />
I have hope, true hope, for the first time in a long time and I have my writing. My writing that brings me so much pleasure. There will be people that hate it because it’s weird or because they consider a man writing about submissive women inherently sexist or creepy. That is going to happen and I can’t stop it but I will continue my writing because I know women are just as keen to write and read stuff about submissive women.<br />
<br />
Anyway. Merry new year. Here’s to new beginnings. </div>
Alexander Gordon Jahanshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06675324400472067460noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3855166785660983406.post-31748421081585124562018-12-21T08:30:00.002+00:002018-12-21T08:30:54.203+00:00Sorry for the Hiatus<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
Anxiety is bad.<br />
<br />
I am working on a new fantasy prose series called Love Hurst. Whether I will actually finish it is another matter.<br />
<br />
So to explain a little. I wrote fairly prolifically during a period after graduating a course in Creative and Professional Writing and Film Studies. During this time I got diagnosed with Kallman's Syndrome and Growth Hormone Deficiency and experienced depression as a result of this. Add in nazi stalkers and family drama and things started to reach as boiling point. Then I fucked up.<br />
<br />
I wrote a fanfic about some podcasters in the new media that I still respect and enjoy the work of even if it's sometimes painful. The problem is that I am stupid, autistic, still figuring out my kinks, still learning about how to best represent transgender people and I have condition where I as a cis man need testosterone injections that I personally would love to cure, even if it meant drinking a cocktail of shit and vomit. I do think that some things were taken out of context. Like it's pretty clearly SRS in a bottle if you read the context and it is established within the story that I and the Farsh-nuke are separate characters. That said the people who made the accusations were people I regarded as good friends and trusted and they made pretty clear that it wasn't just the fanfic that was the issue so I believe them. This event genuinely destroyed me. I don't think I will ever stop feeling sorry. Which in itself feels arrogant and selfish. As if the only plight affecting transgender people is some nonsense I wrote in a free fanfiction.<br />
<br />
I have basically spent my whole life being bullied in one shape or form and I have a lot of internalised self loathing as a result butt the one thing I held in good regard about myself was my behaviour and morality. That illusion was destroyed and it destroyed my faith in myself and in my writing.<br />
<br />
Add into this mess nazi stalkers fired up by Trump and Brexit becoming frenzied at my deteriorating sate of mind and I decided to chuck it all in and delete my stuff.<br /><br />I have been on anti-anxiety meds for about a year now and I feel better, more stable, there are less steep cliffs. That's not to say it's all perfect, I cried more in the last six months from just general stress and exhaustion than I have about anything since I finished school.<br /><br />I am though reaching the point where I am considering self publishing my content again. What I will try to do is go through each story I upload fixing typos and changing needlessly problematic content. I say needlessly problematic content because when you write fetish stuff and horror stuff there is generally problematic stuff that comes with the territory but I will try to be better about flagging that content so you don't see it if it bothers you.<br /><br />There are some stories I am considering rewriting and uploading to form a background for new fantasy series coming sometime towards the end of next year. I hope you will join me then.</div>
Alexander Gordon Jahanshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06675324400472067460noreply@blogger.com0