Category: IRL
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Having trauma doesn’t mean you can only consume mild, boneless art.
“The most important thing becomes control. Engaging with it on your own terms. Anything to not feel helpless.” – Daisy Tonner, The Magnus Archives Content warning for mentions of violence, sexual assault, and some personal PTSD experiences involving dissociation and panic attacks. Despite being a sexual assault victim, and despite being someone who struggled with…
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The thrilling story of Jenn trying to monetize her writing, and then hating the act of writing
Holy shit, does writing become less fun when you’re doing it for WORK. Especially when you have absolutely no creative control. Every client would say they accepted pitches, and I’d pitch something that seemed to fit their site, and they’d veto it pretty much immediately. Which, hey, fine, but like – don’t pretend you’re giving…
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The Flashing Lights Say You’ll Be Okay: Depression, Binge-Watching Television, And The Importance of Fluff
I marathoned a comedy today, and I think I’m going to be okay. Sometimes, you just have to let yourself enjoy things. It’s all you can do in this hellscape of a life, right?
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Nujabes, [adult swim], and Cowboy Bebop: How anime influenced my music taste as a kid
I enjoy mapping out my own taste-makers in my head: it’s fun to think about how one thing I liked as a kid would kick-start a full investigation into a whole genre, a whole niche, a whole world. When I was a child, anime inadvertently opened a door into a world of hip hop, J-rock,…
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Anime Escapism, or why my depressed ass watched so many Japanese cartoons
It’s been a long time since I’ve actually sat down and watched any anime. My anime-viewing habits are pretty fickle. I either binge watch ten series all the way through in a month, or I don’t watch anything other than snippets of whatever shounen my boyfriend’s watching in the living room. Maybe it was a…
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