The Extremophile's Lair

Nov 1st is Autistics Speaking Day!

Since I'm not particularly word-based right now and so much of my experience of autism is the world outside of words (and the connections and joys that go with that),  today is going to be a picture day.
This is a celebration in photos:

Paul Muldoon is an Irish poet who is living and working now.

( Hedgehog by Paul Muldoon )
Also a Happy Belated-by-almost-a-month Birthday to Walt Whitman

http://www.whitmanarchive.org/published/LG/1891/index.html  -  a link to an Online Copy of Leaves of Grass, a large book of his poems.
( From Leaves of Grass )

Wren and Raven are going to be joining me and my immediate family for thanksgiving.

So I feel like my whole family will be there.

*warmfuzzies*

So, the girl I met on the bus a while back... (damn, she needs a moniker on this blog)...  and I spent this sunday together.  Anyway she met my liege lord, boyfriend, whatever you want to call him and they like eachother.  None of us have any problems with sharing.  So things will eventually work out how they're going to work out, and so far that's looking pretty good :).

We went over to the desert museum and walked until it closed, and then we still were talking, so we ended up, the three of us, sacked out on my bedroom floor for a few more hours.  Then I took her home.  I don't know why, but the whole chivalric butch dance is actually really hot even though it has nothing to do with actual physical contact.   (I need to think)  She also agreed although from the opposite side.    It helped that saying goodbye on her doorstep ended up turning into a long kiss.

OK : Warning this is going to be a really rough draft.  But I've been thinking about this for years and I'm finally getting to the point where I can sorta-write about it.  I know - I come up with big Ideas, but it can take months/years to say them - it makes for sucky conversation.  And the latest post on SM-F triggered this.  Because I see one attitude in rape and the other in BDSM I guess.

One of the things that bugs me is the way stoicism gets put up on some pedestal and masochism gets dragged through the dirt.

Stoicism - going into a bad situation DESPITE the fact that you hate it for the benefit of others.

Masochism: going into a bad, dangerous, scary, difficult situation BECAUSE it's something you can enjoy or get something out of that might benefit other people.

It seems that the first one makes you a hero, the second one makes you a creep.

I can't afford to be stoic, it's like my mortal enemy.  I see myself stuck in a bad situation that I don't want to be in, frozen because I should just be self sacrificing and put up with it.  Going Numb. I see myself turning away from enjoyable things (that others might even appreciate me doing) because I might enjoy them and that would be sick.

Or dancing trough flames, unharmed.  A plant rooted in bare rock, my face turned towards the unmitigated sun, the monsoon deluge.
(Or in Dune, transforming the Water from poison into the stuff of visions ;) )

Numbness and pain, or joy.

My experience with SM and Hypersensitivity/Autism actually are mutually beneficial because they both show how to enjoy myself even if it means doing something different than other people find enjoyable.  I can put a soft limit on sustained social interaction and noisy places (and cold :( ).  I can fully enjoy 100+ temperatures.  My body can perform miracles, It Comes First.  No matter if what it wants is not what it's supposed to.

I love Nightwish.  Especially for songs like this.

Over the Hill:
www.youtube.com/watch

I'm rather on a binge right now.  I got a new disk from the local secondhad book store.

I've also been on the wane as far as writing goes.  This happens - with my interaction with people in general not just writing.  I see so much more of the non-human world, though.  Sometimes I just have to immerse myself in one world or the other.

Also, If someone would tell me how to embed movies.... I'd be grateful.

EDIT:  Here's another Entry  on "Waning" and "Waxing" by a different blogger.  And actually a slightly more eloquent post than mine.
fleecyblog.blogspot.com/2009/04/wane.html