Madeira Darling is a snarky mystic, devout Satanist, serious Marxist, laughing dominatrix, and writer from San Fransisco where they live with their boyfriend in a house full of altars to their various demons.
I dream I die and keep right on dreaming all the time like. Either the dream backtracks and tries again or I dream that the previous bit of steam was a play I was acting in or a LARP I was playing or the dream just proceeds to something it decides is the afterlife, whatever.
Yeah I’ve had dreams where I’ve died and I’m an angel/ghost thing after. In one dream I died and became some girl’s fairy godmother and it was sorta nice actually
a blatant violation of human rights for an adult. Like bullying is just “oh well kids will be kids” when if an adult did that to an adult that’d be assault and a serious crime and like corporal punishment is considered unacceptable for adults (although it happens often enough because people are fucking monsters) and like if IDK a college professor or something did it that would be abbarant and horrifying but somehow we’re more okay with hitting little kids?
I think it’s important to remember that it came out of a sort of “happiness patrol” era of chipper bigotry in the 80s, the Margaret Thatcher and Ronald Regan polite and sunny hypocrisy of that period,
the beginnings of mass incarceration,
the homophobia, the casual misogyny, the nationalism, the dismantling of labour law… all with a lot of media censored of all the ugly shit.
Y’ know what I mean?
There was a reason for discourse being the way it was. Shock value was a protest against a very genuinely censorious establishment. It’s lead to bad places but it didn’t start there.