I stand corrected

It’s a small detail but a big one to get wrong, and is now fixed: For a long, long time I had assumed I had done really well on Duke University’s Talent Identification Program for the ’86-’87 school year. Indicated as such on my About page here. I found my records of same a couple nights ago and it turns out I was just one of the two big shots at my middle school, which was all seventh graders that year (it is now a fully-fledged junior high). Which is fine. Between me and the boy top scorer (I think his was probably math — mine was verbal), we got our school a commendation, so that’s good enough for me.

Anyway, the About page is now corrected accordingly.

Honestly, I’m not sure why the universe saw fit to bestow very good (I will not say top-shelf brilliant) verbal skills upon me when no one fucking listens to me, but apparently it is my best superpower, and I’m still trying to figure out how to put it to best use.

That and art are the only things I ever really won awards for doing. And those were all long ago. I fear I’ve been left behind now.

Lightbulb moment

I have mentioned on the “woman” page (look at the menu) that I have a domain name called “born with ovaries” but that I hadn’t quite worked out what I wanted to do with it yet.

Last night I was poking around looking at a domain-name seller and seeing what was available and thinking about Our Bodies, Ourselves and how they sold themselves out to troonery many years ago and then up and quit. I thought, You know, we still need a resource like that. I didn’t figure on being able to get the OBO name — even if it’s available, and it’s probably not, the owners likely wouldn’t give or sell to TERFs. (Fun fact: the WordPress software corrects me if I write “terf” in lowercase, but does not correct me if I write it like “TERF.” Fucking genderdorks. They’re like roaches.) So I pondered what the fuck else you could call a resource like that.

And as I was falling asleep, it hit me: I already had a good candidate.

So! I don’t know when it’ll happen, but… it’s a-gonna happen. It probably won’t ever be a book, but we’re gonna bring women’s health information back online all in one place and it WILL NOT be man-intersectional. No men! Ever!

I won’t announce this anywhere else because I have no idea how I’m going to go about it just yet. I have an idea, but we’ll see if it’s practical. We also have to take into account my extreme flakery about stuff like this. Sorry, everybody. But I’m kind of excited now!

It’ll be under the Gynemedia aegis. Obviously.

Vagueblogging

I see I get hits from Victoria every now and again.

If that’s you, I sent you an email at your subversive dot org email address some days ago. I don’t know how often you check that thing, so maybe you haven’t seen it.

Saw you in photos in MM’s recent piece. Good to see you going to bat for women, but given how you’ve treated me, I find it difficult to take it very seriously. Interested in MM maybe? She’s cute, I’ll give her that. (No lesbo.)

You make me sad. I don’t like people making me sad. I already had people making me sad, and you just made it that much worse. What did I really do to deserve that? Really?

EVEN NOW we could sort this out. If you wanted to. If you felt I was worth the risk.

Will you? Probably not.

New domain name

I am pleased to announce that recently I acquired the domain name Gynemedia. I got it because I already own Gynepedia, and since that was already inspired by Wikipedia, it was just that one step further. (For those who don’t get the joke: Wikipedia is owned by Wikimedia, which also provides the software Mediawiki upon which Wikipedia and a whole bunch of other wiki sites are based.) The latter will fall under the former and be linked from it (there’s nothing at either domain yet), and I probably also want to do some zines and offer them from the former. I have some ideas.

I have yet one more idea that involves a space to upload videos, but I’m still mulling it over; I already put too much on my plate and then never do anything with it, but I know someone who runs a feminism-related video site akin to YouTube or Rumble, and she isn’t that happy with her current site name. I may just put a bug in her ear instead. But given how volatile the socialfem community is, I don’t know if I want my idea running away in someone else’s hands. I would be sad if I got shut out of it.

Relatedly: When I get the ‘pedia going, it will not be open for public writing and editing. I still haven’t decided if I’m willing to let in feminists who are known to me. But I probably won’t be. Maybe if some of you stop blocking my ass on Facebook because I said something you found annoying once or because you couldn’t control my friends list for me, but so far I don’t like your track record. So we will be proceeding very cautiously with that project. I welcome ideas of what new articles to include and that’s probably going to be all for a while.

Yes, I know about Feminist Wiki. One, I don’t want to limit the subject matter to women classified as feminist because we’ll be arguing all fucking day about how to define that and anyway, for a complete picture of the full range of womanhood, we need to include women who might not fit that label. Two, FW is owned and run by a man. If you like that, you go ahead. I do not like that, so I will be offering another option. Good talk. Glad we could sort that out.

The Hound and the Little Bird

I said a while back, “Wait’ll I tell you about the Hound,” and here we are weeks later and I haven’t done it.

Grievous oversight. Must correct.

Okay, so if you’ve followed my adventures with the Rory McCann fansite for long enough, you have seen me address this already, though I’m pretty sure I shitcanned that post when I started the blog over. You probably won’t mind reading my theory again. For the rest of you? This will probably blow your mind. When I first thought of it, no one in the fandom seemed to be talking about it, so far as I was able to ascertain. I would be surprised if they have since picked it up. I have this whole aura around me that prevents people listening to me. Well, fine. I don’t mind keeping it all to myself. Fuck all y’all.

But I do need to put it out into the internet again with a date stamp on it, just so you can see I said it and when. Haha.

All right. Pull up a chair. To sit in. Not to hit me with. You good? Okay.

Now, this is going to be about the books, not about the TV show. Several elements I’ll mention here never made it into Game of Thrones. Keep up.

So. We all know about the scene during the Battle of the Blackwater when Sansa goes back to her chambers and it turns out Sandor Clegane is there. The Hound is, in fact, massively drunk and has been lying on her bed, possibly in a drunken half-stupor, waiting for her to come back. We find out in A Storm of Swords in his final fevered rant to Arya, just as she’s about to abandon him, that he had been planning to rape Sansa but for whatever reason, he changed his mind. The actual sequence of events: he grabbed Sansa, he put a knife to her throat, and he ordered her to sing him a song. She complied, he started to cry, he stepped away from her and ripped off his Kingsguard cloak, and then he left her alone in the room.

With me so far?

Okay, so. In a later book we have a scene where Sansa is remembering the Hound from the night of the Blackwater battle, and specifically “remembers” him kissing her. Fans caught on to this quickly and pulled George R. R. Martin up about it, to which Martin replied that Sansa was an “unreliable narrator.” But it didn’t make any sense to me that Sansa would just convince herself the Hound kissed her, and while she strove to be unfailingly polite and to cover her tracks so the Lannisters wouldn’t murder her, she didn’t strike me as someone who lied for fun, either to others or to herself. So what was going on here?

After observing the other Stark kids with their direwolves, it hit me.

If you only saw the show, you didn’t get to appreciate the strength of the warg connection between the Stark kids and their direwolves. These kids were literally reading their direwolves’ minds. Actually, child and wolf talked with one another, sometimes across great distances — Nymeria, for instance, found Arya’s dead mother and Arya witnessed the find from hundreds of miles away. In her sleep. Even Jon/Aegon — even though we find out in the show that he’s a Targaryen (and Martin backs this up), even though as a Targaryen he can warg a dragon, we see he can also warg a direwolf, as he does Ghost. (Another nod to the “song of ice and fire”???) Human and wolf can sense one another’s emotions, see the world as the other party sees it, and all of this long distance.

Remember how I said Sandor told Arya in their last conversation that he had wanted to rape Sansa? He also stated that he regretted not doing so. “I should have fucked her bloody… before leaving her for that dwarf.” (In the books, Sandor despises Tyrion. He is quite upset to learn that Tyrion has wed the “little bird.”)

So here’s a scenario for you. We know that in that last conversation with Arya, Sandor was trying to rile her up into killing him. What if he hadn’t actually wanted to rape Sansa? What if… he actually loves her?

What if he was consumed, after the Blackwater, with the wish that he’d kissed her?

What if Sansa was picking that up long distance? Because think about it. When you really want to do something, you envision yourself doing it usually, right? If that’s what Sansa picked up, it would have been like she was experiencing the kiss.

“What Sansa picked up?” you’re asking. “Why would Sansa pick anything up from the Hound?”

Because… Sansa warged him.

Remember, Sandor first took an interest in Sansa AFTER Lord Stark executed her direwolf, Lady. And this happened around the same time the other Stark kids (and Jon/Aegon) began forming a psychic connection to their wolves. Sansa’s to Lady must have just been developing when Robert passed sentence on Lady. So… would Sansa have needed to redirect it?

It wouldn’t have been on purpose. And it wouldn’t have been strong at first. And Sansa wouldn’t have known she was doing it, because she didn’t believe in wargs. Sandor must have felt as if he were developing feelings for her and of course he couldn’t figure out why. But if it’s gotten to the point she’s “seeing” him wishing he’d kissed her, and misinterpreting it as her own memory?

And, I don’t know if you noticed, but there’s a bit in the books about the wildlings having a taboo against wargs riding people. If Sansa ends up Queen in the North in the books the way she did in the show… I dunno, what do you think? D’you think there might be an itsy-bitsy little complication should the wildlings find out what’s happened with her and Sandor?

Could be all sorts of interesting.

So, yeah. My take on “SanSan” is that there is no SanSan. It’s just Sandor feeling a psychic bond he doesn’t understand and Sansa mistaking someone else’s thoughts for her own memories. Wait and see.

A mental health note

In the interests of promoting harmony in future budding friendships and the like, I feel the need to spell this out.

If you are one of the reasons I have to spell this out, I don’t like your chances on fostering a friendship with me, or anything else with me for that matter. But I still feel the need to cover these bases.

I am pretty laid-back and flexible on making new friends and meeting new guys and what-have-you. My dance card is WAY empty. It’s cool. But I do have a few bright lines. This is important so, if you care, listen up.

Number one need: ***COMMUNICATION***

I need you to talk to me! I need you to tell me what’s going on when it affects me! If we need to “talk later,” I need you to tell me when that will happen, and then follow through, and if you can’t follow through then get a hold of me to reschedule and then follow through on that!

If I’m fucking up on something, tell me! Try being nice about it. If it’s all you, you can say so, but don’t say it’s all you when it’s me too. Nor blame me when it’s actually you. Sometimes it really is one or the other.

I cannot STAND being left in limbo. It is my BIGGEST PET PEEVE, and from men in particular. It’s not your fault. I was put through this by two different emotionally destructive former partners and it did a number on me and I NEVER WANT TO GO THROUGH THAT AGAIN. I will NUKE YOUR ASS FROM ORBIT JUST TO BE SURE. We will be DONE.

Related to this, your relationship status is not a state fucking secret. If you’re with someone, let me know. That helps me because falling for someone usually isn’t an instantaneous process and if I know there are boundaries, I know to steer clear of them. So if you have a platonic best female friend and you wonder why I’m distant, it’s because I caught your emotional vibe with her and misinterpreted it… and that’s your fault! Speak up. It is the considerate thing to do. And while you’re at it, better expect me to ask her for confirmation after you tell me, ’cause I fucking will. Better safe than sorry.

Number two need, and this is more for potential dates/partners/whatever. OPENNESS

I am not interested in truncated situations or closed doors. I want to be able to follow the trail wherever it leads. If something has the potential to happen, let it happen! If you have THAT MANY reservations about where things could go with me, we have no business doing anything. You are just wasting my time when I could be spending it with someone who IS interested. Don’t do that to me. That is shit behavior and no one deserves it. I’ve already wasted nearly half my life on someone who didn’t deserve my time. If I even think you are dicking me around, you’re getting nuked. I’m fucking done.

[[edit] I don’t mean polyamory. I mean openness for what’s possible between you and me. If you’re that fucking bored, there’s the door. I tried sharing, it doesn’t work for me, and so I do not share now. On the bright side, you won’t have to share either. Yay!]

Number three need: LOYALTY

I don’t mean never end our friendship or never break up with me. If you are unhappy or I’m mistreating you, by all means get out. Please. I’m not in this to ruin people’s lives. What I mean is:

friendship: If someone’s slagging me, speak up for me. Don’t just stand by letting them slag me.

relationship: If you’re in a relationship with me, you’re in it WITH ME. Your exes are exes. You’re done. If you have kids with one and you need to interact with her to deal with family stuff that is fine, but you need to think about what it looks like if you’re running off to meet her alone. If you don’t have kids with her at all, you’re done. Be done. You need to think about how you’d feel if the situation were reversed. Would you want me trotting off to have dinner with my ex-husband? Never gonna happen, but if it did. How would you feel? Or if it were my daughter’s father? No. Pick a fucking side.

I mean, if you can’t handle these three simple things, I don’t know what to tell you.

Similarly, don’t expect these three things from me when you won’t give them to me. I’m not your personal fucking doormat.

Good talk. Glad we could sort that out. Moving along now.

Sandor on sale

Okay, not really on sale. I’ve reduced the price of my Sandor drawing here.

You can wait it out if you want but I’m probably not going to reduce it again. It doesn’t cost me much to keep it listed.

I get my brain sucked into stupid social media all day. I don’t exactly have wall-to-wall social hour around here; the two people I know to any degree here in town are both introverts and also running two organizations between them, plus one of them’s a published author who continues to write and is in the middle of a book project now, in fact. Plus each of them is owned by four dogs and one of them has additional animal responsibilities. They’re busy, okay? And I’m still new here. So I don’t have much going on, so I’ve been lonely and depressed (I am also an introvert, but I do like people, and I haven’t been getting enough peopling — in doses that I can cope with — over the past three-plus years). So, the self-medicating on a very bad “drug.”

I want to say I will do more artwork soon. My ideal self as I would like to be will get more artwork done soon. I make no promises. It’ll probably be tiny stuff at first, if it’s anything at all.

Administrivia: 10 August 2024

Oops. I had left comments on. Got a spam comment, is the only way I caught it.

Sorted. Every post prior to this one will have a message on it after the main body of the post that says you have to be registered and logged in to comment, but you won’t be able to actually do that. From this post forward, I don’t think it’ll even have that message.

I used to love allowing comments and having people to talk to, and I would even hear from people I knew, but I was hypersensitive and trigger-happy and sooner or later someone would try to start an argument or a debate in my personal space and it would usually annoy me or piss me off. And then there was the occasional troll. So it’s just not something I want to deal with anymore.

The Song of Ice and Fire

Hey, this realization hit me the other day and I wanted to put it somewhere in case I need to refer to it later.

People continually grouse about season 8 of Game of Thrones, really angry that GRRM made “Jon Snow” into the sixth Aegon Targaryen only for that revelation to go absolutely nowhere.

Well, let’s see, shall we.

“Born in the place of smoke and salt” = Aegon was born in Dorne. I don’t know if Dorne was ever labeled with that epithet, but it definitely fits the description.

“The song of ice and fire” = Aegon carries the bloodlines of both Stark, through his mother Lyanna, and Targaryen through his father Rhaegar. He was also instrumental in helping to end the threat of Ice posed by the Night King and definitively ended the threat of Fire posed by the Mad Queen Daenerys Targaryen.

“The prince who was promised” = Aegon was crowned king as “Jon Snow” by the North, but only because they thought he was an illegitimate Stark. (Ironic, innit, that the “rebellious” North accidentally crowned the true king?) As a Targaryen, he was never crowned. He was the crown prince and that was all. He also refused the Iron Throne, cementing his status as a prince and not a king.

I also think it’s neat the way House Targaryen started with an Aegon and ended with an Aegon.

It was the “prince who was promised” bit that finally caught me. It just landed on me one day like a ton of bricks. “OH OF COURSE.” The thing about prophecies is that we don’t pay attention to how they’re worded and assume that things are going to go a certain way. But sometimes you just have to take the words literally.

And if you think that’s fucked up, wait’ll I tell you about the Hound.

Probable changes and random “big” thoughts

I can’t make any promises, only talk about what I’d like to do, but I’d like to get my brain together very soon and schedule work on each of the things I still want to do with my free time. Big man’s site is one of them. I need to get back to work on bringing all his pics and videos inline with what is now called the “blog.” I like the little headline I put with it, “Not from the desk of Rory McCann,” but I’ll have to think of something else to put there because I need to quit it with the unscripted updates. They will get in the way of HIS actual content and that’s not what I want to do anymore.

I wasn’t sure I wanted to use tags, but I might use tags here and then link to the Rory tag from the big-man site. If it seems self-serving to point people to my website, oh fucking well. When you are paying for my hosting service, you get a say. I will never charge anyone to look at Big Man Chronicles, not even with a Patreon account (there will, in fact, never be a Patreon account connected with it), so… good luck with that. My money my turf my rules my say. The end.

On a slight tangent, because this is still related to the Rory fandom, I accidentally found out (because I was not logged in) that Hound’s Lair was crying about Instagram changes last fall and talking about quitting. Considering I found her via Pinterest not ten minutes ago as I write this, that’s a bit stupid. There are always ways around limiting algorithms. Hell, people find my BMC site through Google searches because I tackle some things the Instagram fan accounts don’t really talk about. If you want it badly enough, you’ll get it; if you’re a quitter, go ‘head, I guess. I wouldn’t be this petty, but a lot of you who know me from BMC know that she and I locked horns five years ago. I was realizing, in fact, just a few minutes ago (as I write this), that she basically blocked me for locking horns with me on MY account. She wasn’t even using the Hound’s Lair account to argue with me, as I recall. So basically I was held to a behavioral standard for her IG when I wasn’t on her IG and didn’t know I was dealing with her. Trapped nice and neat. If you think that’s fair, go on, I guess. I can’t be fucked. So if she really does quit, I’ll be one shedding zero fucking tears about it. Wheaton’s Law applies here.

(Honestly, I remember getting offended because I posted a pic from the GOT premiere in NYC and she came along like “this is so-and-so’s picture”… in retrospect that wasn’t a bad thing to say, but it felt like she was accusing me of stealing it, which of course I was NOT passing it off as my own. Anyone who knows me knows I’ve never so much as set foot in NYC. I certainly in the post did not claim to have taken the photo. Since that argument, people have stolen my screenshots with alarming regularity and I would bet money I won’t have in a million years that she never had one single problem with that. Because she’s got flying monkeys who look in. I know how this shit works. So… just really stupid all around. It should have been a two-second fart and done and forgotten. Would have been, had I had any say in the outcome.)

Getting off the drama, this illustrates something else for me: if you want to be found, get the fuck off social media. Or, be on social media, but don’t let that be your one-trick pony. I see morons all the time claiming that websites and blogs are “obsolete.” Not if you want to keep an online presence, they’re fucking not. Did you notice Facebook and X have websites and that Instagram now allows you to upload photos from a desktop or laptop computer browser? Better wake up. These “services” are making dumber and dumber decisions all the time and I don’t give it another ten years and they’ll be going the way MySpace went: still in existence but no longer relevant. Where do you want to end up when that happens?

Yeah. Good talk. I’m gonna go watch paint dry or something. Got to be a better use of my time than this post was.

(I’m lying. I’ve got no wet paint in my vicinity. But I’ll find something to do.)