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as some of you might know, may day (may 1st) and the month of may in general is the celebration of Mary in catholic tradition (likely because of her conflation with Flora, the roman goddess of flowers and spring. floralia, the festival in…

Trigger warning for images and descriptions of bugs/insects/arthropods/ and spider-like creatures in my previous post.

I frequently have nightmares. Last night I had an insect themed one. Not surprising as I live in a building infested with insects and can’t afford to move out.

Stinging insects and rapidly moving disease ridden insects are two of my fears that have been described to me as irrational. The stinging part at least seems completely rational to me as I am allergic to bee stings. Last night’s cockroach dream turned into a wasp dream. Not sure why.

Then I woke up and spotted that tiny creepy hell beast on my wall. At first in my sleepy haze I thought “Uhoh this is bad. I gotta squash all that before she lays that egg.” I thought she was a particularly large german roach about to drop her ootheca behind/on my nightstand. A stomach churning way to start the day.

As I knelt in bed quietly assembling my shield of tissues to protect my hand while I dispatched the roach and her egg, I kept a slowly focusing eye on my target.

I’m not sure if it moved, I realized something was wrong and shuddered violently, or if I realized something was wrong, shuddered violently, and it moved. For a split second I thought it was two disgustingly large roaches stuck together end to end.

When I realized what I was looking at was actually one creepy entity and had about a billion (on closer inspection, 30) legs I made an audible noise that might have sounded like “NO” had I not been shaking. It came out “nuhnuhnuhnuh”.

I dont know what made me decide to catch it instead of killing it. I wasn’t awake enough to remember clearly that centipedes eat roaches, silverfish, flies, and beetles. Or definitively what a centipede looked like, or if they were poisonous. In any case I’m not one to kill something without a good reason and capturing it seemed safer.

So I dumped the bottles of lube out of the antique glass I keep next to my bed and grabbed my high school best friend’s childhood headshot from a box of pictures and photo albums I have yet to unpack. Oh, I would have liked to use some slightly more disposable items, but there were none at hand and I didn’t want to risk losing the creature in my bedroom.

It took a couple tries. I eventually caught him. Given how slow I was vs. how fast they are supposed to be, he is probably either sleepy or sick. Not surprising since it was late morning and he probably ate or walked through boric acid at some point during his stay.

I looked up centipede and soon identified this creepy little fellow as a male house centipede. The second or third thing I was going to look up was “terrifying thing I know isn’t an insect cuz it has too many damn legs”. Luckily I didn’t need to.

I am going to relocate Mr. Creepy outside. He eats all the things this building is infested with, but I can’t let him live with me. While rare, they can sting, and the sting is described as similar to a bee sting. I had to get two shots in my ass the last time I got stung by a bee, and my face swelled up so much I couldn’t open my eyes. As unlikely as it may be that a centipede could do the same thing, I am not interested in taking that chance.

Since I don’t believe in premonitions and the like, I am particularly creeped out by having had a dream about both scuttling and stinging insects without concious knowledge of Mr. Creepy in my room. I thought I got a mosquito bite on my back the other night. Maybe it was Mr. Creepy? Was he crawling on me while I slept? I thought I was paranoid about the roaches and seeing things, hell, I thought I saw a mouse a couple times. Could it have been Mr. Creepy? Centipedes move incredibly fast, maybe I have seen him out of the corner of my eye and my brain filled in the blank with what was familiar? Maybe he has friends? A whole herd of creepy, scuttling, stinging arthropods infesting my apartment. Is the proper term for a group of centipedes a herd? If there isn’t a proper term for a group of centipedes I would like to propose “terrify” as in “a terrify of centipedes”.

Excuse me while I flip out and tear my bedroom apart. But first I need let Mr. Creepy go. Outside.

Trigger warning for images and descriptions of bugs/insects/arthropods/ and spider-like creatures in my next post.

I haven’t been on tumblr lately. Too much ableism from liberals and other leftists.

I would call the ableism casual, but when confronted about it most liberals get pretty vicious in their ableism. I could go into more about it and I probably will later. I just don’t have the energy to deal with any of it lately.

I’m going to post something later today, so I thought I should mention why I have been gone. I would have included this as an aside in that post, but the post may be filtered out by some tumblr saviors.

I’m still not “back”. I’m disinterested in any social justice movement that uses disability as an insult. Tumblr is full of that kind of activist and teeming with people who thoughtlessly reblog things and then get defensive about doing whatever they want on their blog. As if it were their bathroom and not a purposefully shared public space.



>teenage actress’s private nudes get leaked

>teenage actress is reviled as a slut and a wh*re and a bad role model

>james franco asks a seventeen-year-old girl if he can meet her in a private hotel room

>james franco gets to go on saturday night live and joke about what a silly doofus he is for soliciting sex from a girl literally half his age



I promise to never, ever post a Screamer on my blog.

This will be a safe place on April Fool’s Day.



The petition to legally recognize non-binary genders expired because it did not reach 100,000 signatures in time.


To all those who don’t think the rape joke was a problem, or rape jokes are a problem.

I get it, you’re a decent guy. I can even believe it. You’ve never raped anybody. You would NEVER rape anybody. You’re upset that all these feminists are trying to accuse you of doing something or connect you to doing something that, as far as you’re concerned, you’ve never done and would never condone.

And they’ve told you about triggers, and PTSD, and how one in six women is a survivor, and you get it. You do. But you can’t let every time someone gets all upset get in the way of you having a good time, right?

So fine. If all those arguments aren’t going anything for you, let me tell you this. And I tell you this because I genuinely believe you mean it when you say you don’t want to hurt anybody, and you don’t see the harm, and that it’s important to you to do your best to be a decent and good person. And I genuinely believe you when you say you would never associate with a rapist and you think rape really is a very bad thing.

Because this is why I refuse to take rape jokes sitting down-

6% of college age men, slightly over 1 in 20, will admit to raping someone in anonymous surveys, as long as the word “rape” isn’t used in the description of the act.

6% of Penny Arcade’s target demographic will admit to actually being rapists when asked.

A lot of people accuse feminists of thinking that all men are rapists. That’s not true. But do you know who think all men are rapists?

Rapists do.

They really do. In psychological study, the profiling, the studies, it comes out again and again.

Virtually all rapists genuinely believe that all men rape, and other men just keep it hushed up better. And more, these people who really are rapists are constantly reaffirmed in their belief about the rest of mankind being rapists like them by things like rape jokes, that dismiss and normalize the idea of rape.

If one in twenty guys is a real and true rapist, and you have any amount of social activity with other guys like yourself, really cool guy, then it is almost a statistical certainty that one time hanging out with friends and their friends, playing Halo with a bunch of guys online, in a WoW guild, or elsewhere, you were talking to a rapist. Not your fault. You can’t tell a rapist apart any better than anyone else can. It’s not like they announce themselves.

But, here’s the thing. It’s very likely that in some of these interactions with these guys, at some point or another someone told a rape joke. You, decent guy that you are, understood that they didn’t mean it, and it was just a joke. And so you laughed.

And, decent guy who would never condone rape, who would step in and stop rape if he saw it, who understands that rape is awful and wrong and bad, when you laughed?

That rapist who was in the group with you, that rapist thought that you were on his side. That rapist knew that you were a rapist like him. And he felt validated, and he felt he was among his comrades.

You. The rapist’s comrade.

And if that doesn’t make you feel sick to your stomach, if that doesn’t make you want to throw up, if that doesn’t disturb you or bother you or make you feel like maybe you should at least consider not participating in that kind of humor anymore…

Well, maybe you aren’t as opposed to rapists as you claim.

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Peach and Shamus :)


Peach and Shamus :)