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i was like well i could ""compose a post"" or i could just. mine the way i explained this in chat the other day for parts—
anyway all this [trying to work out a congenial set of blogs to follow] has me thinking back to when i made a friend in my german reading class and was like 'oh right actually sometimes you meet people and it immediately feels good and easy and safe and fun. forgot that was how it was supposed to work!' bc unfortunately the reality is that as a now–chronically isolated misfit i'm strongly motivated to try and convince myself i could like people even when. we aren't actually compatible.
bc the thing is, it turns out that not feeling like you're part of either mainstream gender club is: really fucking lonely! bc you just feel constantly like. wow insane gender coercion is happening all around me constantly and it makes me angry and scared and i don’t know how not to vent incredulously about it but i'm also acutely aware that becoming someone who can't shut up abt their gender alienation is a great way to come off as a bore and (pun not intended) a drag…
not to mention that like. people are basically only nice to me when they girlbox me so like. i need it and hate it and feel guilty abt it!
what is your eye color. what is your favorite color. what is the color that appears most frequently in your wardrobe. what color is your favorite blanket. what color is your water bottle.
also. watched some of the new wot earlier and it really is wild to like. find something visually and narratively very enjoyable while also feeling absolutely zero interest in finding out what fandom is doing about it. like this show is full of very beautiful people of all ages and i just. i don't need fandom to bang them together. i don't need the showrunners to bang them together. i had fun watching as much as i watched and you know what i want to do about it? watch more soon.
gotta say tumblr's little pro-cursive revival has really reactivated early middle school memories of being forced to write up assignments in crabbed horrible cursive and hating it more with every letter whose setup i failed to properly anticipate far enough in advance to connect it smoothly (possibly bc adhd but like. hashtag guy who's only ever had adhd so what do i know.)
on principle opposed to describing art i dislike as ‘masturbatory’ because even though it’s an alluringly contemptuous word to sneer it’s impossible to reconcile with my pro-masturbation stance
The Crown (Diu Crône) by Heinrich von dem Türlin translated by J. W. Thomas
Daniel von dem Blühenden Tal translated by Michael Resler
Erec by Hartmann von Aue translated by Cyril Edwards
Iwein Knight with the Lion by Hartmann von Aue translated by Cyril Edwards
Lanzelet by Ulrich von Zatzikhoven translated by Thomas Kerth
Parzival by Wolfram von Eschenbach translated by Jessie Weston
Parzival by Wolfram von Eschenbach translated by Edwin Zeydel
Tristan and Iseult Vol. I by Gottfriend von Straßberg translated by Jessie Weston
Tristan and Iseult Vol. II by Gottfriend von Straßberg translated by Jessie Weston
Wigalois Knight of Fortune’s Wheel by Wirnt von Grafenberg translated by J. W. Thomas
Wigalois Knight of Fortune’s Wheel by Wirnt von Grafenberg (in German)
Wigamur translated by Joseph M. Sullivan
look, was this towel ““worth mending””? debatable. did i however have fun applying my silly little patches to the hole in it? yes. :)
Tricycle Gang in Brooklyn, New York City (1930s)