I'm A Scientist And I Went To A Talk Where They Discussed... Basically Psychosurgery For Treating Mental

i'm a scientist and i went to a talk where they discussed... basically psychosurgery for treating mental illness? putting probes in your brain that make electrical impulses. and those electrical impulses can help manage spikes of anxiety. you get a bluetooth controller for it to manage stuff yourself, but someone else ALSO gets the control--your therapist.

and genuinely, not joking, the tool that your therapist uses to help you with it is just called the master controller.

and to test if it's working? they stimulate it in a way that makes you smile involuntarily.

okay now imagine how i felt like listening to all of that. if you answered "way too horny" you were correct

random, but I think the way people talk about abusers as hypercompetent, calculating manipulators that Know exactly what they're doing makes it easier for people to get into abusive relationships

I absolutely will die on this hill, access to fiction that makes your skin crawl and open discussion about it is the best way to keep that skin crawling fiction from happening in reality.

It doesn't matter if it is ~positively~ or negatively portrayed. If you censor it, we don't talk about it, then we can't protect against it.

Skin of Skunk Anansie in The Righteous Babes: Feminism and Rock Music in the 1990’s (1998, dir. Pratibha Parmar)

me, wearing nothing but a sheer plunge-neck ballgown that’s plastered to my skin from the rain, soaking wet and trembling with cold and fatigue as i stand outside the entrance to the castle: p-please help me ;) i’m s-so lost and s-scared ;) ;) i have no where to stay for the night ;) ;) ;)

the sexy vampire lady who answered the door, and to whom the castle belongs: of course ;) you poor thing ;) ;) come inside, you must be freezing… you may stay as long as you need to recover from your ordeal ;) ;) ;)

No one wants to work anymore. All kids these days want is to physically transform into animals. Bones cracking, breaking, splintering apart, stitching together into exhilaratingly new shapes. Hair, all kinds hair, various fluids and oils and whatnot. Monstrous musk, hideous scents foreign to civilization. Ragged-lip maws dripping with alien teeth, crowning in teething agony like the birth of an infant god. Gore-streaked visages howling in pagan delight by the pale light of the moon, etc. No work ethic. He who makes a beast of himself takes away the pain of clocking in tomorrow