Away From The Things Of Man

I just wanna find a Daddy who'll sing me Wilco. And maybe Bjork. And Carole King. If I can find a Daddy who sings Robbie Williams, I'll buy some furniture and give the cat a name... (That's a Breakfast At Tiffany's line. No -- I never do stop referencing movies and songs and books and tv shows.)

Everyone on earth: Me:  ... Everyone: Me: I will never not get wet when Triple H.'s music hits at 'Mania.  Everyone: Why are you like this

This was shared on r/asexual, and I lost track of whose work it is. We see it, we see the asexual pride colors together, we feel heartened and less alone. Allos (that is, non-asexual, i.e. sexual a.k.a. Normies) see it and have no kinship to it, so it's nothing special.  "Because of the color of the wheat," said The Fox.  (There is so much galumping and noises from the apartment above me that I envision it must be caused by a kangaroo wearing iron shoes - it is distracting and not a bit infuriating.) Hmmm... I feel like critical theory has something to say about this and it involves the term "signaling" . Not virtue-signaling, but something vaguely akin. I'm off to see what the hell I'm trying to think of...

Many a year ago, I had a blog. It wasn't much, but it was mine, and I loved it. Then I deleted it. Now I miss it. So, back as though from the dead, I'm deciding to kick it off again. I am very out of practice, so here's a test pattern to send into the void/ether. Um... I'll throw in a recent selfie and see how it posts, then work from there.