Creature’s Cookbook 2 and Simon’s Snacks

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Creature’s Cookbook 2 and Simon’s Snacks

My second book and the collection of short stories are now available for pre-order, with a release date of July 2.

You can pre-order a copy in any format you wish. I believe that the Snacks are being released individually in ebook formats, and then released together in print format in a single volume. The relevant links are as follows:

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How do you feel about immortal or nigh-immortal creatures in relationships with humans? You’ve got personal experience, with chef at least, so I wanted your view. Twlight and things like it are gross because centuries old vampire and a highschooler- but there’s still a huge age gap even if they’re 50 or even 90 (what we do in the shadows had a joke about this). Adults can do as they like, but it still feels weird. People, even monsters, crave intimacy, though- romantic and/or platonic, right?

Firstly… I acknowledge no other monster than my own species. No such thing. Deal with that.

Because I acknowledge no other species, I can only tell you what I think about my own experiences, both of having a relationship with a human and watching humans slowly sexualize my race for their own purposes.

I dislike the human quality that attempts to absorb or make less frightful, a thing, by fucking it. Really. It’s absurd. Reproduction is perhaps the strongest motivator, I understand, but somehow that conflicts with your higher brain functions in an altogether astoundingly hideous way to the objective onlooker.

I am all for your species coming to understand us better. I am entirely happy with you perhaps growing to appreciate, be fond, have affection for us, but if you please…on our terms. Don’t make sparkling, passionate previously human models of us. We never were human. We aren’t like you. We don’t think the same way. Our concepts of ethics and morality differ vastly and our capacity to act on those far exceed yours. What little similarity you see between yourself and me, as I sit on these websites and offer up my thoughts, is merely a figment of translation. I can only make myself understood by discussing myself in your terms, because I am speaking your languages and comparing to your experiences, which, as I have said, are nothing like mine. Which means that any impression you gain of me is unfairly tilted in the direction of painting me humanlike.

I have a difficult time making you understand certain things, and invariably, you transform them into human things. When I tell you I am in a mood, in a state, in a funk, feeling dispassionate or so forth…you all inevitably come to me and ask what you can do about it. You try to “make it better”. You equate it with depression, or malaise, or ennui, when in fact it is none of those. There is nothing “wrong” with me. That’s just what I am. I work very diligently to keep myself in a “human form” or keep my thoughts in the human sphere. I try daily to restrain myself into a semblance befitting interaction with you. Every now and again, I can no longer manage it. I have to return to my natural state, which is very different from yours. I don’t know how else to qualify this except to say that I appreciate your desire to help me, but help isn’t necessary. 

Do not hug the snarling animal. Do not feed the wild things. It isn’t wise. And I know everything in your culture attempts to absorb animals and things of this earth by humanizing them–then either turning them into games, costumes, romantic partners, plot devices, etcetera–but please don’t.

And as for my relationship with Chef…it is complex and nothing like a human romance. We tried that. It lasted less than a year because I cannot maintain that facade for any length of time. He is the person I protect most sincerely, after whom I worry, the one whose well-being is critical to my thoughts, but he has his own space. I have mine. He lives his life and I participate, but he no longer attempts to insert himself into my affairs unless he is trying to explain something to me. He has learned that he isn’t allowed to make me into something like him.

What we have is emotional, yes. For him it is somewhat romantic, but that is modified. He uses me as a control mechanism over the parts of his mind that he feels are uncontrollable. He is in therapy for this and as he grows, he requires less of that from me. He finds other humans he enjoys and he spends time with them. I am pleased with this, because it means that he is growing. Out of me? Perhaps so. Do I mind this? No. 

You say immortals want companionship, but do you even understand what that means or what you are saying?

You are seeing from human eyes yet again. Not perceiving us as we are. We are, even those of us who do not speak, solitary by nature. We like to sit in high places and look out. We are always listening. That is our chief enjoyment and sense of ourselves. Yes, we like the odd interaction, it’s true, but for us that is a “ping” and not a necessity. It’s data collection. It’s a momentary interaction with the system we are observing. 

Those of us who can speak, we have developed the capacity to understand you as more than that. We see that you are complex and unique and we want to understand it, because my species is curious by nature. We want knowledge of you, not to be your chums. It isn’t emotionally possible for us to be chums with so many. 

You say to me, “But Simon…you’re so friendly! you talk so well in conversation! You spend so much time being available and dispensing advice! You’re so open.”

And I say in reply that that is an illusion aided by the distance of modern communication, the ease of technology, the go-between which is the internet. I can be open with you here, because it is words on a page that I post when I care to. Thoughts and nothing more. I interact with you, yes. Some of you come to me privately and develop friendships with me, yes. But I have and always will warn you not to become to dependent on your version of the monster. You need to see that in many ways, you are grafting me into your consciousness, not allowing me to exist as I am.

I do enjoy you. I am your friend. I am kind so long as I maintain discipline. I can translate myself into a version that will make sense to you, tough all of you will find your own version of that sense. 

This is a human world now. Whatever we were in the past, we aren’t anymore. Our existence is being threatened, and most strongly by your denial of us by that slow transformative effort to turn everything different into a version of yourself.

I wonder, do you have any theories of how the belief that crosses and holy water repeal things?

To be honest, it has more to do with ancient mythology about pagan wardings, amulets, and such, than it does with Christianity. The faith actually warns against such things and calls superstition the action of the Devil, but for some reason, in it’s early days, Catholicism could not combat that pervasive idea, and so it absorbed it. It retained it even as it claimed such things weren’t godly. And no wonder why…the first meaningful conversion to the faith, and the reason that the Church ever became a dominant force, was the conversion of Emperor Constantine. He did it for many political reasons as well as his own personal beliefs, but…the myth grew surrounding his defeat of an army while carrying a relic before his forces–supposedly a piece of the true crucifixional cross of Jesus. In truth, it was likely just a piece of moldering wood, but he did it. They won, and of course, their victory was attributed to the protective powers of the piece of wood. No mention made of those who still died, despite the “protections”. Holy water has it’s origins in the ritual of baptism, which is meant to cleanse all previous sin and worldliness from the soul and make one new in the eyes of god. It’s also seen as something of a bargain between the individual and God. The cleansing property of course became synonymous with repelling evil. And there you have it.

Pagan, superstitious people’s embracing new ideas in traditional ways.

Creature’s Cookbook 2 and Simon’s Snacks

Creature’s Cookbook 2 and Simon’s Snacks

My second book and the collection of short stories are now available for pre-order, with a release date of July 2.

You can pre-order a copy in any format you wish. I believe that the Snacks are being released individually in ebook formats, and then released together in print format in a single volume. The relevant links are as follows:

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A New Bee Friend

This solstice has brought me a very very large friend.

He is wonderful. Thank you to the sender. I’m very pleased. My large scale “Papoose Simon” can ride him like a horse…

Until the Spawn see him. And then he will be the favorite friend of the group.

Okay in answering that ask about wisdom teeth you said that medieval teeth were in “far superior condition than modern teeth” and didn’t really explain it further. I kind of wondered if it was a typo but if not, why was that the case? What are we doing to teeth nowadays that makes our teeth less healthy? I am very bewildered and curious.

Sugar and acids. I discuss it somewhat in my book, but since you seem so keen, please allow me to regale you with the history of…dentistry.

The three dangers to teeth are as follows: wear, rot, improper growth/injury.

Rot is the principle one in modern times and in many ways, this is because of diet. Firstly in times bygone, sugar was difficult to come by and therefore expensive, which meant most people didn’t eat it. If they sweetened things it was with fruits or honey…which as we know is highly antipathogenic. Fruits and veg were largely what was gathered and there was no high end farming to produce things year round, so one ate seasonally, and things high in acid were spread far thinner.

Believe it or not, humans have been caring for their teeth since as long as there have been people. In my own lifetime, men have all cared for their teeth by scrubbing them with linen dipped in pastes made from ashes mixed with things like clove, rosemary, witch hazel. Early toothpastes, these provided charcoal and numbing, as well as antiseptic properties. People even made and sold mouthwashes made from all manner of things…even refined urine. These also helped stave off infections. They would perform tooth masques, similar to the charcoal varieties done today to whiten (though to be honest, many of these had toxic elements). Briefly, during Elizabeth’s later reign, blackened teeth went vogue for a time, because she ate cane sugar sweets (owing to the newly formed transatlantic trade routes) and her teeth began to rot out of her head. Women would smear their teeth with pastes, wax mixed with ashes, even dye their teeth and the whole insides of their mouth, but again…that was only for a brief time. White, polished teeth were still the prevalent fashion.

Because of the lack in antibiotics, any serious wound or potential “infection” (though we didn’t know that word) was treated with severe caution. Teeth that demonstrated abscess, were pulled. If a tooth became damaged to the point of misery, out it came. Painful to the point of distraction? Out.

The only true danger to teeth and to health was wear. We ate grains ground only with stones and that grit was very hard on human teeth. It wore them smooth, but remember…plaque seeks out roughened dentine. The smoothness of the teeth actually staved off infection and rot also, until the tooth pulp was exposed, at which point the tooth came out. At that point, however, the teeth had worn through most of a man’s lifespan. Toothlessness was more of a problem than it is now, but only because we hadn’t quite figured out dentures. We tried. Washington famously had his wooden teeth, but other sets were made with human teeth.

No, humans have always cared for their teeth, and if you look at medieval skeletons pulled from the plague bits I dug, you’ll see that. Their teeth, even hundreds of years later are in excellent condition.