panthere-bleu:

simonalkenmayer:

I use my Instagram account “Simoniscoolandlikescoffee” to post images of food. Food I’ve bought at restaurants and food that I’ve cooked myself. I find that to be the most expedient way to do so. I also occasionally post images of bees and memes I find amusing. I’d like to begin using it more but have no idea what I’d do with it.

My twitter account is almost exclusively publishing, business and political in nature. Largely because it’s my understanding that Twitter is considered to be more professional in tone. @SAnthropophage for that.

You can find my website and subscribe to it via email. If you do this, any entry I post will be sent to your email, for you to read whenever you wish, without having to visit my site. I post all manner of things on there from recipes to historical discussions, and while I do share the entries on this site as well, they can get lost on Tumblr, while they cannot be lost on the website. It will also contain extra information you cannot find here, as it is the original home of the experiment in its first form.

I have both a personal Facebook and a fan page for my books.

I have a Pinterest also and use it to find antiques, images of things to do with the Spawn, food and so forth.

I have a Youtube but all it is used for is the posting of the yearly flaming cheeseball and my music playlist for all to share, if they wish.

I’m sure I have a few others, though cannot recall what they are. What social media do you think I should use?

I’m not sure what else I should have.

What about LinkedIn?

Nobody uses LinkedIn. least of all monsters.

A loved one is someone whose vantage on the world is indispensable to you. Someone you feel compelled to protect. Someone you cannot help but want to witness and assist as they grow and change and evolve as an individual. Someone whose goals or aspirations match your own in intensity and meaning.  Someone you cannot hurt or lie to without hurting or deceiving yourself. Someone in whom you put your trust. Someone you will never tire of experiencing.

Someone who feels the same about you. Love is reflexive–all types of love, romantic or not. I mean that, not in the medical sense, but the linguistic. It is something that does not exist without two people experiencing it simultaneously and saying so. You do not actually love a person, unless you’ve told them that you love it. You can protect them, you can admire them, you can delight at their existence, but you cannot ever truly experience the other without being allowed in, and the only way in is the admission. Love cannot happen unless both parties participate. 

People talk about the selfishness of love (By people, I mean idiots and disgusting pseudophilosophical dollards like Ayn Rand). Many say love is illusory and is a word that merely signifies the desire to have better or more resources, dwindling the emotions of love down to physicality or biological necessity. I disagree with this. Perhaps it is true that there are biological or evolutionary reasons to have a loved one, but too many times, I have seen evidence that it is purely psychological. It is purely the higher mind finding stimulation, conceiving of something more profound than its own needs. Real love is pure, in that it is of the higher mind, though aspects of that love may bleed into or encompass more physical feelings like lust.

I do not think love is biological. It’s too unnecessary to be natural. It’s merely an emergent property of sentience, perhaps even the first emergent property.

It simply happens, once complexity of a specific magnitude is achieved in a creature. It obeys no rules. It can even lead to the death of the carrier. It is not a replicating phenomenon in the scientific sense and so, it isn’t of evolution.

You asked for poetry. I gave you science, but to me they are often one and the same.

Our anatomies are not compatible in the traditionally sexual sense. Humans find this sort of thing either erotic or embarrassing. To me it’s neither. I enjoy his mind. He enjoys mine. I think he’s delicious, which complicates things. He is attracted to me whether or not I like that notion. So, I suppose to answer the question in a succinct way, there is petting, titivating, kissing, and fluids. For him, it’s physically satisfying in the sexual way, for me in a purely gastronomical one, with the added enjoyment of having made him happy.

And yes, I do protect him from my teeth.

simonalkenmayer:

We are not the sand. We are not the salt. We aren’t the combination of elements. There’s no stasis to this. Each time the water touches the land and moves away, it changes. always moving but never once the same composition.

We are the wave form. We are moving through and over this.

Clinging to a love, avoiding that which we fear, denying commonality or calling up differences ignores our true substance. You are never what you have been, so much as what you will be. 

People often ask me for favorites, for points of constancy over time, and I find it very difficult to explain that those cannot exist. You cannot ever stand still. The longer you live, the more you’ll see the truth of this. We launch ourselves forward, always. We throw ourselves into the next experience, the next food, the next sound, the next idea, the next way of being. If we don’t, we sink. When someone asks you who you are, you cannot describe what you like, what you’ve done. Those things are meaningless. Describe where you’re going. Describe those things that propel you to it.

You are what moves you and where you will go. Inner calm, longevity, the joy of accomplishment all depend on this. You are the thing still forming, the being who is living. You are moving. You are a wave form, not the sea, not the sand, not the salt. 

Don’t ask me about the shores I’ve been to. Don’t ask me about the ships I’ve carried. Don’t wonder what mysteries I’ve entertained.

Ask me about the tide.

Without a single word spoken? Hmm…I think it must have been around the beginning of my memory. I think perhaps…Zounds it feels like wading through quicksand to dredge up all that. I think 1400′s. About a decade, if my math is right, but back then time wasn’t very important to me and I’m guessing based on events that happened around me, bookending the time period.

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My friend…

I don’t know if you realize this about me, but literally my entire existence has been alone, much of it spent mute. I have “had a significant other” for 7 years of my long life. That is roughly… Hmm…without spoilers, let’s say 1%. 

I don’t even know what it means to not be alone. For me, all of you and all of this is new and wonderful and unique. 

If you’re asking me how many continuous years I’ve spent without any human contact, the answer is none. Why? Because firstly, if I don’t eat a human, my body takes over and forces me to find one to eat, and if that isn’t possible, I lose all ability to determine time and so have no idea how long I’ve been that way. By my reckoning I did this for at most a few months at a time during the late 1700′s

Many times. I’ve also made many that haven’t. Many I regretted. Many that were proven premature.

Wishes are merely an extension of your will. They go nowhere if you do not push them toward fruition. And often your will is not pure. Pure will is a tedious thing with much introspection. One must always wonder why a thing is desired, as much as they desire it.

People say “be careful what you wish for.” I think more people should be careful that they wish and leave it at a wish alone.

A wish is a promise. So promise instead and let the chips fall where they will.

icewillow:

simonalkenmayer:

If you have it in you, read a post on my website called “Cream cheese potatoes, a eulogy”. I think that will give you the idea of how I feel about it.

I don’t process it so much as despise it. I view myself in many ways as a keeper of ghosts. It is the only way one can ever actually be haunted.

Thank you Simon. It must be awfully hard to share so much of yourself with us.

Not at all. It’s the easiest thing in the world. Or at least, it is the only thing I see fit to call valuable at the moment.