Dear diary (long version)

I am tired and my hands feel weak. I think it's long covid fatigue rearing its head, but I'm not sure. To catch you up on the last year I've spent on Tumblr--well, first of all, I had some kind of autistic burnout/depressive spiral and mostly stayed off social media for about uhhhhh six years. I think I returned to journaling long enough to yell about The Magicians and then vanished once more into the night. I had surprise spinal surgery in 2018, and I got covid 3-4 times despite my best efforts to isolate. Come to think of it, I mostly stayed off the social media for the entirety of the Trump administration, which: fair, valid, reasonable.

I came back and fled to Tumblr when Elon Musk took over Twitter--the last place I had really been saying anything at all--because I was afraid everything would crumble into the sea and I'd lose touch with everyone. For whatever reason, that got me to start writing again, although at one point I was writing on my phone from a throne of ice packs, because I fell down a flight of outdoor stairs in February and landed on my face, onto concrete and a pile of spiky sweetgum balls. I managed to not break anything except my glasses, but I still have a scar at the corner of my mouth.

So I've been posting on Tumblr, and after we had another Oh Fuck Tumblr Is Doomed scare last week, it occurred to me that Dreamwidth is actually (better?) suited to extravagantly long writing. I also set up a Patreon at the beginning of October, so that's fun. Mostly it's advance looks at things I'll post on Tumblr (and here), but I'm mulling over some Patreon-only pieces I could write, and some audio things I could do.

In the middle of trying to, you know, live, I am dealing with chronic fatigue and chronic pain and some brand-new perimenopause, which is JUST GREAT, and they all suck, but I also write about those topics, much the way I've always written about depression and being bipolar and whatnot. (Tumblr users my age discovering that perimenopause is why their eardrums are itching was A Day, certainly.)

Anyway, to expand on what I mentioned about posts I'd written this year, here's a sampler (these may get mirrored/archived over here; I'm not sure about the image-heavier ones): 

- I picked up with the Varney the Vampire recaps, wrote a preface, and rewrote the first recap rather significantly

- Donna Summer and Disco Demolition Night

- The song that became my physical therapy

- The reason you can dance to "Eat Your Young"

- An array of Janelle Monáe songs

- Coco Mademoiselle smells like a werewolf debutante

- Zoologist's Tyrannosaurus Rex sure is a thing that happened

- The cotton candy noir of Pink Sugar

- I Grew Up in a Haunted House and I Didn’t Notice

- My Sister Noticed

- The Scariest Movie I Ever Saw in a Theater: The Ring

Due to November Malaise--I gotta post something soon, but I'm not sure what it'll be.