Harper Kingsley blog

July 14, 2022 0 comments

I have to pee so bad! OMG

Lotta shit happening in the world today. And I mean that in the most literal of metaphorical ways.

As-in, “These people are literally taking a metaphorical shit on all our heads and telling us its raining because they want to get into heaven someday and someone told them it could only happen if they each make 144,000 people miserable.”

Like “My mission in life, as assigned by my lord and high savior, is to go out into the world and spread the message of some crazy guy that wants to marry and impregnate 12-year olds, so we have to make it legal otherwise he’s going to be so unhappy about people yelling at him about all the 9-year olds he had sex with. You know, for Jesus.”

Ugh. I really have to use the bathroom!

The bathroom and all its water sources are currently off-limits as he’s working on the pipes, but all I can think is that I really want to use the toilet. Like, my brain has shifted from “I think I might have to go” to “This is becoming a serious issue and I wonder if we have any coffee cans or plastic bags.” Ugh.

There’s people out there bitching that mental illness isn’t a real thing because “how can someone suffering lingering and undiagnosed pain become so depressed as to not do anything? That’s a personal choice” and here I am squirming because I need to use the toilet and it’s LITERALLY the only thing I can think about.

I can’t get up and do anything, because I desperately need to use the toilet. It is becoming the main focus of my ENTIRE BEING, and until it happens, I’m not going to be able to do or think of anything else.

Yet some dude is right now wondering how chronic pain can fuck up someone’s entire mood and life.

My dudes: You refuse to wear a mask during an outbreak of a deadly and debilitating disease because “It makes my face itch. I just can’t do it” yet we’re supposed to nod and agree when you say shit like “Mental illness isn’t real” and “Depression is a personal choice”?

GTFO. You’re made out of nonsense.

Anyways, they’re also trying to call a 10-year old a “woman” and they’re bending over backwards to do so.

And it’s like, rather than wondering why grown adults are trying to claim a 10-year old can safely carry and birth an infant likely 1/3 the size of their own body… The focus should ALSO be on why they’re so insistent on using the term “woman” for a child.

“You’re watering down the term ‘woman’ so as to make women lesser people” is a psy-op argument.

Whether the psy-op is transphobes trying to erase trans women* or anti-abortion people trying to place the blame of the pregnancy on a child because “That woman should have kept their legs close”… it doesn’t matter. Because the outcome is the same:

Rapists and rape apologists are victimizing children. And people are defending them by making the claim that only women can become pregnant.

The optics of someone saying “I want to have sex with that 9-year old child” looks bad compared to “That woman shouldn’t be allowed to have an abortion… think of the life of the child!”

Policing language to the point that people can’t use “pregnant people” because “only women can become pregnant” is a way to victimize children.

Because if “only women can become pregnant,” then people begin disregarding sex crimes against children.

“Why didn’t that woman keep her legs closed?” becomes the words of a total asshole when you consider that the “woman” in question is a CHILD.

And that transphobes and misogynists are shaking hands and Liking and Retweeting each other and sharing each others’ messages?

Not a surprise to anyone that lives in reality.

I mean, I just saw a story about a pregnant trans man going to the hospital with stomach pains and telling the doctor “I’m pregnant and it feels like there’s something wrong” and THEY DID NOTHING. Why? Because “We thought he was just an obese man suffering from heart problems because he was so super fat” was an acceptable excuse they could use for medical negligence that resulted in the miscarriage of a wanted pregnancy.

head explosion

My friends: Doctors and nurses PURPOSEFULLY ignored a man’s medical issues because

A) trans men don’t exist, which means he wasn’t really pregnant.
B) overweight people don’t deserve medical care.
C) the doctors and nurses are terrible people.

Exclusionary thinking results in deaths and disabilities ALL THE TIME.

Trying to tell me that “Ignore this problem because it doesn’t apply to YOU” while purposefully policing language and medical terminology doesn’t make you the anti-abortion transphobe king.

It makes you an agent of evil and you should seek psychiatric help rather than spreading your message of destruction far and wide.

“Pregnant people” = women, trans men, intersex people, and children.

Making pregnancy solely a “women’s issue” shifts the onus of the consequences of rape from the perpetrator to the victim.

Stop it.

Pax,
~HarperWCK

I specifically mention trans women because they’re the ones receiving the bulk of the hate. Like, the argument that intersex people “don’t exist” and trans men being regularly ignored in most conversations is just another “interesting” facet of modern transphobia.

July 14, 2022 0 comments

SHORT FIC: Shiny Town, by Harper Kingsley #HarperWCK

I wrote this on Twitter a tweet at a time.

Here’s my point of reference:

and here’s the tweet thread: https://twitter.com/HarperKingsley0/status/1547633608357134336.

SHINY TOWN

The Mayor of Shiny Town stood in his pressed trousers with the red suspenders, heavily embroidered vest, and blazer to survey the townsfolk going about their day. Each person was made distinctive by the clothes they wore.

The clothes they couldn’t remove.

Ever since that weird kid with the staff had passed through, nothing had been the same.

The kid had said their town was called "Shiny Town," and Shiny Town it had become.

They hadn’t had any rain in close to two years now, yet everything remained green, though oddly plastic.

Food had an odd taste to it now, even the things that came from cans.

The Mayor wondered if it was the food whose taste had changed, or if it was that his own taste buds had been changed with the odd metamorphosis he’d been forced through.

They’d all been transformed by that weird kid, from the oldest elder to the smallest of infants. The Mayor tried not to think of Little Sweetheart, as the kid had renamed her, the baby that hadn’t grown a single millimeter since The Change.

There was quiet speculation that Little Sweetheart was never going to grow up. She’d stay a 7 month old baby until she died of old age. Never gaining enough awareness to realize the hell they’d been trapped in.

Sometimes the Mayor envied Little Sweetheart her ignorance. Most times he wallowed in the unrelenting pity of the situation.

There was a lot of self-pity on his part, and while most times the fixed cheery smile that remained on his face was close to what he felt, there were darker times when he wished that he could frown. That the huge glossy orbs his eyes had become could cry.

But he wasn’t allowed the freedom of tears. No one was.

The kid had wanted cheery people, and that’s what they became. The cursed inhabitants of the now-named Shiny Town.

Sometimes the Mayor tried to think of his old name. His old life. His old self.

But it wouldn’t come. Had actually faded more in the last two years, until the things he’d yearned for on first becoming different were no more than memory shadows.

He’d see his name written down, and his eyes would blur over the letters, his mind unable to hold onto them.

He was the Mayor of Shiny Town. It was the sole identity he was allowed, the curse tightening around his mind whenever he tried to remember who he really was. Had been.

Likely never would be again.

Sometimes he looked in the mirror at his own cartoonishly huge eyes and the whiskers that refused to be shaved, and he hated that nameless child that had so-carelessly waved around such powerful magics and changed everything about him and the rest of the town.

He would try to find glimpses of who he used to be, and they seemed lesser everyday.

He was fading away from himself. Dying while still walking around with a body and a voice. Forced to follow the scripted phrases the kid had BURNED into him.

"Welcome to Shiny Town. I’m the Mayor and I’m here to help you."

"Please follow me and I’ll introduce you to the most important people in our town. We’re so glad you’ve finally come, Great Hero. We’ve been waiting for you to come save us."

"The monster has been attacking us for many a night. Good thing you’re here to take care of it."

And the Mayor tried not to think about "the monster," or what the kid had done to it… him? her? Whoever that poor thing had been before the Change.

A part of him was glad not to remember who the monster had once been. Though the searing ache in his heart made him fear the monster had been someone he’d loved.

Someone he could no longer remember, as he was forgetting himself.

He’d touch the clothes in his closet… the dresses, the pretty shoes… and it hurt to know he’d once been different. Happy.

Until that kid had come to town.

/END?

July 13, 2022 0 comments

Twitter Roundup: a mix of stuff

Honestly, I’m terrified of getting the shingles.

And so, of course, they’ve started showing commercials about the shingles on TV. Like, super graphic imagery of someone possibly dying from the shingles.

Why, man? Why do me like that?

I’m going to get the shot. I’m desperately terrified of sickness and disease and things that involve the skin opening up in painful and unnatural ways.

I feel like a masochist, paying for cable TV so I can be tortured with PTSD-causing imagery of real people suffering.

Blue pilled? Red pilled? Fukk that noise. Don’t get Peggy Hilled!

I’m sorry, but I’d forgotten she’d stealth-fed Hank testosterone that one time until I saw the previous gif. Then I saw her with pill bottle and her smirk as she dropped it in his coffee, and the memory of that episode flooded back into my brain hole.

Like, he gets hurt or he gets diagnosed with low testosterone, but he doesn’t want to use the pills. So she respects his decisions and… Naw.

She straight-up starts feeding him testosterone without his knowledge.

He experiences all kinds of side-effects, including aggression, and he has no idea that it’s because she was drugging him without his knowledge.

July 6, 2022 0 comments

The Lodge movie (spoilers) CW: suicide scene

I watched "The Lodge" on Hulu and I have big feelings about it.

I’m not a hundred percent sure what those feelings are. But I have them.

If you haven’t seen the movie, it’s about a man having his son and daughter stay with his wife-to-be alone at his cabin over the winter holiday. He drives them there, then leaves to get back to work, promising to show up for Christmas day.

Only the children are resentful of the stepmom-to-be because they blame her for being the cause of their mother’s suicide. If the dad hadn’t told their mom he wanted a divorce, she wouldn’t have killed herself. And the stepmom-to-be, Grace, is "crazy," as she’s the only survivor of the suicide cult their father was investigating when he met her.

So it’s an all around uncomfortable situation for Grace. She’s in an unfamiliar place with two standoffish children she barely knows and who blame her for ruining their parents’ marriage and causing their mother’s suicide. And there’s no way to leave because the dad drove them there and left with the car.

And then the weirdness starts happening.

That’s the starting premise of the movie.

A woman trapped in the middle of nowhere with two kids and her little dog Grady.

It’s well filmed. Brilliantly acted. Moody and full of a growing dread.

If you want to watch the movie, it’s currently streaming on Hulu.

Amazon ADLINK: https://www.amazon.com/dp/B0875KMRN8/?tag=harperkingsley-20

And if you’ve seen it… I have points of discussion like whoa.

Skip the rest of this if you don’t want to be spoiled!!!

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Like, WTF????

My first reaction on twitter was "The Lodge movie: Well, you got what you wanted, you little bastards. smh."

I feel so bad for Grace. She was the biggest victim in the movie.

She survived a horrible uber-religious childhood that culminated in a mass suicide.
She pulled herself together out of nothing. From a likely segregated community to having her own place and living amongst regular society.
She bought herself a dog because she’d had nothing. She went from a hopeless state of mind to having enough hope to get herself a dog because she still had love inside of her that she was willing to share.
She was very vulnerable and the married person using her as research material for his book started a romantic relationship with her. Like… She was not ready for a serious relationship. He knew he was married when he seduced her. She was research material for his book. Even if the love on his part was real, it’s still a very questionable situation.
She feels guilty that Richard’s wife Laura committed suicide after being told he wanted a divorce so he could remarry.
The lodge was FULL of Catholic iconography that triggered her PTSD. Like, Richard takes her and the kids there, doesn’t clear away any of the religious stuff first, and then leaves her there in that creepy place with two hostile kids.
Those kids messed with her meds. Drugging her then putting her through withdrawal that resulted in her psychotic episode.
They gaslit her into thinking they’d killed them all with that gas heater. Then the kid fakes killing himself but not dying to "prove" that they were all trapped in purgatory.
THEY KILLED HER DOG! It might have been on accident, but it was an accident that was a result of their cruelty and maliciousness.

The open end of the movie leaves me wondering what happened afterward.

Did she kill them and herself? Did she kill them and later get found alive in the cabin? Did she kill herself in front of the kids? Like, were they able to talk her around into not shooting them, maybe by pretending to kill themselves a different way? Or maybe because the gun was on the table rather than in her hand they were able to get it away from her and they killed her, got their dad’s cellphone, and were rescued from the cabin?

Whatever happened, the aftermath of the murder-suicide at the lodge…

Wow.

Like, they researched stuff on their dad’s computer and likely used his software and printer to make that fake newspaper article. Even if they lied and said she just went crazy and killed their dad and tried to kill them… there’s evidence that they were terrible kids.

Or if she killed them and herself, would the news share the lurid details of her cult past and paint her as a deranged person while ignoring the fake article and other evidence that the kids were fucking with her? Like, they’d just say she was crazy and turn her into this unsympathetic monster that was given a second chance at life that she ruined with gun violence "for no reason"?

If she survived alone, how sad would that be? To spend the rest of her life in a prison cell or a mental hospital, always questioning her own mind?

Those kids–smh.

They got what they wanted:

They got her to believe their lies. And she never became their stepmother.

Talk about a monkeypaw wish.