Good Night

i am twenty-six years old and i got my kicks
by wasting my time playing as these shiny chicks
from this great cartoon series made for tiny pricks
though my and its politics do not intermix
i indulge myself a taste for my daily fix
steven universe has become part of the mix
can any of you understand their hidden tricks

now the hand is nearing the moment with tired ticks
i feel almost like i could go down to the styx
but today this is what my weary brain predicts
i will finally be able to sleep with nyx

The Night Time Is the Right Time?

waking up with the sun is never fun

i’ve tried at times to open my eyes
but my terrible mind always cries
why am i cursed to endure a life
where my body and i have a strife
i want to wake up and be productive
it wants to sleep in and be destructive
i fight it all through the day despite being dead
i want to sleep when normal people are in bed
But then i hear a punctual chime
the two are now working overtime

Why I Like and Respect Steven Universe

[Note: This is a script for this video]

Last Christmas, all five members of my family, could get together and celebrate it. It was a very long time ago since we all were under the same roof, and for the most part, the few days were sunshine and lollipops.

However, at some point, the three women in my family (my mother and two sisters) were out shopping, and my dad and I were home watching TV — and doing it in, more or less, peaceful silence. We were watching Superman Unbound when the girls returned.

My dad rose to prepare dinner with the groceries they had bought. Since I didn’t need to do anything, I stayed put. I wanted to finish the movie.

However, my two sisters joined me, and I was just sitting there half-hoping that the inevitable wouldn’t happen. But of course, it did. They started to nag me.

Them: “Why is it ‘Supergirl’ and not ‘Superwoman’.” Me: “Superwoman is another character, please don’t talk I’m trying to watch this.” Them: “Why isn’t Supergirl buff like Superman?” Me: “Their powers don’t come from their muscles but the fact that a yellow sun gives Kryptonians superpowers. Shut up; I’m trying to watch this.” Them: “Why can’t a female superhero be muscular too.” Me: “Well, some are, but the real reason is that it doesn’t sell comic books (and movies) and if you’re so worried about it, make your own goddamn comic book and stop complaining about other peoples creation. Now, SHUT THE FUCK UP, I’m trying to watch this!

There’s something inherently disgusting with wanting to change people’s art. Of course, I’m not saying that you can’t criticize other peoples creation. But there’s a difference between that and complaining about a movie somebody is trying to watch. Also, the complaints of my sisters were reminiscent of a very specific cun…uh…critic.

This is why I respect Rebecca Sugar. Instead of complaining about breasts being too big or superheroes being too white, she made her own thing. Of course, she might be the type that goes in for gender studies and complains about too little women in STEM in other parts of her life. But with Steven Universe, she was the change she wanted to see in the world.

And even though, Steven Universe showcases progressive values, it’s not obnoxious about it. Miss Sugar and her associates are merely presenting a world that is, in their view, more ideal. And there’s a lot of things in the show that I wish could be the case, but to my knowledge, isn’t. For instance, I would love if only talking could always solve the problem, and a dangerous enemy could as easily become part of the good guys as Peridot did. I think the show is an excellent escape, and in that sense, it fulfills one of the essential jobs of entertainment.

So to end on, I like and respect Steven Universe despite it being the wettest dream of social justice warriors. Because it’s quite an engaging show, and they didn’t complain it into existence, they made it.

The Hellish Experience of Traveling by Plane – A Quick Thought

[Note: This is a script for this video]

If hell is other people then being at the airport on a busy day is the fifth circle of hell. When I have to fly, I usually dread my future journey for a week, as I would have dreaded an appointment for some light torturing.

First, you go through security, and usually, you can’t avoid a slow-moving line inhabited by mostly inept people — ineptness is the reason the line is slow-moving.

Then, you have to wait to board the plane. A period I always spend in the most isolated place of the airport. This is an okay experience because the source of most of my misery is gone. Of course, braving the rapids of humans to and from blissful isolation isn’t fun.

When the boarding time comes, it’s normally painful. Since you’re waiting in another slow-moving line, sometimes in a jet bridge that is boiling hot. Who thought it was a good idea to make them human greenhouses? Get rid of the fucking glass walls … pretty please.

When you have shuffled your way to your seat, you can look forward to an uncomfortable chair, roaring engines, and babies crying. You end up wishing that you would fall out of the sky. At least then the suffering would be over.

But thankfully, at some point, the plane lands and you know the misery will end soon — if, of course, you took a direct flight to your destination.

In the end, I’m glad that I can reach a distant destination in under a day. But I wish the process could be a bit more comfortable. Maybe someday.

Why Men Become Great (And Why I Might Not Join Them)

As I write this, it’s 4 am in the morning, and The Social Network is paused and put to the side for now. I paused it because it stirred an idea in me. Why do men achieve great things? Things like making Facebook.

The reason why they do it is that they want to get the girl, or that is what this particular Hollywood movie seems to suggest. And maybe it’s right; I don’t know.

Attracting a female is a tricky job for a male, but having an abundance of resources (current and future) is a sure way to get the attention of a woman — several women in fact. And maybe this is why we don’t see as many women change the world: They don’t have to.

But is this the only reason that men have become great through the ages? I’m not talking about what they believed was the reason they did what they did. I’m talking why they did it subconsciously. Was it all because Biology commanded it of them? “You see, if you become king of this land, the incredibly gorgeous woman over there will sleep with you. So do it, do it, fucking do it!”

The reason for the question is that I think I want to become one of these men but if I don’t have the secret — wishing to attract the fairer sex — then maybe my aim is doomed to falter.

But then again, even gay men seem to be kinder to those pretty girls than to those ugly guys*. So maybe our biological programming is too strong a force, and I should just close my eyes and let it lead on. “Do it, do it, fucking do it!”

*: Or at least, I think I’ve heard something like, but I’m not going to fact check my spontaneous late night ramble.