Cyrus Draegur

Poly-Panro-Ace It/They friendly neighborhood wholesome degenerate abomination from beyond the stars (mostly harmless™). Atomic energy enthusiast. Architecture enjoyer. Mecha appreciator. Sci-Fi reader. Winged caniform bipedal warforged magitech cyber-lich in its dreams.

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  • Cyrus Draegur@lemmy.ziptoComic Strips@lemmy.worldObjects
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    5 days ago

    … Is it a me-problem that I don’t feel as though superman’s design is that terribly sexualized or objectified at all in the first place???

    Maybe it could be because I’m asexual, but, the thing about that is: I’ve never had trouble telling when something was manufactured for titillation in the past. Because, I have found, it always seems as though titillation is not so much about what it includes, but about what it lacks.

    Y’know how pornography has either no story, or its story is of a most rudimentarily threadbare quality?

    How the props are cheap if there are any aside from sex toys…

    Usually it’s because of the presumption that nobody’s going to be paying attention to all the other background stuff, they’re here to ogle the sex.

    …which is to say, again, Defined By What It Lacks: Distraction From The Sex.










  • Do you promise, Canada? Really promise? If you do… You can stay. You don’t have to go. Let all of our regions be vassals until each respective one individually proves itself worthy of becoming a province. The province of New England would welcome you as liberators and celebrate your arrival as the new independence day…







  • Ever since COVID took my dad from us in 2023, this is the way all my “nightmares” end up going: No matter what horrific vision unfolds before me, “it is what it is.” “This is my life now; better get used to it.” “Oh well.” “So it goes.”

    Dream about being dismembered?
    “Guess I’ll just deal with it.”

    Dream about the world ending?
    “Sure, why not.”

    Dream about everyone else I love burning alive?
    “I see. That figures.”

    Dream about being trapped in a dark twisting maze that changes every time I turn around, with no exit in sight?
    “Uh huh. Alright then.”

    Dream about experiencing explosive decompression when the hull of an orbital habitat I’m living in ruptures?
    “Ok. Whatever.”

    Dream about my car falling through a hole in a collapsing bridge, landing in the water, sinking to the bottom of the river upside down, the cab gradually flooding with me trapped inside, feeling the freezing, dark, murky water creeping up, immersing my scalp, my forehead, my eyes, my nose, my mouth…
    “Yeah. Of course.”

    Dream about being torn apart and eaten alive by monsters?
    “… Finally.”

    It’s funny how things that may happen soon can still fill me with dread when the thought of them actually proceeding leaves me empty and resigned ._.