Josey Pickering
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Autistic, non-binary, queer horror nerd with a lot to say.
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We need to talk about Taylor Swift
It is becoming downright exhausting to not be a Taylor Swift fan today. Generally, when you don’t like some thing or is not in your interest you just avoid it. It’s incredibly hard to avoid Taylor Swift and her obsessive fan base. Turn on the TV and you will be met with television commercials, even Saturday Night Live can’t go an episode without mentioning her. Who she dates becomes headline news, even though there are wars going on. No, I’m not saying you can only care about one thing, but why do we have a have to make someone’s love life national news? America especially is obsessed with celebrity culture but I don’t think in my entire life I’ve seen this level of celebrity obsession. The only other person I can think of that remotely touches the fixations is the late Princess Diana, and those two are on completely levels of humanity.
By Josey Pickering2 years ago in Beat
The Fall of the House of Usher
Edgar Allan Poe has captivated audiences for centuries, his words and imagery still making souls clutch at their collarbones to this day. Bringing an artists work from the the 1800s to life in a modern time isn’t easy, but Mike Flanagan takes the tales of Poe and twists and intertwines them for a whole new generation of horror fans. It’s something deeper, something darker, like an expansion of Poe’s mind bred with modern muses. Though the title suggests the series is only based on one story (famously adapted by Vincent Price as a horror film) it’s actually an algamation of several of Poe’s story, told as previously stated, from a more modern perspective. Each episodes aligns with Poe’s works, and the deaths in the show are all based on actual deaths from Poe’s works.
By Josey Pickering2 years ago in Horror
Salton Sea
I watched my Pops milk his whiskey and wondered where his thoughts were. His rough fingertips gripping the bulbous glass were a sign he was still woodworking, he had to keep his hands busy or his mind would get to him. That’s what he told me anyway. I stared at the tulip shaped glass that held that he’d swig that pungent woodsy sting like a forbidden caramel. Those same old tulip glasses he’d let me drink milk out of on special nights or even just an evening movie at home when we felt fancy. He’d had one of those heavy wood box tv’s for most of my life and if there was a movie theater in my mind, that’s what every film played on.
By Josey Pickering2 years ago in Fiction
The Debilitating Truth about Autistic Burnout
Burnout is defined as exhaustion of physical or emotional strength or motivation usually as a result of prolonged stress or frustration. Burnout is part of the average human experience but is fairly common in neurodivergent people. However, for autistic people, it can be extreme, intense and even dangerous.
By Josey Pickering2 years ago in Psyche
Autoinebriation
Autoinebriation - drunkenness caused by ones own euphoria She didn’t need to be intoxicated by the praise of others anymore, not did she need to turn to any substance to fill voids left like black holes in her soul. She was flying to the stars now and her own pride swelled within her like a hot air balloon taking flight alongside her. She felt a dizzying delirium for a moment, like the first time she ever got high. This time, it was her, her own pride and her own overcoming that filled her with an almost goofy giddy stupor. She felt like the bubbles dancing in a champagne glass as she soared through the sky and pierced the atmosphere.
By Josey Pickering2 years ago in Fiction
Non-Verbal
Their friendship wasn't founded on many words, but a plethora of feelings. They could say so much without speaking, words didn't need to describe the emotions and experiences for either friend. It was difficult for either of them to describe what they felt anyway. The masks they wore came off, layer by layer when they were together. The TV remote would hit restart on a favorite film and neither would need to ask questions or sigh in frustration. There was a nod of acceptance and often a smile. Sometimes there didn’t even need to be a reaction, they just knew. They knew when it was a one movie, all day, sort of vibe - and went with it. Neither questioned the other, and just sat in an acceptance that the neurotypical world couldn't quite grasp.
By Josey Pickering2 years ago in Fiction
