Prerogative

That's actually how you spell it, though.

A large amount of sibling incest is going to have power dynamics at play too. Not saying two random strangers are 50-50 power wise, but just because I'm not my sister's parent doesn't mean I wouldn't be flexing years of influence, that started before she could talk, in order to get into her pants. And if it was her idea, she'd be responding as someone who's looked up to/defied me her whole life. It's not even like having had a friend (or even a cousin, who I also won't shag, but I will fake date) from preschool. It's a relationship crafted in our subconscious and reinforced by the ultimate powers in our family.

I had to keep up a fifteen minute conversation with the intern (poor kid) and that is officially all I got. I know my boss wants a meeting with me soon, but if he doesn't catch me on the way to the car, he might not catch me in time.

Feel better, ita.

A large amount of sibling incest is going to have power dynamics at play too. Not saying two random strangers are 50-50 power wise, but just because I'm not my sister's parent doesn't mean I wouldn't be flexing years of influence, that started before she could talk, in order to get into her pants.

Quite true. I find as an intellectual thought experiment sibling incest has more room for more possibile degrees on the exploitation-consent spectrum than parent-child, which is clearly exploitative from the get-go. But as with yesterday, that thought experiement for me contains no room for any configuration that involves my actual self.

My only thought on this whole topic is:

Not enough EWwwwww in the world.

No theoretical discussion, no philosophical exploration, no no no.

On this I become my simple, puritanical, do not talk about it parents. I can hear my mother saying "why would that even come up?" "why would anyone even discuss it?" On that point we vary, because thanks to this place, I realize everything must be discussed. and I say that with love. head-shaking, heeby-jeeby dancing, please pass the brain bleach, love.

The no-incest guy apologised to me this morning. Last night he called me hateful and told me to stop talking, and I replied by saying I'm discussing issues, not personalities, and I don't have to follow his orders, especially when he goes ad hominem to launch them. And then I asked him to talk up to the standard of the space.

He explained that he thought the word "squick" meant "kink" (er, my facts are still factual either way, dude), and now that he realises I'm on his side he then listed a number of personal details to explain why he's too emotional for reading comprehension.

Now there's a point where I can abandon a pointless conversation. He still never clicked the links.

Oh, and I'm firmly in extreme migraine phase, and migraine doc says "Well, you can't go to a UCLA hospital!"

So, yeah. An adventure of some sort awaits me. I HAVE TO BE "AT" WORK TOMORROW MORNING.

Maybe you could recommend Game of Thrones and Flowers in the Attic to him.

Ugh ita, that sucks.

An adventure of some sort awaits me.

I hope there's a magical pain relieving unicorn at the end. Seriously, best of luck.