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BORIS JOHNSON RESIGNS AS MP. Thoughts? The people howl for a new update to the Big Dog the Clown saga.

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Yes this was not on my personal bingo card; my most recent Big Dog event was that a friend of mine works for air traffic control and recently had to delay BoJo's holiday flight by four hours, and on being told that this particular plane had to be prioritised for a runway slot because it contained an Important Clown promptly pushed it to the bottom of the priority list. Lol. And then all this! What larks.

Okay not a lot of detail yet still but LET'S TAKE A LOOK AT THE EVENTS OF 9TH JUNE, 2023 and you know what? It's been a while. Let's do it properly.

7.15am

Another day dawns in the reign of evil Grand Vizier-turned-PM Rishi Sunak. He's a very boring flavour of evil, tbh. Say what you will about Johnson, but at least there was spectacle and showmanship to his clownshow. Something for the children to boo and hiss. An animate ham in a villain's wig, something to really enjoy as you sit back, relax, and savour a tall, cool glass of schadenfreude.

By contrast Rishi just gets sycophants - who are no less ridiculous, but far more grey and boring - who pretend he's a tech bro because "he understands AI" and they think that will make him a visionary and a man of the future and maybe some sort of Elon Musk figure, because that's obviously a smashing template to be copied in a leader of a country.

This briefing was presumably drafted using ChatGPT.

Anyway, this is what we thought the day would be: another dreary overcast washout, livened up by Downing Street's latest attempt at making Sunak seem like a good idea to stave off the hulking spectre of Labour's inevitable GE win next year. How trite. How tedious. How mediocre.

What a shame it would be if... something were to liven it up.

Okay, last headcanon and I'll stop harassing y'all after this.

So you know how Mark Vorkosigan has been trained to have the same body language as Miles Vorkosigan, whose body language is really a less effortless rendition of Aral's? And then Dono is told to just imitate Aral whenever he's scared he isn't passing well enough and, well, do you ever imagine these four men being somewhere together and just accidentally striking the exact same pose or making the exact same gesture at the same time?

Like someone is explaining something and they are listening attentively, brows elegantly furrowed, hands in their pockets and feet spread apart in a manly, assertive way, and when the particularly complicated part comes along they all rub their chins in contemplation and it goes from manly dignity to absolutely fucking ridiculous?

I love this to pieces

BUT ALSO - consider! That Ivan’s primary make Role Model was also Aral Vorkosigan.

Wait. Shit. So was Gregor’s.

(Duv Galini sees is happen exactly once, with all six of them in the same room. After his brain stops gibbering nonsense about it, his first coherant thought is hm. There’s a Doctorate Thesis in there somewhere.)

Hi Seanan! I recently threw some more of your creatures into the my DnD5e-ish game I'm running- I homebrewed a Cait Sidhe race, and let my players rescue a colony of Aeslin Mice (redubbed "loremice," so I don't have to figure out what "Aeslin" means when my players ask.) The mice have so far named a God of Smokey Rescue, a God of Deceptive Size, and a God of Ominous Declaration. :)

I realize I could make up whatever rules I want for their specifics, since it's my game and I haven't gotten my players to read your work yet, so they wouldn't notice any inaccuracies. But I think it'd be cool to portray them as accurately as possible to the way you see them.

So! If you're willing, I have a couple questions!

1. Do you know what the rough ratio of Shadow Roads distance to not-Shadow-Roads distance is? I'm homebrewing a spell for the Cait Sidhe Shadow Roads thing, and I'd like to give my Cait Sidhe player some hard numbers to work with when they wanna push the limits of their range.

2. For the same player, can you share what the Shadow Roads look like to a Cait Sidhe? We can assume Tybalt isn't as blind as October is in there, but I can't remember her ever asking him precisely how he navigates.

3. I was gonna remove the Aeslin "God/Priestess" gender distinction for my loremice, because the women at my table would have questions and I wouldn't know how to justify it. I don't expect you'd mind much, but it feels mildly disrespectful to the source material anyway (like, what if I'm just using this as an excuse to remove it, because I dislike this Aeslin habit myself?). So I'm torn. Do you know an explanation I could give my players to make sure they don't mistake the mice as sexist?

3.5. I was also considering a compromise solution to this. I'm considering making all the player characters "Gods" to the mice initially, then having the mice switch to using "Priest(ess)" to refer to PCs who converse most directly with the mice, who make the most effort to force their way past the HAILs and be treated as equals. I'd have them act slightly more casual and less reverent to the Priests and Priestesses, make it easier for them to hold productive conversations with the mice than it is for Gods. I felt this could pay enough homage to your work to alleviate my baseless guilt, while beating the potential sexism allegations. And since I have you here on Tumblr, I wanted to get your input on it- is that uncomfortably far from your vision of Aeslin Worship?

If you can't answer any of these, either because they feel spoilery or because you haven't canonized answers to them in your own head, that's fine! I can figure it out. But you've found time for my Tumblr asks before, so I figure I may as well run it by you.

Maybe I'll add Cu Sidhe as a playable race next... if my players are mature enough to handle how I believe it's pronounced, haha.

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  1. This is all very neat, but I started my numbered list before I said that, and can't get out of it!
  2. About 1:10.
  3. The Shadow Roads are absolute blackness even to the Cait Sidhe. They're just a little warmer/it's possible to breathe there, if not comfortably. They navigate by feel, and generally "know" when it's time to exit to the "real world" again.
  4. It's not disrespectful to the source material, honest. The mice who live with the Price family, whether Portland or Penton Hall, are still operating under a foundational commandment that Beth Evans didn't know she was giving, when she told them they couldn't set her above her husband, who they had already declared a god. So the mice aren't sexist, because they barely comprehend human sexual dimorphism: they're just following the orders they were given when they were first adopted by this particular liturgical tradition. A colony that hadn't received that commandment could pick any other set of titles. As a rule, you will have two: one for people who are worshiped but not listened to, and one the other way around.
  5. That works!
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Oh, I remember the Beth Evans thing now! That's actually so good, I'm gonna have so much fun with accidental commandments and catechisms. And the "people who are worshiped but not listened to" vs the other way round makes perfect sense with what I've seen of Aeslin, that'll be fun too.

I'm still in sharing mode, so here's my super rough first draft of the Cait Sidhe Shadow Roads thingy.

300ft/round, with only 2 damage for additional 300ft, is definitely too much for 5e balance, so this'll probably need some tweaking and scaling, but this is what I'll give that player for today.

I would make it 300 feet without passing through any solid objects, and limit "willing creatures" to "one willing creature your size or smaller," requiring a dex check from your "passenger" unless you're actively carrying them. If they fail, they trip and you lose hold of them. Good fucking luck getting them back!

I had an interesting conversation today about gender and identity with a cis man who happened to have scars that looked like top surgery scars. He said “they’re not from as noble a battle wound as top surgery” and I just keep thinking about how badass that makes trans mascs sound (and he’s right, y’all are badass)

It's really wild to me how little fireflies have been studied, with how charismatic they are. I can barely find photos online or any information at all on most species, and videos? Forget it.

They barely even get any attention from conservation public outreach.

Y'all don't like lightning bug?💡Blink blonk?

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A staggering number of people who grew up without them actually don't know that they're real. I don't know why on earth they think media set in real life just completely invents glow in the dark insects, I guess maybe they just don't even stop and question how weird that would be??

But even among the average person who is familiar with fireflies, relatively few know the basics of what they are, that they're beetles, that they're carnivorous and that the larvae depend on a diet of snails.

A big part of my climate grief is how much I miss these little guys. I am not joking.

...Are they gone where you live?

I have not seen them in a long time. I used to see them every summer. I live in the same town as I grew up in. It's possible there's something in this exact spot that noms on them or something, but I'd think I'd see them now and again. So I worry that they're gone.

I hold out hope that someday I'll see a few, like I used to.

That's scary.

Don't despair. Since I got started with my meadow gardening, I've been seeing more than I ever remember. That's what inspired this post—I've been seeing lots of lightning bugs in weird colors and flash patterns that I don't recognize, and it's boggling my mind because I'm certain I would have remembered seeing them before.

They like shrubs and bushes, big trees, ponds, tall grasses and flowers, and fallen leaves on the ground. I've heard light pollution is bad for them, but in areas with plenty of shady trees, they seem to do all right even with traffic and stuff nearby?

I'm not sure but I think the fallen leaves are really important.

Ooh! Light pollution could definitely be it. It took me a while to be able to get to sleep when I moved to this apartment complex it’s so damn bright.

I’m really happy that they’re thriving where you are, that makes my day better to hear. I’ve always loved them.

Yeah, they need to be able to see each other to find each other and mate.

Recently my brother and I sat outside well into the night the other day just watching them blink in the trees and bushes around us. The Photinus pyralis species are active around dusk, but many of the others start when full dark hits and go on well into the night. I don't remember ever seeing fireflies later into the night, so they may be new.

I think lawn care practices have a lot to do with it...chemicals, and getting rid of "weeds" and fallen leaves. They seem to really enjoy shrubby areas with tall weeds and undergrowth.

Its likely invasive species are also a big part, since they are carnivorous predators and need prey, and bullshit like Wintercreeper and Amur honeysuckle and burning bush (in my area) is no good for bugs to eat. Those ones take over the low undergrowth where many lightning bugs seem to hang out, so I suspect them—also there aren't any lightning bugs flying above the place in my yard that's covered with wintercreeper.

"Pest free" ornamental plant= no food for bugs = no ecosystem. I like to see some holes in my leaves, it means the caterpillars and bugs are getting fed.

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here’s a question that i find both rhetorically useful and just interesting on its own:

what is your positive vision for society? like, aside from strategic questions of how this might be accomplished, if you imagine society moving substantially closer to your preferred political/economic/cultural system, what does that look like? how are existing institutions transformed along the way, and what new ones crop up?

and a crucial followup: what happens to the remainder, the people for whom this transition is entirely intolerable? we can presume, barring miracles, no political/economic/cultural system is going to be to the satisfaction of 100% of people who might have to live under it, even if they are a very small minority–so what do you want them to do, or what do you want to happen to them?

The ideal society for me looks like one where people’s decisions are respected. Where young people are, from childhood, encouraged to see their and others’ lives as a series of choices, and encouraged to spend time thinking about and trying to understand why people who make very different choices might do so. No one would be expected to fully understand other people’s choices or never question them, but people would be trained from very young to see that as integral to the flourishing of every person.

Maybe I’m not thinking big enough! But I think this would do an awful lot to cut down on the moral panic type questions that keep bedeviling us, from the anti’s “aren’t you encouraging pedophiles if you write that?” to the terf’s “are you telling me my body is somehow not okay just because you changed yours?”

the point of my masculinity and male positivity posts are to underline that masculinity and manhood are seen as a threat or in direct opposition to queerness, and that often times in order to be seen as queer you have to be partially or wholly feminine or gender neutral, or express your manhood in a feminine or gender neutral way in order to no longer be threatening, invasive, or a problem.

it is very difficult to exist in queer spaces as a hyper masculine person & a man. you're made to feel like you need to walk a tight rope feeling like you're inherently out of place, as if you existing and being masculine or a man in queer spaces makes others uncomfortable inherently.. just know that when i make positivity posts it is to remind us all that masculinity/manhood and queerness are not opposites and that you do not have to be a feminine man or masc person to be viewed/seen/heard as queer.

chasing men, masculine people, and masculinity out of queer spaces isn't helping anyone currently and won't help anyone down the line. please accept masc enbies, butches, bears, and masculine trans men with the same kindness, love, and passion that you do neutral and feminine people. that's the point when i make these kinds of posts. thank u

This is 100% thanks to the “No kink at Pride” people. Because?

They didn’t want these men at Pride. This is a leather daddy. (A rather covered-up leather daddy, because this addition doesn’t do anyone any good if it’s flagged into invisibility, but best believe that dude has hella abs under there, and a 50/50 chance of heavy tattooing.)

Here’s another. Again on the modest side for the sake of not triggering the automod thing, but you can see the interplay of queerness and masculinity—particularly a kind of forward, unashamed sexual explicitness, if you take a look at their crotches. That’s a kind of…for lack of a better term, mating display. “I have this and want to use it, or at least know there are men here fantasizing about me using it.” It’s akin to a woman wearing a plunge neck. You’re supposed to look, and if you’re a dude, he’d like you to like it.

These dudes (well, most of these dudes)? They’re bears. (I said “most” because the guy in the sunhat is technically a cub. He’s too young to be a bear.) The furriness and the beards and the age and the bellies ARE THE POINT. The name “bear” is an affectionate one. Literally “I’m big and hairy!” In the 00s there was a stereotype(?) that bears were also super-cuddly. I don’t know how true it is, but I can confirm every bear I’ve ever met gives amazing hugs. They will readjust your spine, your touch starvation, and your entire outlook on life.

None of this touches on the rather large queer kink communities around “men in uniform.” Military, police, construction, I can’t tell you how many strip nights I’ve been to at a local gay bar with a guy dressed as a sexy firefighter getting absolutely swamped with dollar bills and lap dance requests.

You aren’t seeing these men because they’ve been forced out of spaces THEY CREATED. One of the best things you can do is to help bring them back.

They’re not threatening, they’re not disgusting, they’re not somehow dangerous just by virtue of being open about their sexuality and sexual desire. They’re just human beings who human slightly differently than you.

But more importantly?

They’re family. And don’t you forget it.

anyway thanks to:

  • Findegil, King's Writer in Minas Tirith c.a. Fourth Age 172
  • the person who had taken 'findegil' as their Tumblr url when I was overcome with a love of fictional marginalia and wanted to change my handle about it back in 2014(?), forcing me to add 'scribe' as a prefix
  • my friend Snadge, who first started calling me 'Scribe' based on my url and also went on a cross-country roadtrip with me where I embraced the name bc I wanted to alliterate with her
  • the online friends I stole to Minnesota, especially Nate, who knew me on here first and thus use 'Scribe' for me irl

for conspiring to give me a great and non-gendered name without the baggage of my old internet pseudonym which is now what like 85% of the people I know call me in real life

it never hit me how shortsighted Heaven is until i realized they put a Principality (whose entire raison d’être is to protect places and people from harm) in charge of Earth, and then were genuinely surprised when Armageddon came and said Principality went absolutely off-the-grid feral trying to stop it

Where did I read the sentence “you can’t give a Principality a territory and then act surprised when they become territorial”

Honestly, given how Heaven reacts to everything throughout Good Omens, I’m 99% sure that they meant for Aziraphale to be guarding against the humans, and Aziraphale just had one of his “I’m going to selectively hear those orders” moments, and the rest was history.

“And,” Gabriel said with a wink, “you’re going to be a guardian in the human realm.”

Aziraphale nodded and winked back.

As methods of communication go, a wink is quite versatile. You can say a lot with a wink. For example, Gabriel’s wink meant:

You’re going to go down to that earthly territory and make sure those hairless monkeys don’t do anything to get in the way of the divine plan and make sure they know what it is to fear the wrath of the Almighty and behave themselves as lesser beings should.

And as far as he was concerned, Aziraphale’s answering wink meant: I shall indeed descend to the earthly plane full of gross matter and hairless monkeys and be sure to keep them in their well-deserved place, beneath our divine heel.

Whereas Aziraphale, on the other hand, thought that Gabriel’s wink was more along the lines of: You lucky beggar Aziraphale, getting to go down there and look after God’s new humans and all the exciting things they have to make and discover. Now you go down there and experience all the humans have to offer and protect them with your life.

And therefore, his own wink had meant: Message received and understood. The humans will never have a more stalwart guardian. Looking for to seeing what sushi is when it comes around.

It took quite some time for angels to learn the important of using words when dispatching pedantic principalities on human-sitting duty.

....I really hate it when I disagree with someone who I broadly think has Good Opinions on something, because even if it's something minor, my brain starts freaking out and throwing error messages

and I wind up sending a thousand-word screed to some poor bastard's inbox about, like, a potential point where we could agree, so that my brain will stop freaking out

like one of my mutuals has been really really down on the concept of hopepunk lately, and it's been going on for a couple days

and I genuinely like hopepunk, though I think most stuff that gets marketed as such is dreck

the media landscape rn is kind of segregated into "stories where violence is cartoonish and nothing grotesque ever happens, and hope is real and good" and "stories where there is a level of violence and grotesqueness on par with the worst of real life, and hope is a dumb thing for babies that will get you hurt"

I really wish there were more stories for adults that were willing to look the kind of horrible stuff that happens in the real world in the eye and go "no, it is still worth keeping on anyway. It is worth doing the right thing, as much as you can, and picking up the pieces when you can't. (Because sometimes you can't, because the world is grotesque as often as it's beautiful.)"

(I can only think of a handful that do it well. Octopath 2 and Trigun '98 have both been good at this so far. The VORKOSIGAN SAGA has also been doing it for me. Firefly is hit or miss for me, but parts of it- mostly River's story- hit the note I want.)

they can end tragically. NieR Gestalt/Replicant hits this note for me, and it's a goddamn fucking tragedy on every level.

but it's important to me that stories like this exist, are executed well, and are not just a mouthpiece for the author's politics or worldview.

and I'm just kinda doing a spiral because I don't think I'm going to convince this mutual of that, but my brain is throwing error messages because brain thinks I ought to go along with the person with good opinions or I'm doing something wrong.

latest annoyance of tumblr ruining post links: on mobile, at least, you can no longer go to OP's post and raid their tags that they put on it. there is no way to get to their blog tags from the post view it takes you to. none. zero. you just get eternally booted into the sitewide tag.

@staff @wip @changes etc: WHY

So! Here's the good news- I'm actually covered for this month, thanks to a very kind and generous friend.

There is no bad news! What I would like to do this month is build up a little bit of a monetary buffer. In case we have a car issue or the A/C craps out again or something it won't be, like, me going without food until I'm sure all the bills get paid. Like, just to stabilize things a little bit and pull a huge amount of stress out of my life.

So! My goal is to raise 700 by the end of this month for next month's bills. Everything helps out. If you have one dollar to spare- not one you need, but to spare- I sure would appreciate you sparing it my way. But really, one of the most helpful things you can do is reblog this- getting more eyeballs on it always helps.

If you're seeing this and you're like 'who tf are you'- Hey, I'm Bixby, I'm a disabled, queer writer. You should definitely check out my masterpost, because I've written some good and fun stories that I'm really proud of.

Ko-Fi says that my account should take credit cards and such things now, but I do also have a venmo- same username as tumblr- and of course, you can always tip me via tumblr, there should be a link on this post somewhere.

Thank you so much for reading, and I genuinely appreciate everybody who has been so supportive of helping me out.

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Testosterone & Your Singing Voice

greetings, fellow kids! perhaps you are trans? perhaps you are considering hormones? perhaps you have concerns?

perhaps you are scared fucking shitless that your singing voice will be ruined and destroyed forever and everything that is worthwhile about you will be destroyed with it and you will never be able to make music again?

me too!

so I took all that terror and I turned it into art, because what else are you going to do when you sacrifice your only beautiful thing in exchange for your life?

Here is me, four months ago, taking my first dose of testosterone. Yes, it is my real first dose of testosterone. Yes, I had to do this in one take.

Notice that my voice was good. I mean, it was really fucking good. I never did anything with it except school plays and campfire singing, but it was a really good instrument that I could have done something with, you get me?

Only, I hadn’t done anything with it, and I finally figured I was too old and unskilled and unfeminine to ever be the next Broadway star, so I broke it.

Which was, in a distant but meaningful way, partly because of Hamilton. And one month in, I could still sing Eliza’s part:

But that was only a month in, and my voice hadn’t really started to change yet. That was obviously not going to last. Here’s me after two months:

Still got some of those high notes! But they’re starting to get a bit creaky and unreliable, and I’ve got a whole extra octave down the bottom I’m not used to.

Three months in, I definitely couldn’t do Eliza. That turned out to be absolutely OK, because I could do Javert.

hey you know what my voice sounds pretty fucking good there. it’s not the same voice I had when I started but I still sound like me, you know? I’m still learning the new instrument, it’s not really finished yet, but I haven’t gone all the way back to a kid with his first recorder. I still sound like an adult who kinda knows how to sing.

The difference between Eliza and Washington turns out to be about four months.

Stay tuned, kids. This is not my final form.

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And then I did Hades! Only I did shift it up by a little bit because I am not totally comfortable in the lowest notes yet, but they are notes in my range that I’m unsteady with, rather than notes I can’t hit, if you see the difference?

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hey now hey now look at this we’re all up the Sondheim:

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Seriously, the easiest way for a time-traveler to make present-day money completely untraceably would be comicbooks.

Go buy yourself a US 10c coin from 1935, which will apparently set you back around $8.50; set your time machine for New York, April 18th 1938; walk up to a newsstand and buy a copy of Action Comics #1 with your dime.

Come back to the present, send the comic off to be professionally graded, tell everyone you found it in a yard sale, sell it at auction, and congratulations: your $8.50 is now $3.25 million.

Repeat with Detective Comics #27, Amazing Fantasy #15, etc.

Hell, if you don't wanna draw attention to yourself, just pick less expensive comics! Need $600 quick? Go to February 1991, pick up New Mutants #98 for a dollar, and a Deadpool fan will take that off your hands really quick.

Comics are mass-produced, so history won't miss a copy or two going missing; basically untraceable once sold; and can easily be claimed as something you found in a yard sale or charity shop.

hmm actually i want to talk a little bit about plant sex and reproduction because using terms like "male" and "female" for plants can often be misleading

so to clarify what's being talked about, "female" is a convenient way of saying 'produces large, stationary gametes (reproductive cells) in relatively small numbers,' and "male" is a convenient way of saying 'produces small, more motile gametes in relatively large numbers."

In plants, "pollen" contains male gametes but it is not "plant sperm." The way seed plant reproduction works is that basically the pollen grain is its own plant that has been extremely reduced in size, like cave fish losing their eyes but the pollen lost Everything and is basically just a little capsule for the "male" gametes.

This is because plants reproduce with alternation of generations, which is basically like if in order to have children, you and your partner each had to give birth to a special human capable of having sex, which would then create humans like you yourself.

You know how human sperm and egg cells have one set of chromosomes each—half as many as an adult human, which has (generally) two copies of every chromosome in every cell? Yeah, so instead of creating gametes directly, plants have always worked by basically having a whole child with only one set of chromosomes, whose purpose is to produce reproductive cells.

In the early evolutionary history of plants, both generations, the double-chromosomed Normal Form and the single-chromosomed Sex Having Form, have been entire independently living plants that could sometimes look very different from each other. However, in extant plants, one of the forms is very reduced and typically dependent on the parent plant. It's a male anglerfish kinda situation. And in flowering plants, it is particularly extreme, where the Sex Having Form is entirely reduced to either a few cells inside the flower ("female" gametes) or just a tiny grain of Dust That Fucks ("male" gametes).

We're not even getting into the plant genders yet.

In some plant species, individual plants are either male or female, but this is rare. Ginkgo is an example of a tree that has male or female trees. Male or female meaning they either produce "sperm" cells or "egg" cells. Plants that do this are called dioecious. (Plants that don't are called monoecious.)

Well...it's not that simple. In fact it's kind of dumb to call a whole plant male or female at all since the kind of "male" or "female" binary we think of as default is so rare, but that's a good place to start.

Flowers are reproductive organs of flowering plants. Are there male and female flowers then? Yes...sometimes, sort of. Oftentimes, flowers have both male and female "parts" in them at the same time, so they can produce pollen AND produce seeds. These flowers are called perfect or bisexual . In other cases, flowers are either "male" or "female," with only male or female "parts" instead of both in the same flower, and these flowers are called imperfect or unisexual.

So this means that some plants are dioecious and have imperfect flowers, and some plants are monoecious and have perfect flowers, right?

...wrong. It's way more complicated than that.

So let's go over all the possibilities for dioecious plants. I lied earlier. Dioecious plants have separate reproductive roles or "sexes" on different plants...but these "sexes" are not necessarily "male" and "female."

  • "male" and "female" (dioecious. example: ginkgo)
  • "male" and "both" (androdioecious. Example: Ginseng)
  • "female" and "both" (gynodioecious. Example: Great blue lobelia)
  • "male" AND "female" AND "both" (trioecious. example: Virginia strawberry)

HOWEVER...combine that with what we've just learned about flowers, and it gets way more complicated, because individual flowers themselves can be Male, Female, or Both...and an individual plant can produce any combination of these.

So, monoecious (opposite of dioecious) in the strict sense means a plant where all individuals produce "Male" flowers and "Female" flowers on the same plant. However, monoecious can also mean a plant species where all flowers are perfect/bisexual...or a plant where all individuals produce flowers that are Male, Female, AND bisexual...or a plant where all individuals produce flowers that are bisexual and male...and it keeps going.

And this is not even getting into situations where flowers transition from "male" to "female" or vice versa over time, or where whole plants do. (If I remember right, pawpaw is one of those plants where flowers transition from male to female.)

If you're interested, read this paper from 1920 discussing discoveries about plant sexes. You can see how science was just then attempting to wrap its head around the possibilities, and that's what I like about reading this. Some observers saw these variations as monstrous and abnormal, but eventually we realized it was just part of the beautiful diversity of nature.

I'm not an expert, just a nerd. If anyone wants to add anything that would be really cool.

But wait...it's not quite that simple...

...because plants often reproduce asexually! Plants can reproduce asexually by being cut into pieces which each grow back into whole plants, but I'll focus on instances where seeds are produced. For instance, throughout much of the range where they are an introduced species, dandelions mainly reproduce through apomixis, using the "female" gamete producing cells to create fertilized seeds that are clones of the parent plant. You might say, then, that these dandelions are "all-female"

Likewise, in Cupressus dupreziana, the highly endangered and rare Saharan cypress, new plants are created through "male apomixis," where pollen provides all the genetic information. You could say these cypresses are "all-male" (because their genetics are entirely propagated by "males")

These are very interesting examples, because dandelions are one of the most adaptable, widespread, and common plant species on Earth, and Saharan cypresses are one of the rarest and most restricted, but they've developed similar asexual reproduction strategies!

And that's not even getting into polyploidy and the weird shit happening with dandelion chromosomes...

You know how human sperm and egg cells have one set of chromosomes each—half as many as an adult human, which has (generally) two copies of every chromosome in every cell? Yeah, so instead of creating gametes directly, plants have always worked by basically having a whole child with only one set of chromosomes, whose purpose is to produce reproductive cells.

This is the part I have trouble conceptualizing. With anglerfish, even though the male is tiny, it is (at least til mating) obviously an independent, living organism. It breathes and swims and eats and poops. But what exactly differentiates "a whole child with only one set of chromosomes" from an egg or a sperm, which is not considered a "whole child."

What processes do pinecones perform, for example, that establishes them as an "organism" that is descendant from the tree, rather than a sex cell (or even an "organ") of the tree?

That's a good question, and the answer is something like "Well, they were fully distinct separate organisms in the distant past, and evolved into their present reduced form—but they don't stop being the thing that they were in the past." And ferns for example still do the thing with separate organisms for different phases of the reproductive cycle.

The alternative answer is "Nothing. The cells in your body have mitochondria which have their own DNA in a circular chromosome, originating from when your distant unicellular ancestor nommed a smaller unicellular guy and they became symbiotic partners. Is a siphonophore one guy or a bunch of guys? What about those worms that have bacteria inside them that make food from the chemicals gushing out of hydrothermal vents? What about a mycorrhizal network? What about nitrogen fixing bacterial nodules in legumes? There are more bacterial cells than human cells in your body.

Look at that deer, what a beautiful ecosystem of bacteria, ticks, tapeworms, and mites inhabiting the deer's body much as we inhabit the planet Earth. Look at that lunulitiform bryozoan colony creeping across the seafloor, the individuals on the outer edge using their feeding setae as legs while the others provide sustenance. Look at this dead fallen leaf with one green patch on it, infected by fungus that keeps the chloroplasts alive after the leaf is dead. Look at the gall wasp growing into an adult in a womb created by the tissue of the plant, and the woodpecker pecking into wasp galls searching for food. Look at the coral reef...look at the cordyceps...look at the forest...look at tree roots grafting and linking to one another and the mushrooms that penetrate inside their cells forging them into a complicated network...we are not separate from every other thing...

Hi my name is Alice Healy and I have short blonde hair that's more often than not full of mud and a lot of people tell me I look like my mother Fran (AN (Alice Note): if u don't know who she is then get da hell out of here!). I'm related to the Covenant Healys but I wish I wasn't because they hate cryptids. I'm a Priestess to the Aeslin mice and they love me. I'm also a cryptozoologist, and I live in Buckley Township, Michigan, where I go to high school (I'm sixteen). I'm a tomboy (in case you couldn't tell) and I wear mostly practical clothes. For example, today I was wearing a t-shirt and shorts with hiking boots. I was walking into the Galway Woods. My father Jonathan stared at me. I put up my middle finger at him.

"Miss Healy!" shouted a voice. I looked up. It was... Thomas Price!

"What's up, Mr. Price?" I asked.

"Nothing." he said shyly.

But then I heard some sort of creature in the woods and I had to go and follow it.

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Had an idea you might be able to use for something: Klingon Soap Operas.

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(sigh)

Thanks for the thought. I appreciate your kindness!

But unfortunately, because you've sent me the idea and I've read it, I can now not use it, ever. No matter how much I might like to.

This isn't about you, you understand. And in its way it probably seems like a cruel paradox. You were only trying to be helpful! But if I was working on something for Trek and this concept came up even in casual discussion, I would be honor-bound (and contractually required) to inform them that the idea had come to me from a reader or fan. And then—rightly, from their point of view—they would forbid me to use it, because the idea's originator might some day, despite all their friendly intentions now, sue them over it. And the evidence that I was at fault would be easy to obtain. Sending a DM on any major platform generates an electronic "paper trail" that will confirm its target has opened and read the message in question. And that electronic record can be subpoenaed and submitted as evidence, and would stand up in court.

"Oh, come on, who'd do a thing like that, what are the odds...?" people will say. But it's not generally known that I've already been involved in a high-stakes lawsuit in which someone tried to sue Mattel over material I wrote when developing the initial form of the "Barbie: Fairytopia" universe (and the first Fairytopia film) for them. I'd never so much as met or communicated with the person suing them, had never read even a word of their work... but they still went to great trouble and expense attempting to prove that I'd had access to their material and used it without permission.

Mattel won the suit (as I'd frankly been expecting: the attorney handling their defense was one of the most expert IP lawyers in the US). But it gave me the chills... and made it clear how very wrong things could go, and the kind of damage that could be done to my career and my personal life, if I even accidentally used ideas from unauthorized sources.

Seriously, folks. I know you all mean well! But please don't make me tap the sign. DO NOT SEND ME STORY IDEAS, no matter how vague or general or unformed they may be. To do so is to absolutely guarantee that they will never, ever happen.* (And in my own universes, your innocently-meant suggestion could mean that neither you or anyone else will ever see that particular Young Wizards or Middle Kingdoms plot, no matter how much you'd like to... because I take this stuff seriously.)

...Thanks, all.

*This is also why I don't read fanfic set in my universes. Which you also shouldn't send me: please and thank you.

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Please read this before you send me ideas or links to fanfic of any of my stuff. Please.

THIS.