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Sometimes just to make myself nuts I consider the sequence of events necessary for “Chuck Tingle, ally for social justice to exist.”
Like, before anything else at all, someone who is at least a fair hand at writing has to have made the decision to write gay dinosaur fucking erotica. This is not as unlikely as you’d expect, but it’s still pretty unlikely.
Next, you have to be one of the people lucky enough to go viral online, but without having it blow up in your face. The improbably well written, unlikely subgenre of gay dinosaur fucking now has the further improbable chance to gain widespread online recognition but, for whatever reason, mostly positive attention.
I start to get a little bit frazzled when the Hugo Awards come up. I couldn’t even summarize the backstory here but the fact that Chuck Tingle got nominated for a Hugo Award and that has backstory is patently absurd. Which happened because someone wrote an very niche form of erotica which by sheer chance also went viral online.
But hold on, we have to go all the way back to the start because before ANY of this happened, somewhere in the past has to exist someone who has a kind heart, a good sense of humor, and a desire to help others. And he has to also be a decent writer of dinosaur erotica that goes viral and gets nominated for a Hugo Award.
Now complexities aside, basically what happened was a bunch of incel MRA type people decided to try to troll the Hugo Awards because they were mad about wins by people who were not cis straight white guys. That is a story.
But what they did was, instead of going for someone who would roll with their agenda, they more or less picked the now slightly less known and less viral dinosaur fucking erotic novels guy from a bit ago. And they tried to push him to a Hugo Award win out of petulant spite.
At this point a kind person with a desire to improve the world who happens to also write some decent dinosaur erotic fiction that is recognized because it went viral has been nominated for a Hugo Award because dickheads picked him at random to make a petty little point. Okay?
And because of that MASSIVE SERIES of absurd coincidences landed on what by SHEER FUCKING LUCK was a really good person, what happened was Chuck Tingle used the sudden attention to drag the SHIT out of the incels, landing a double extra viral special along with becoming the darling of thousands of nerds who were and are frankly sick of the entitlement of the fuckboys who to their everlasting embarrassment picked out Chuck to try and fail to make a point.
Furthermore, because by further complete damned CHANCE Chuck also was a pretty solid writer, he ends up gaining permanent, real unironic fans. Chuck is no longer viral, he is a legitimate celebrity writer specifically with regard to stories about getting pounded in the ass.
AND THEN, I say hands holding my head to keep it from exploding, AND THEN HE KEEPS FUCKING AT IT. Not just erotica, but working for social equality, promoting causes for disenfranchised people, bringing attention to social issues. Being an endless FUCKING ray of sunshine. While also still writing both regular AND political pounded in the ass fiction which, again, is pretty good by all reports.
And I sometimes go over all and all of this over again, and my head spins out because this series of chances is about the most fucking ever chances. And the outcome was a super kind person now has a chance to be kind to even more people.
Which all began with a nice person writing dinosaur erotica. Yeah.
I need everyone to understand I think about this at least once a month. How almost all of these coincidences are in some quantitative way measurable. Wondering what the end probability is. And I have to follow this entire train of thought, start to finish MULTIPLE TIMES any time it occurs to me.
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[This idea has been rattling in my brain and I had to share it.]
I know we all love the ‘humans are space orcs’ concept… but imagine, onboard the new ship they’ve been assigned to, the human meets an actual space orc. A massive monster… fangs and tusks and scars and a battle-hardened stare, looming over all the other life forms on the ship in its thick indestructible armour it refuses to remove. It barely drinks, it doesn’t need sleep, its massive shoulders are heavy with the terrible things it has experienced. Compared to the squishy & delicate human body, this thing is a walking tank.
… Except instead of hating/ignoring one another, the human and the monster start bonding over both coming from death planets. The human is excited to find a life form who doesn’t quiver with fear at the vague description of a jellyfish and the monster is ecstatic to meet someone who understands the feeling of being bitten by a qua’lem (cats are pretty close). They sit together and compare dangerous animals and locations as the other aliens look on in confusion and fear… oh, you also have dense jungles of deadly hidden predators, boiling acid lakes, tamed predatory killers, and areas with horrendously high and low temperatures? Sick!!
It doesn’t take long before the two of them become totally inseparable. The human loves not feeling like some kind of crazy outsider and the monster is overjoyed they’ve finally found an equal in this unkillable marshmallow.
Monster: When I was a youngling, a grol-lik stung straight through my armour. The pain lasted for approximately 16 human hours. Human: Oh yeah man, I get that. As a kid I got a wasp stuck in my shirt. It stung me like four times, it was awful, and all my cousins just laughed at me… Monster: [using their arm screen to research human courting methods] I see.
Fun Fact: the US military is actually EXEMPTED from safe-disposal and antipollution laws, and this is actually how we ended up getting official confirmation of the existence of Area 51 under Bill Clinton; the Air Force was forcing soldiers to handle without safety gear(!) and Burn(!!) Toxic Waste(!!!) and, Of Fucking Course, that gave them all sorts of exotic cancers which killed them painfully, leading to a lawsuit from their families.
So… THAT is the sort of shit the US government uses all that UFO malarkey to coverup, which I’d humbly ask you to consider the next time the History Channel breathlessly tells you the Navy is “Confirming” UFOs exist.
