Welcome to the fondue party, everyone.
December! Already. But it’s delightful. So quiet; at least, in my world it is.
This month, I’ll be working on my article for The Reprobate’s special issue Satan Superstar, and on my next book that will celebrate the glorious self-indulgent joys of solitude, Reveries of an Improper Solitudinarian. If anyone’s ever gotten on your case because you enjoy being alone, because you prefer being alone, you’ll relate to this book.
And now, allow me to share the cover of my upcoming book about Severus Snape. I scrapped Severus Snape and the Art of Being Human because I’ve outgrown that book. So, new title, new cover, new focus.
As I’ve said before, it’s going to be my last “me & Snape” book.
This book will be a celebration of individuality and self-respect. I’ll write about how my understanding of Professor Snape evolved over the years, and how he helped me move through radically different stages of life. In many ways, this book will illustrate views that are the opposite of ideas I explored in my first three books about him, namely Bring Forth the Best Robes, The Flawed Master, and The Severus Snape Paradigm—the first two especially.
As I mentioned in my previous blog post, in my upcoming book Masterful, I’ll talk about why Severus Snape is such a controversial and divisive figure in the Potter world (and fandom). And the problem isn’t that once upon a time, he joined the Death Eaters.
The reason many still argue about him, his worth, his motives, is centered around the key to his identity. His defining characteristic, which is where all of his power resides and why people either love or hate him, relate to him or despise him.
Obviously, I won’t tell you what said defining characteristic is here. You’ll have to read the book, which I’ll be writing this winter.
I will share this: one of the things I’ll write about in the book is that he isn’t Dumbledore’s, or Voldemort’s, or even Lily’s.
All of this will be linked to how I’ve awakened to my own power.
As I wrote on Twitter, I am a goat. I have always been a goat. I was born a goat. I’ve never been on the right side of anything. I cross the line. I am the line, my line, an ungraspable line.
In other news, the colder months have been extremely sweet to me this year. I’ve been savoring the kind of blissful tranquility I hadn’t tasted in a long time. I live my life according to my rules now. I’m therefore much happier: I’m who I am.
There is something about me that has always been untamable, and nowadays it has free reign. It’s no longer impeded; it has burst free and it’s greater than before.
In other other news, net neutrality. Can it be saved? I have no idea.
To me, the Internet started dying when Facebook steamrolled all that was cool and unique online, replacing each creative space with its bland, uniform, terrible, devouring, “acceptable” pseudo-Internet instead. I tried countless platforms, hoping to find the Internet I once knew there, but again and again, I encountered an almost total lack of will for anything different; the almighty Jailbook is “easier.” Twitter had more room for creativity and subversiveness, but recently it’s become another bleak, nasty place (yet Twitter now clutches its pearls when users utter naughty words like “fuck”), unless you avoid most of it.
Mastodon has potential, but then again, so did Imzy, and it’s gone.
The Internet is no longer a place for nuance, for expression, for originality. It’s just another strip mall with half a dozen Starbucks, a cafeteria that serves canned peas and greasy, day old French fries and stale tacos to the bored masses that only seem to want more of the same. The “Internet” is a place where the majority of people are like the crowd in an episode of South Park: “Rabble rabble rabble!”
The Internet has been reduced to Facebook, Twitter, smaller platforms like Instagram and Tumblr, and dispersed blogs. And shopping.
Seriously, is there any point in weeping over the loss of net neutrality anymore? The corporate overlords have, for the most part, already taken over.
Here’s a related phenomenon, a phenomenon I find unpalatable: the popularity of the “Minion” films. Who the fuck wants to be a minion?
If net neutrality is compromised, maybe that’ll wake people up and we’ll see an Internet Renaissance. Or not. Who knows. In any event, should the former occur, I’ll continue tweeting, I’ll share pictures on Instagram, I’ll blog here. I may eventually start blogging on Patreon, where I have an account and support other fellow creators; this is a possibility.
The main thing is that I’ll continue publishing books, which will be on Amazon and here on my website, a WordPress blog.
The more time I spend offline, the less time I want to spend online in general. Offline, I read books, I listen to music, I write, I enjoy life. I used to enjoy myself online, but the Internet I once knew simply is no more, or it’s just barely there. Sometimes I wonder if it was ever really there. Or if I’d go back to what it “used” to be, for that matter.
This may well be why I enjoy blogging here.
I saw a meme of Rudolph the Red Nosed Reindeer on Twitter that sums up the Internet to me these days: “deviation from the norm will be punished unless it is exploitable.”
I am not exploitable.
When I wrote Rascal: A Manifesto, it was to proclaim that I am done with bullshit.
I’ve recovered the essence of who I am, and I’m stronger because of how much I fought to liberate myself from all that would have robbed me of my self, my individuality, my vitality. The essence of who I am, like a potent fuel, is burning brighter than it ever has.
Here at least
we shall be free; the Almighty hath not built
Here for his envy, will not drive us hence:
Here we may reign secure, and in my choice
to reign is worth ambition though in Hell:
Better to reign in Hell, than serve in Heaven.