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I never posted these nails I did? Flat rainbow and shimmer rainbow, in simple shapes :0
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I never posted these nails I did? Flat rainbow and shimmer rainbow, in simple shapes :0
Aug. 1st, 2017
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kestrel-tree:
Dealing with executive dysfunction and ADHD becomes so much easier when you stop trying to do things the way you feel like you should be able to do them (like everyone else) and start finding ways that actually work for you, no matter how “silly” or “unnecessary” they seem.
For years my floor was constantly covered in laundry. Clean laundry got mixed in with dirty and I had to wash things twice, just making more work for myself. Now I just have 3 laundry bins: dirty (wash it later), clean (put it away later), and mystery (figure it out later). Sure, theoretically I could sort my clothes into dirty or clean as soon as I take them off and put them away straight out of the dryer, but realistically that’s never going to be a sustainable strategy for me.
How many garbage bins do you need in a bedroom? One? WRONG! The correct answer is one within arms reach at all times. Which for me is three. Because am I really going to get up to blow my nose when I’m hyperfocusing? NO. In allergy season I even have an empty kleenex box for “used tissues I can use again.” Kinda gross? Yeah. But less gross than a snowy winter landscape of dusty germs on my desk.
I used to be late all the time because I couldn’t find my house key. But it costs $2.50 and 3 minutes to copy a key, so now there’s one in my backpack, my purse, my gym bag, my wallet, my desk, and hanging on my door. Problem solved.
I’m like a ninja for getting pout the door past reminder notes without noticing. If I really don’t want to forget something, I make a physical barrier in front of my door. A sticky note is a lot easier to walk past than a two foot high cardboard box with my wallet on top of it.
Executive dysfunction is always going to cause challenges, but often half the struggle is trying to cope by pretending not to have executive dysfunction, instead of finding actual solutions.
kestrel-tree:
Dealing with executive dysfunction and ADHD becomes so much easier when you stop trying to do things the way you feel like you should be able to do them (like everyone else) and start finding ways that actually work for you, no matter how “silly” or “unnecessary” they seem.
For years my floor was constantly covered in laundry. Clean laundry got mixed in with dirty and I had to wash things twice, just making more work for myself. Now I just have 3 laundry bins: dirty (wash it later), clean (put it away later), and mystery (figure it out later). Sure, theoretically I could sort my clothes into dirty or clean as soon as I take them off and put them away straight out of the dryer, but realistically that’s never going to be a sustainable strategy for me.
How many garbage bins do you need in a bedroom? One? WRONG! The correct answer is one within arms reach at all times. Which for me is three. Because am I really going to get up to blow my nose when I’m hyperfocusing? NO. In allergy season I even have an empty kleenex box for “used tissues I can use again.” Kinda gross? Yeah. But less gross than a snowy winter landscape of dusty germs on my desk.
I used to be late all the time because I couldn’t find my house key. But it costs $2.50 and 3 minutes to copy a key, so now there’s one in my backpack, my purse, my gym bag, my wallet, my desk, and hanging on my door. Problem solved.
I’m like a ninja for getting pout the door past reminder notes without noticing. If I really don’t want to forget something, I make a physical barrier in front of my door. A sticky note is a lot easier to walk past than a two foot high cardboard box with my wallet on top of it.
Executive dysfunction is always going to cause challenges, but often half the struggle is trying to cope by pretending not to have executive dysfunction, instead of finding actual solutions.
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ghostcongregation:
i wish more conspiracy theorists would really swing for the fences. ‘we never went to the moon’ = boring, pedestrian. ‘we are actually living on the moon right now, but have been programmed to think we’re on earth’ = endlessly fascinating, shimmering with possibilities
ghostcongregation:
i wish more conspiracy theorists would really swing for the fences. ‘we never went to the moon’ = boring, pedestrian. ‘we are actually living on the moon right now, but have been programmed to think we’re on earth’ = endlessly fascinating, shimmering with possibilities
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stimmyabby:
you gotta make plans for your actual self not your hypothetical self I guess
stimmyabby:
you gotta make plans for your actual self not your hypothetical self I guess
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raimijenner:
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raimijenner:
please let me know if you want details about the lgbt+ representation in these, and feel free to add on :D
death at a low price- my very very fave as probably most of my followers are aware of at this point. scifi/comedy about a group of dangerous queer ppl and aliens who run an interdimensional convenience store. search herbarium podcasts to find it
spines podcast- horror/mystery about a woman who has scary dangerous powers and only remembers a fucked up ritual and information about her “friends” and who tries to figure out what she is and what happened to her and whats going on with certain sketchy orginizations
inkwyrm- scifi/romcom that is basically gays in space fashion magazine version. also includes a lot of cliche gay relationship drama that i live for
freed- soft apocolypse is the best way i can describe it. its a really sweet podcast about a badass lady who makes broadcasts about her progress fixing a mountain town. later on she makes friends that help her out and theres conspiracys and a lot gets revealed about the world. also my fave
junction series- drama/romance about 4 high school girls who try and start a podcast to find a girl who went missing but get really off track because they are all really gay for each other and have a lot of relationship drama
adventures of mechabetty- scifi/mecha/action about a scientist who turns herself into a mech w the help of her team in order to fight off an alien invasion. really lighthearted and fun
to whom it may concern- fantasy/supernatural about a mentally ill woman who gets haunted by a dangerous ghost and the group of ghosts that are trying to help protect her
oakpodcast- scifi/interactive podcast about an autistic jewish spy who gets stranded and becomes homeless and is forced to uncover the truth behind the bioweapon that she was exposed to
the girl who set out to seek a living wage- fairy tale about autistic fantasy lesbians destroying capitalism and living happily ever after
the blood crow stories- horror podcast about a college student who goes through old psych records of the passengers ofa ship that sank in the 1940s (i think??) and then realizes there is a monster feeding off everyones pain and fear. heads up that this will emotionally destroy you
swings and roundabouts- autobiographical stories by a trans woman, it has a really cool set up in that she is talking to a computer therapist and telling about her life, and the computer therapist gives terrible advice. Not many episodes out yet.
Good addition!!!!
raimijenner:
oodlenoodleroodle:
raimijenner:
please let me know if you want details about the lgbt+ representation in these, and feel free to add on :D
death at a low price- my very very fave as probably most of my followers are aware of at this point. scifi/comedy about a group of dangerous queer ppl and aliens who run an interdimensional convenience store. search herbarium podcasts to find it
spines podcast- horror/mystery about a woman who has scary dangerous powers and only remembers a fucked up ritual and information about her “friends” and who tries to figure out what she is and what happened to her and whats going on with certain sketchy orginizations
inkwyrm- scifi/romcom that is basically gays in space fashion magazine version. also includes a lot of cliche gay relationship drama that i live for
freed- soft apocolypse is the best way i can describe it. its a really sweet podcast about a badass lady who makes broadcasts about her progress fixing a mountain town. later on she makes friends that help her out and theres conspiracys and a lot gets revealed about the world. also my fave
junction series- drama/romance about 4 high school girls who try and start a podcast to find a girl who went missing but get really off track because they are all really gay for each other and have a lot of relationship drama
adventures of mechabetty- scifi/mecha/action about a scientist who turns herself into a mech w the help of her team in order to fight off an alien invasion. really lighthearted and fun
to whom it may concern- fantasy/supernatural about a mentally ill woman who gets haunted by a dangerous ghost and the group of ghosts that are trying to help protect her
oakpodcast- scifi/interactive podcast about an autistic jewish spy who gets stranded and becomes homeless and is forced to uncover the truth behind the bioweapon that she was exposed to
the girl who set out to seek a living wage- fairy tale about autistic fantasy lesbians destroying capitalism and living happily ever after
the blood crow stories- horror podcast about a college student who goes through old psych records of the passengers ofa ship that sank in the 1940s (i think??) and then realizes there is a monster feeding off everyones pain and fear. heads up that this will emotionally destroy you
swings and roundabouts- autobiographical stories by a trans woman, it has a really cool set up in that she is talking to a computer therapist and telling about her life, and the computer therapist gives terrible advice. Not many episodes out yet.
Good addition!!!!
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wish my mom would go to sleep so I could get back to watching of-dubious-merit movie The Accountant and stimming
wish my mom would go to sleep so I could get back to watching of-dubious-merit movie The Accountant and stimming
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fashionofcomics:
WHO: Carlos Valdes as Cisco RamonWHAT: Hot Topic Alien Don’t Take Me T-Shirt - $16.72WHERE: The Flash | 4x01 “The Flash Reborn”
cisco shops at hot topic #confirmed #emonerdsunite
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fashionofcomics:
WHO: Carlos Valdes as Cisco RamonWHAT: Hot Topic Alien Don’t Take Me T-Shirt - $16.72WHERE: The Flash | 4x01 “The Flash Reborn”
cisco shops at hot topic #confirmed #emonerdsunite
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my media 10 teacher still hasn’t entered my extra credit and it doesn’t matter because I have an A anyway but I wrote a 10 page paper and?? validation please??
my media 10 teacher still hasn’t entered my extra credit and it doesn’t matter because I have an A anyway but I wrote a 10 page paper and?? validation please??
Aug. 1st, 2017 07:28 am
dragonfucker-supreme: ok im seeing a lot
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dragonfucker-supreme:
ok im seeing a lot of “powder that makes you say yes” edits on my dash rn but nothing beats the absurdity that is the original
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dragonfucker-supreme:
ok im seeing a lot of “powder that makes you say yes” edits on my dash rn but nothing beats the absurdity that is the original
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meanexwife:
i hate when i meet an antique traveler and he complains he saw two vast and trunkless legs of stone standing in the desert. this generation is so unappreciative! in london, a hundred years ago, we expressed wonder when we saw the site of forgotten babylon. now hunters just look upon those works and despair.
meanexwife:
i hate when i meet an antique traveler and he complains he saw two vast and trunkless legs of stone standing in the desert. this generation is so unappreciative! in london, a hundred years ago, we expressed wonder when we saw the site of forgotten babylon. now hunters just look upon those works and despair.
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hailmaryfullofgrace55675:
wish my mom would go to sleep so I could get back to watching of-dubious-merit movie The Accountant and stimming
something that really gets me about this movie is how awkward social situations between Ben Affleck’s character (who is autistic) and other characters are framed as failures of his social skills and not as failures of the social skills of others. maybe I’m being oversensitive but I don’t think so.
hailmaryfullofgrace55675:
wish my mom would go to sleep so I could get back to watching of-dubious-merit movie The Accountant and stimming
something that really gets me about this movie is how awkward social situations between Ben Affleck’s character (who is autistic) and other characters are framed as failures of his social skills and not as failures of the social skills of others. maybe I’m being oversensitive but I don’t think so.
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bitchevans:
when you’re hanging out with friends and your social battery dies
Why is this the most accurate shit? Like I can physically feel the mental “battery on 20%” warning pop up in my brain 😩
elaxisfae:
bitchevans:
when you’re hanging out with friends and your social battery dies
Why is this the most accurate shit? Like I can physically feel the mental “battery on 20%” warning pop up in my brain 😩
Aug. 1st, 2017 11:13 am
🎆🎆🎆 it’s not
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it’s not going to kiss me, is it?!
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a queer alienation zine
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Shards of Honor
“Look–as far as I’m concerned, Steady Freddy can put on falsies and go woo the hermaphrodite vote in Quartz.”
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The Warrior’s Apprentice
Mrs. Naismith herself typified hermaphrodites as “people who are pathologically incapable of making up their minds,”
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“Wonder if there’s any more like him—her—"
“It,” said Mayhew definitely, rolling the hermaphrodite soldier over to reveal the chiseled features of what could have been either a handsome young man or a strong-faced woman.”
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“I think it has a crush on you.”
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“they could never accept me as Lady Vorkosigan.“
"Then I’ll present them with an alternative. I’ll tell them I’m going to marry Bel Thorne. They’ll come around so fast they’ll trip over themselves.”
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Ethan of Athos
a Betan hermaphrodite, a sex which hadn’t even existed when the Founding Fathers had fled to Athos, and where did they fit in? He lost himself, for a while, imagining the flap in Athosian Customs should such a creature present itself for entry, as the bureaucrats tried to decide whether to admit its maleness or exclude its femaleness—it would probably be referred to a committee for about a century, by which time the hermaphrodite would have conveniently solved the problem by dying of old age….
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“Athos? The Planet of the Fags? You on the level?”
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The first blow doubled Ethan over, his breath whistling between clenching teeth. The two pinioning him straightened him up again."—what we do to your type,” wham! “around here!”
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“Fag-loving women,” One-track swore, “are worse than the fags themselves—”
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“I have no use for quitters, quislings—or queers.”
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Brothers in Arms
He found Bel Thorne manning the security comconsole. If manning was the right term; Thorne was one of Beta Colony’s hermaphrodite minority, hapless heirs of a century-past genetic project of dubious merit. It had been one of the lunatic fringe’s loonier experiments, in Miles’s estimation. Most of the men/women stuck to their own comfortable little subculture on tolerant Beta Colony; that Thorne had ventured out into the wider galactic world bespoke either courage, terminal boredom, or most probably if you knew Thorne, a low taste for unsettling people.
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any of the three sexes
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both sexes
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Borders of Infinity - Labyrinth
Thorne, the Ariel’s commander, was a Betan hermaphrodite, man/woman descendant of a centuries-past genetic-social experiment every bit as bizarre, in Miles’s private opinion, as anything rumored to be done for money by House Ryoval’s ethics-free surgeons. A fringe effort of Betan egalitarianism run amok, hermaphroditism had not caught on, and the original idealists’ hapless descendants remained a minority on hyper-tolerant Beta Colony. Except for a few stray wanderers like Bel.
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Miles liked him/her/it- Betan custom used the neuter pronoun
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Miles could smell Bel’s floral perfume from her. Bel was emphasizing the female side today. And had been, increasingly, for the five days of this voyage. Normally Bel chose to come on ambiguous-to-male, soft short brown hair and chiselled, beardless facial features counteracted by the grey-and-white Dendarii military uniform, assertive gestures, and wicked humor. It worried Miles exceedingly to sense Bel soften in his presence.
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“I am a woman, too,” Bel pointed out in a murmur.
“Among other things.”
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Miles sighed too. Perhaps he ought to make his rejection more emphatic–this was only about the seventh time he’d been round with Bel on this subject. It was almost ritualized by now, almost, but not quite, a joke. You had to give the Betan credit for either optimism or obtuseness … or, Miles’s honesty added, genuine feeling. If he turned round now, he knew, he might surprise an essential loneliness in the hermaphrodite’s eyes, never permitted on the lips. He did not turn round.
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straight and healthy and of normal height, if unusual genital arrangements
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“Have you ever thought of going back to Beta Colony, and seeking one of your own?” Miles asked seriously.
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Thorne grinned. “You got it. You’re an almost perfect Betan, y'know? Almost. You have the accent, the in-jokes …”
Miles went a little still. “Where do I fail?”
Thorne touched Miles’s cheek; Miles flinched.
“Reflexes,” said Thorne.
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“About two hundred years ago–about the time hermaphrodites were being invented,“ a peculiar wryness flashed across Thorne’s face, "there was this rush of genetic experimentation on humans, in the wake of the development of the practical uterine replicator. Followed shortly by a rush of laws restricting such, but meanwhile, somebody thought they’d make a race of free fall dwellers. Then artificial gravity came in and blew them out of business. The quaddies fled–their descendants ended up on the far side of nowhere, way beyond Earth from us in the Nexus. They’re rumored to keep to themselves, mostly. Very unusual, to see one this side of Earth. H'sh.” Lips parted, Thorne tracked the music.
As unusual as finding a Betan hermaphrodite in a free mercenary fleet, Miles thought.
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“It’s a double-sided hammer dulcimer, ma'am–sir …“ her servant-to-guest dull tone faltered a moment, fearing to give insult, "Officer.”
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Miles faded back slightly, rubbing his lips to wipe off a twitching grin as all Thorne’s most masculine mannerisms reasserted themselves from spine to fingertips and outward into the aether.
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“Why, Captain, I just realized. Betan–you must be a genuine genetic hermaphrodite. You possess a marketable rarity yourself. I can offer you an eye-opening employment experience at easily twice your current rate of pay. And you wouldn’t even have to get shot at. I guarantee you’d be extremely popular. Group rates.”
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She really had brought out the male in Thorne, Miles reflected wryly.
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Miles harbored a secret Barrayaran prejudice against taking female troops inside Ryoval’s, that he trusted he concealed. It went double for Bel Thorne
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“look at Captain Thorne, and tell me what ‘normal’ is,”
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The Vor Game
The officer’s neat uniform and soft brown hair gave no clue whether one was looking at a delicate man or an unusually determined woman. This ambiguity was deliberately cultivated; Bel Thorne was a Betan hermaphrodite, minority descendant of a century-past social/genetic experiment that had not caught on.
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Barrayar
One corner of his mouth crooked up, then the quirk vanished in a thoughtful pursing of his lips. "He’s bisexual, you know.” He took a delicate sip of his wine.
“Was bisexual,“ she corrected absently, looking fondly across the room. "Now he’s monogamous”
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“A Betan.” His stunned look was gradually fading to one Cordelia mentally dubbed as Awful Realization. “I should have guessed. You are, after all, the people who bioengineered hermaphrodites… .
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“The hermaphrodites make the most money, they’re very popular with the tourists.”
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Mirror Dance
Captain Bel Thorne was a Betan hermaphrodite, a race that was remnant of an early experiment in human genetic and social engineering that had succeeded only in creating another minority. Thorne’s beardless face was framed by soft brown hair in a short, ambiguous cut that either a man or a woman might sport. Its officer’s jacket hung open, revealing the black tee shirt underneath curving over modest but distinctly feminine breasts. The gray Dendarii uniform trousers were loose enough to disguise the reciprocal bulge in he crotch. Some people found hermaphrodites enormously disturbing. He was relieved to realize he found that aspect of Thorne only slightly disconcerting. Clones who live in glass houses shouldn’t throw … what
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He was just managing a stiff smile, when the hermaphrodite stepped up and embraced him. His heart lurched, and he barely choked off a cry and a violent, defensive lashing-out. He endured he embrace without going rigid, grasping mentally after shattered composure and his carefully rehearsed speeches. It’s not going to kiss me, is it?!
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Tiny waist, flare of hip … from her exaggerated, physically mature femininity, he wondered if she might be one of the change-of-sex transfers.
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Cetaganda
“It is not a woman. It is Ba.”
“Ba?”
“The neuter ones, the Emperor’s high-slaves. In his Celestial Father’s time it was the fashion to make them smooth like that.”
Ah. Genetically engineered, genderless servants. He’d heard rumors about them, mostly connected, illogically enough, with sexual scenarios that had more to do with the teller’s hopeful fantasies than with any likely reality. But they were reputed to be a race utterly loyal to the lord who had, after all, literally created them.
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de-sexed, depilated, and demoted
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Komarr
Is he impotent, is he sterile, what does he really look like under those expensive clothes? Is he hiding more serious deformities? Is he homosexual? Would it be safe to leave Nikolai alone with him?
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A Civil Campaign
“Aw, shit ,“ hissed Ivan, recoiling, and snatching back his hand. "Donna, you didn’t .” Betan medicine, oh, yeah. And Betan surgery. They could, and would, do anything on Beta Colony, if you had the money and could convince them you were a freely consenting adult.
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Donna–Dono–whoever–
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He–she–twitched a brow at Armsman Szabo, who raised his chin a centimeter. Donna/Dono said, “Oh, believe me, we went over the risks in detail before starting out.” She/he, whatever, spotted the orchids clutched forgotten in Ivan’s left hand. “Why, Ivan, are those for me ? How sweet of you!” she cooed, wrested them from him, and raised them to her nose. Beard occluded, she blinked demure black eyelashes at him over the bouquet, suddenly and horribly Lady Donna again.
“Don’t do that in public,” said Armsman Szabo through his teeth.
“Sorry Szabo.” The voice’s pitch plunged again to its initial masculine depth. “Couldn’t resist”
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Diplomatic Immunity
Bel wasn’t as slim and athletic as formerly, either; the added, ah, masses made it harder for Miles to fall back into his old subconscious default habit of thinking of Bel as male. Probably just as well
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It occurred to Miles belatedly that Bel was notably universal in its sexual tastes, and that maybe he ought to have warned Ekaterin that she needn’t be especially delicate in redirecting Bel’s attentions
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“Dubauer’s not double-sexed at all—what were your ancestors thinking?”
Bel smirked cheerily.
“But altogether sexless. Truly 'it.’ ”
“It, in Betan parlance,” Bel began in the weary tone of one who has had to explain this far too often, “does not carry the connotation of an inanimate object that it does in other planetary cultures. I say this despite a certain ex-boss of my very distant past, who did a pretty fair imitation of the sort of large and awkward piece of furniture that one can neither get rid of nor decorate around—”
Miles waved this aside. “Don’t tell me—I got that lecture at my mother’s knee. But Dubauer’s not a herm. Dubauer’s a ba.”
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“A ba is every bit as smart and dangerous as a haut lord. But not as autonomous. The ba are as loyal as they are sexless, because they’re made so, and for some of the same reasons of control.”
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Bel had been beautiful, in its own ironic way
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“sexless Cetagandan plague-vector”
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“The ba, it seems,” she said slowly, “desired more than Lisbet’s vision. It planned a new empire—with itself as both emperor and empress. It stole the haut children of Rho Ceta not just as a core population for its planned new society, but as … mates. Consorts. Aspiring to even more than Fletchir Giaja’s genetic place, which, while part of the goal of haut, does not imagine itself the whole. Hubris,” she sighed. “Madness.”
“In other words,” breathed Miles, “the ba wanted children. In the only way it could … conceive.”
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Captain Vorpatril’s Alliance
“So where am I to find this so-called girl?”
“I am fairly certain she’s a real girl, Ivan.”
“You think? With you, one never knows.”
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“So … is By bi?” Tej asked. “Bisexual, that is.”
“I have no idea what By’s real preferences are,” Ivan stated firmly. “Nor do I wish to know.”
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Gentleman Jole and the Red Queen
“You know…after Aral, I did think it was men, but I’d had girlfriends before that. Not many, but there were one or two I’d imagined might be my end-game. Other things happened instead. And then there was that herm. Remarkable person in its own right, Captain Thorne, but do you know—the best thing about that fling was that for one whole week, I could stop worrying about my damned categories.” He blinked and frowned, as if this were a sudden new realization.
“Do you think you’re really bi, then? Like Aral?”
“I…it would make more sense than a kink for herms. It’s not as if I went out looking for more, after that.”
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it’s not going to kiss me, is it?!
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a queer alienation zine
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💎💎💎💎💎
Shards of Honor
“Look–as far as I’m concerned, Steady Freddy can put on falsies and go woo the hermaphrodite vote in Quartz.”
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The Warrior’s Apprentice
Mrs. Naismith herself typified hermaphrodites as “people who are pathologically incapable of making up their minds,”
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“Wonder if there’s any more like him—her—"
“It,” said Mayhew definitely, rolling the hermaphrodite soldier over to reveal the chiseled features of what could have been either a handsome young man or a strong-faced woman.”
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“I think it has a crush on you.”
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“they could never accept me as Lady Vorkosigan.“
"Then I’ll present them with an alternative. I’ll tell them I’m going to marry Bel Thorne. They’ll come around so fast they’ll trip over themselves.”
🍂🍂🍂🍂🍂
Ethan of Athos
a Betan hermaphrodite, a sex which hadn’t even existed when the Founding Fathers had fled to Athos, and where did they fit in? He lost himself, for a while, imagining the flap in Athosian Customs should such a creature present itself for entry, as the bureaucrats tried to decide whether to admit its maleness or exclude its femaleness—it would probably be referred to a committee for about a century, by which time the hermaphrodite would have conveniently solved the problem by dying of old age….
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“Athos? The Planet of the Fags? You on the level?”
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The first blow doubled Ethan over, his breath whistling between clenching teeth. The two pinioning him straightened him up again."—what we do to your type,” wham! “around here!”
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“Fag-loving women,” One-track swore, “are worse than the fags themselves—”
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“I have no use for quitters, quislings—or queers.”
💦💦💦💦💦
Brothers in Arms
He found Bel Thorne manning the security comconsole. If manning was the right term; Thorne was one of Beta Colony’s hermaphrodite minority, hapless heirs of a century-past genetic project of dubious merit. It had been one of the lunatic fringe’s loonier experiments, in Miles’s estimation. Most of the men/women stuck to their own comfortable little subculture on tolerant Beta Colony; that Thorne had ventured out into the wider galactic world bespoke either courage, terminal boredom, or most probably if you knew Thorne, a low taste for unsettling people.
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any of the three sexes
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both sexes
🌾🌾🌾🌾🌾
Borders of Infinity - Labyrinth
Thorne, the Ariel’s commander, was a Betan hermaphrodite, man/woman descendant of a centuries-past genetic-social experiment every bit as bizarre, in Miles’s private opinion, as anything rumored to be done for money by House Ryoval’s ethics-free surgeons. A fringe effort of Betan egalitarianism run amok, hermaphroditism had not caught on, and the original idealists’ hapless descendants remained a minority on hyper-tolerant Beta Colony. Except for a few stray wanderers like Bel.
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Miles liked him/her/it- Betan custom used the neuter pronoun
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Miles could smell Bel’s floral perfume from her. Bel was emphasizing the female side today. And had been, increasingly, for the five days of this voyage. Normally Bel chose to come on ambiguous-to-male, soft short brown hair and chiselled, beardless facial features counteracted by the grey-and-white Dendarii military uniform, assertive gestures, and wicked humor. It worried Miles exceedingly to sense Bel soften in his presence.
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“I am a woman, too,” Bel pointed out in a murmur.
“Among other things.”
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Miles sighed too. Perhaps he ought to make his rejection more emphatic–this was only about the seventh time he’d been round with Bel on this subject. It was almost ritualized by now, almost, but not quite, a joke. You had to give the Betan credit for either optimism or obtuseness … or, Miles’s honesty added, genuine feeling. If he turned round now, he knew, he might surprise an essential loneliness in the hermaphrodite’s eyes, never permitted on the lips. He did not turn round.
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straight and healthy and of normal height, if unusual genital arrangements
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“Have you ever thought of going back to Beta Colony, and seeking one of your own?” Miles asked seriously.
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Thorne grinned. “You got it. You’re an almost perfect Betan, y'know? Almost. You have the accent, the in-jokes …”
Miles went a little still. “Where do I fail?”
Thorne touched Miles’s cheek; Miles flinched.
“Reflexes,” said Thorne.
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“About two hundred years ago–about the time hermaphrodites were being invented,“ a peculiar wryness flashed across Thorne’s face, "there was this rush of genetic experimentation on humans, in the wake of the development of the practical uterine replicator. Followed shortly by a rush of laws restricting such, but meanwhile, somebody thought they’d make a race of free fall dwellers. Then artificial gravity came in and blew them out of business. The quaddies fled–their descendants ended up on the far side of nowhere, way beyond Earth from us in the Nexus. They’re rumored to keep to themselves, mostly. Very unusual, to see one this side of Earth. H'sh.” Lips parted, Thorne tracked the music.
As unusual as finding a Betan hermaphrodite in a free mercenary fleet, Miles thought.
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“It’s a double-sided hammer dulcimer, ma'am–sir …“ her servant-to-guest dull tone faltered a moment, fearing to give insult, "Officer.”
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Miles faded back slightly, rubbing his lips to wipe off a twitching grin as all Thorne’s most masculine mannerisms reasserted themselves from spine to fingertips and outward into the aether.
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“Why, Captain, I just realized. Betan–you must be a genuine genetic hermaphrodite. You possess a marketable rarity yourself. I can offer you an eye-opening employment experience at easily twice your current rate of pay. And you wouldn’t even have to get shot at. I guarantee you’d be extremely popular. Group rates.”
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She really had brought out the male in Thorne, Miles reflected wryly.
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Miles harbored a secret Barrayaran prejudice against taking female troops inside Ryoval’s, that he trusted he concealed. It went double for Bel Thorne
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“look at Captain Thorne, and tell me what ‘normal’ is,”
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The Vor Game
The officer’s neat uniform and soft brown hair gave no clue whether one was looking at a delicate man or an unusually determined woman. This ambiguity was deliberately cultivated; Bel Thorne was a Betan hermaphrodite, minority descendant of a century-past social/genetic experiment that had not caught on.
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Barrayar
One corner of his mouth crooked up, then the quirk vanished in a thoughtful pursing of his lips. "He’s bisexual, you know.” He took a delicate sip of his wine.
“Was bisexual,“ she corrected absently, looking fondly across the room. "Now he’s monogamous”
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“A Betan.” His stunned look was gradually fading to one Cordelia mentally dubbed as Awful Realization. “I should have guessed. You are, after all, the people who bioengineered hermaphrodites… .
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“The hermaphrodites make the most money, they’re very popular with the tourists.”
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Mirror Dance
Captain Bel Thorne was a Betan hermaphrodite, a race that was remnant of an early experiment in human genetic and social engineering that had succeeded only in creating another minority. Thorne’s beardless face was framed by soft brown hair in a short, ambiguous cut that either a man or a woman might sport. Its officer’s jacket hung open, revealing the black tee shirt underneath curving over modest but distinctly feminine breasts. The gray Dendarii uniform trousers were loose enough to disguise the reciprocal bulge in he crotch. Some people found hermaphrodites enormously disturbing. He was relieved to realize he found that aspect of Thorne only slightly disconcerting. Clones who live in glass houses shouldn’t throw … what
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He was just managing a stiff smile, when the hermaphrodite stepped up and embraced him. His heart lurched, and he barely choked off a cry and a violent, defensive lashing-out. He endured he embrace without going rigid, grasping mentally after shattered composure and his carefully rehearsed speeches. It’s not going to kiss me, is it?!
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Tiny waist, flare of hip … from her exaggerated, physically mature femininity, he wondered if she might be one of the change-of-sex transfers.
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Cetaganda
“It is not a woman. It is Ba.”
“Ba?”
“The neuter ones, the Emperor’s high-slaves. In his Celestial Father’s time it was the fashion to make them smooth like that.”
Ah. Genetically engineered, genderless servants. He’d heard rumors about them, mostly connected, illogically enough, with sexual scenarios that had more to do with the teller’s hopeful fantasies than with any likely reality. But they were reputed to be a race utterly loyal to the lord who had, after all, literally created them.
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de-sexed, depilated, and demoted
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Komarr
Is he impotent, is he sterile, what does he really look like under those expensive clothes? Is he hiding more serious deformities? Is he homosexual? Would it be safe to leave Nikolai alone with him?
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A Civil Campaign
“Aw, shit ,“ hissed Ivan, recoiling, and snatching back his hand. "Donna, you didn’t .” Betan medicine, oh, yeah. And Betan surgery. They could, and would, do anything on Beta Colony, if you had the money and could convince them you were a freely consenting adult.
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Donna–Dono–whoever–
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He–she–twitched a brow at Armsman Szabo, who raised his chin a centimeter. Donna/Dono said, “Oh, believe me, we went over the risks in detail before starting out.” She/he, whatever, spotted the orchids clutched forgotten in Ivan’s left hand. “Why, Ivan, are those for me ? How sweet of you!” she cooed, wrested them from him, and raised them to her nose. Beard occluded, she blinked demure black eyelashes at him over the bouquet, suddenly and horribly Lady Donna again.
“Don’t do that in public,” said Armsman Szabo through his teeth.
“Sorry Szabo.” The voice’s pitch plunged again to its initial masculine depth. “Couldn’t resist”
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Diplomatic Immunity
Bel wasn’t as slim and athletic as formerly, either; the added, ah, masses made it harder for Miles to fall back into his old subconscious default habit of thinking of Bel as male. Probably just as well
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It occurred to Miles belatedly that Bel was notably universal in its sexual tastes, and that maybe he ought to have warned Ekaterin that she needn’t be especially delicate in redirecting Bel’s attentions
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“Dubauer’s not double-sexed at all—what were your ancestors thinking?”
Bel smirked cheerily.
“But altogether sexless. Truly 'it.’ ”
“It, in Betan parlance,” Bel began in the weary tone of one who has had to explain this far too often, “does not carry the connotation of an inanimate object that it does in other planetary cultures. I say this despite a certain ex-boss of my very distant past, who did a pretty fair imitation of the sort of large and awkward piece of furniture that one can neither get rid of nor decorate around—”
Miles waved this aside. “Don’t tell me—I got that lecture at my mother’s knee. But Dubauer’s not a herm. Dubauer’s a ba.”
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“A ba is every bit as smart and dangerous as a haut lord. But not as autonomous. The ba are as loyal as they are sexless, because they’re made so, and for some of the same reasons of control.”
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Bel had been beautiful, in its own ironic way
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“sexless Cetagandan plague-vector”
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“The ba, it seems,” she said slowly, “desired more than Lisbet’s vision. It planned a new empire—with itself as both emperor and empress. It stole the haut children of Rho Ceta not just as a core population for its planned new society, but as … mates. Consorts. Aspiring to even more than Fletchir Giaja’s genetic place, which, while part of the goal of haut, does not imagine itself the whole. Hubris,” she sighed. “Madness.”
“In other words,” breathed Miles, “the ba wanted children. In the only way it could … conceive.”
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Captain Vorpatril’s Alliance
“So where am I to find this so-called girl?”
“I am fairly certain she’s a real girl, Ivan.”
“You think? With you, one never knows.”
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“So … is By bi?” Tej asked. “Bisexual, that is.”
“I have no idea what By’s real preferences are,” Ivan stated firmly. “Nor do I wish to know.”
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Gentleman Jole and the Red Queen
“You know…after Aral, I did think it was men, but I’d had girlfriends before that. Not many, but there were one or two I’d imagined might be my end-game. Other things happened instead. And then there was that herm. Remarkable person in its own right, Captain Thorne, but do you know—the best thing about that fling was that for one whole week, I could stop worrying about my damned categories.” He blinked and frowned, as if this were a sudden new realization.
“Do you think you’re really bi, then? Like Aral?”
“I…it would make more sense than a kink for herms. It’s not as if I went out looking for more, after that.”
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