If we can’t write diversity into sci-fi, then what’s the point? You don’t create new worlds to give them all the same limits of the old ones.
'Real isn’t how you are made,' said the Skin Horse. 'It’s a thing that happens to you. When a child loves you for a long, long time, not just to play with, but REALLY loves you, then you become Real … Generally, by the time you are Real, most of your hair has been loved off, and your eyes drop out and you get loose in the joints and very shabby. But these things don’t matter at all, because once you are Real you can’t be ugly, except to people who don’t understand.'
Sometimes I feel like I’m not solid. I’m hollow. There’s nothing behind my eyes. I’m a negative of a person. All I want is blackness, blackness and silence.
I am intense, I am in need,
I am in pain, I am in love.
I feel forsaken, like the things I gave away.
Blood and fire
are too much for these restless arms to hold.
And my nights of desire are calling me
back to your fold.
And I am calling you, calling you from 10,000 miles away
Won’t you wet my fire with your love, babe?
You can’t go round just saying stuff
because it’s pretty.
And I no longer drink enough
to think you’re witty.
The Gorn is fashion-forward
On the other hand, my nose flaring abilities are pretty good
For some reason I thought about this a lot as a kid
I chose “can recognize actors doing voice over for chain restaurant and bank commercials,” apparently.
Instead of Telekinesis I chose Decent Night Vision For About 30 Years.
When someone I like doesn’t care for something I like.