❄️ Snowflake Christine Milneaux - Munchie who came here to sperg [PM sneasel if you wanna do a proper OP on this tard]

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Oh, he even married a slightly more attractive version of me. I find this at once encouraging and disheartening. I bet SHE doesn't have an oil self-portrait though.
 
Oh gods-- my husband would not be happy to see me swooning over this angelic creature.

Excuse me, I need to go and fetch my smelling salts. And my brandy. And my massager.

ETA: He's married as well. Of course he is. Any lass with a brain would snatch that up in half a heartbeat.
Remember - you said masturbation is bad. You save your cummies like a good little for your pedo husband. Your facade slipped a little there.
 
They didn’t have sex for SIX YEARS in marriage? And now that they’re having sex, she thinks she’s dying?! If this isn’t some Freudian comedy. I’m literally about to piss myself from laughing too hard.
I think they were married for 6 years before she decided she actually wanted sex, but he can't get off with her and prefers to jerk off to anime tiddies.

Solution: Stop cosplaying as a Victorian waif, and start cosplaying as whatever anime chick he jerks off to the most.
 
Somehow, that stings more than anything else. That and the Virginia Poe comment. Oh my lord.

Having said that, and I'm asking in earnest here, what might I do, in your opinion and for whatever that is worth, to polish my linguistic skills? Aside from the obvious "read more Dickens and Bronte."

Read anything but Dickens and Bronte. Or live a fucking life and experience something worth writing about. Or stop trying to affect a pseudo-Victorian pose; nothing you've written so far, among all those words, sounds Victorian. "Oh my lord" sounds more like a Southern sharecropper, tbh. If you are gonna strike a pose, you need to be an awful lot more authentic, or it is just boring and stupid. It sure ain't Dickens or Bronte.

But this is not a place to try out your literary poses. This is a discussion forum. The people here discuss what they see on social media. There are some excellent writers here by any standard; their writing is insightful, funny, informative, or observant. Long posts are even tolerated here for the most part, as long as they aren't autistic or dumb. But posts here aren't about the quality of writing; they are about how insightful, funny, or informative they are.

We do have a rule here though, which is we never discuss our personal lives. That prevents doxxing, and it also prevents a lot of fighting.

But most of all, it prevents long, boring me-me-me posts. Those are not literary, they are autistic and dumb. Not only yours; anybody's. You want advice on how to polish your language skills? Never write about yourself again. Only write about other things. And don't expect a message board to sit through your autistic literary experiments. Find a writing workshop for that. But I don't think writing is the right pursuit for you; I am not detecting any talent.

I don't know what you seek here beyond attention, but in the long run, the attention will be negative and do you more harm than good. If I were you, I would seek it elsewhere...
 
Yeah, I was being overzealous back then because I thought his turning his attentions elsewhere meant he didn't love me. I actually admitted a few pages later in the same marriage thread that I was being too possessive. We had the I'm-being-possessive-because-I-love-you-so-much-and-I'm-sorry talk and moved on. And not that it's any of your business but our sex life is much better now. I haven't needed to post on deadbedrooms since last year, at least.
 
Yeah, I was being overzealous back then because I thought his turning his attentions elsewhere meant he didn't love me. I actually admitted a few pages later in the same marriage thread that I was being too possessive. We had the I'm-being-possessive-because-I-love-you-so-much-and-I'm-sorry talk and moved on. And not that it's any of your business but our sex life is much better now. I haven't needed to post on deadbedrooms since last year, at least.
You know, you look like a gal I went to high school with. She had actual health problems, but she didn't go the route you're trying to go. With her legitimate health issues she earned her DVM and is a licensed veterinarian and owns her own practice. She's happily married and manages her condition very well. It's really not cool to LARP illness when there are folks out there who are terribly ill and they get on with it. They not only get on with it, they excel. If this is what you want your life to be, that's your prerogative, but don't be surprised when people call you out.
 
Every wide eyed lass who enters my office with a romantic view of the 19th century is given a packet of choice quotes from Miss Fred, including talking about scraping gross shit off of her teeth with a knife and the ceaseless green discharge from her no-no parts. Also recipes for how to hide from your houseguest that the food you’re serving them was riddled with maggots and mold.
I rather want to hear these quotes. They'll only tarnish my rose-tinted steampunk goggles if I let them, and I have a morbid sense of curiosity to rival Pandora's. As, I'm quite certain, do most of the others here.
 
Zounds, how did you know?

I know the green had arsenic. Was the yellow laden with cadmium or other pigment metals?
Not wallpaper that I know if, but some yellow pottery is glazed with uranium and the yellow paint formulated for school buses in the 1930s was made with hexavalent chromium.

I rather want to hear these quotes. They'll only tarnish my rose-tinted steampunk goggles if I let them, and I have a morbid sense of curiosity to rival Pandora's. As, I'm quite certain, do most of the others here.
It's a diary. The quotes aren't actually interesting. They're short, unflowery records like "scaled my teeth for one hour in the morning, removed much plaque."

You know, like normal people in the 19th century wrote.

Edit: the reason Lister is important is because she was a fairly open and gender non-conforming lesbian who kept voluminous, often sexually explicit diaries in the first half of the 19th century; because all of them survive to this day; and because she wrote them in a code she invented.
 
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sounds like a better read than this talentless hack's toilet paper anyway

It's actually an interesting look into life in the early 19th century, at least for a privileged set of people. Lister's family was quite wealthy and their family estate, Shibden Hall, dates back to the 1400s. She was able to use her family's money to set up a colliery and tenent farmers to generate her own income to live as she wished. She traveled, climbed mountains, taught herself mathematics and to speak Greek and Latin. But most of her records are of the boring day-to-day life of someone of that era. She wrote about mundane things like her meals, her health, her anxieties about money including meticulous records of what she earned and what she spent, changes to the area around her home.

But she absolutely never intended for anyone to read it, so she didn't "decorate" her writing at all. It's very straightforward "Woke at dawn and studied algebra for one hour and a quarter. Purchased ham from the grocer, 30p. Mrs. Nesbitt visited in the afternoon. She put my hair in papers and adjusted my new frock." Very little of it is actually published. The woman who was translating the cipher and publishing them kind of gave up and decided to write a biography instead. But the few early volumes that exist are actually cool if you're into that kind of crap.
 
I rather want to hear these quotes. They'll only tarnish my rose-tinted steampunk goggles if I let them, and I have a morbid sense of curiosity to rival Pandora's. As, I'm quite certain, do most of the others here.
translation: not really into roleplaying actual victorian women/princess/child whatever just the shitty mary sue version of myself because i lack a polished personality and any discernible talent.
 
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Lit sperge: My vote for best prose of the 'Victorian' era: Ambrose Bierce. Not all 'victorians' were flaccid creatures devoted to excess verbiage. His reportage of his Civil War service is very modern in tone and far more moving than similar works of his more 'sentimental' contemporaries. Could be the antidote to too much Poe.
 
It's actually an interesting look into life in the early 19th century, at least for a privileged set of people. Lister's family was quite wealthy and their family estate, Shibden Hall, dates back to the 1400s. She was able to use her family's money to set up a colliery and tenent farmers to generate her own income to live as she wished. She traveled, climbed mountains, taught herself mathematics and to speak Greek and Latin. But most of her records are of the boring day-to-day life of someone of that era. She wrote about mundane things like her meals, her health, her anxieties about money including meticulous records of what she earned and what she spent, changes to the area around her home.

But she absolutely never intended for anyone to read it, so she didn't "decorate" her writing at all. It's very straightforward "Woke at dawn and studied algebra for one hour and a quarter. Purchased ham from the grocer, 30p. Mrs. Nesbitt visited in the afternoon. She put my hair in papers and adjusted my new frock." Very little of it is actually published. The woman who was translating the cipher and publishing them kind of gave up and decided to write a biography instead. But the few early volumes that exist are actually cool if you're into that kind of crap.

fuck. that sounds like the only good thing to come from this thread since the subjects a steaming pile of shit that even the turd burgler wouldn't come for. thx for the read
 
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