Invisible – Short Story

Copyright Darragh Jennings (C) 2015 – All Rights Reserved

She sat on the bed with her knees folded beneath her and her chin resting on the big blue pillow she held to her chest.

He stood beside the bed, wrestling with his thoughts. He took a breath, opened his mouth to speak and then his gaze met hers and he stopped short.

‘What?’ she asked.

He swallowed. ‘I…I just… I just feel guilty, I guess,’ he said.

‘Guilty? Guilty about what?’ she asked.

‘Well, I mean, if I hadn’t stumbled across your, you know, your gift… I never would have taken the time to get to know you, and, well, that makes me feel like shit.’ He stared at his hands, awkwardly trying to avoid her gaze for fear of the judgement he might see in her eyes.

‘Why does that make you feel like shit?’ she asked.

‘Because, when it comes down to it, it means I’m a shallow person,’ he said.

‘You know, Tommy, it takes a lot of maturity to be able to admit something like that, and it’s that emotional maturity and intelligence that kept me from trying to lie and run away from you,’ she said.

She waited for him to finally raise his eyes and look at her and then patted the space on the bed beside her. He came and sat beside her and they sat in silence for a time.

‘Where would you have run to?’ he asked eventually.

‘Really? That’s your question? Aren’t you pissed that I could have lied to you?’

‘Well… I mean, you didn’t lie, right?’ he asked, risking a glance in her direction, as if to gauge her reaction.

She took a moment to compose her thoughts and formulate her response. ‘No, I didn’t lie, but that doesn’t mean I don’t still have secrets,’ she said.

He uttered a short laugh. ‘It’s not like I can hold that against you, even if I wanted to. Everybody has secrets,’ he said.

‘Even you?’ she asked, with a wry smile.

He tried to steel himself before responding but ruined it by blurting out ‘I really, really like you, Nat.’

Her smile became a grin as she said ‘Nice try, Tommy, but that’s not a secret.’

For the first time all evening, he looked directly at her, the surprise evident on his face. ‘Shit… seriously?’ he asked. As if realising he was staring, he diverted his gaze again and said ‘Umm, how long have you known?’

‘Since last week. You forget that I can still see you when I disappear. That goofy grin on your face was all the evidence I needed,’ she said, grinning as she relived the moment in her head.

‘Now I really feel like shit. I’m sorry, I should probably -’

‘Tommy…’ she said, as she took his hand.

The surprise of her touch overrode his nervousness and he turned to look at her. She pulled his hand towards her, forcing him to lean in and as he did so she moved with him and their lips met in a kiss.

When their lips parted, her smile widened and she said ‘See? The feeling is mutual.’

‘So, I see,’ he said, smiling back at her.

She rose from the bed to stand in front of him, the blue pillow still firmly in her grasp. He met her gaze and had just enough time to see her give him a mischievous look before she and the pillow disappeared into thin air.

He heard her disembodied voice a few moments later as she said ‘Come find me!’

He laughed as he looked around the room for any sign of her, though he knew he would find none until she reappeared. When he felt something soft and light hit the back of his head he was half-expecting to find she had thrown the pillow at his head. He was quite surprised to find instead she had instead thrown her shirt at him. As he heard the shower being turned on he rose from the bed to go find her.

The moral dilemma of the The Purge

I know I have a lot of other topics I plan to talk about but I just say “The Purge” (Ethan Hawke, Lena Headey) last night and I couldn’t get the moral dilemma of the film out of my head last night or this morning.

SPOILERS THROUGHOUT THIS POST – if you haven’t seen the movie, I would recommend you do before reading this piece

So, the key moral dilemma, ignoring the subtextual discussion of whether the Purge is actually a good thing or not, is when a hunted man finds himself in the family’s house and his hunters demand the family release him or they will break in and kill everyone inside and the father has to decide whether or not he will willingly give up this apparently innocent man to the hands of those who will kill him in order to spare the lives of himself and his family.

I can understand how their natural human empathy kicked in when they tried to tie up and give up the wanted man but is it just me or is it really quite strange to see them flip from effectively saying “no, we cannot let this one person die to save ourselves” to saying “we are going to kill as many of those people outside as we can to save ourselves and this one person”….?

Let’s look at the outcomes of both decisions, assuming the hunters stay true to their word and do not harm anyone inside when the hunted man is given up:

  1. Give up the hunted man
    1. 1 person dies: the hunted man
  2. Protect the hunted man
    1. 11 people die: the father of the family, the hunter leader killed by the hunted man, one of the family’s neighbours killed by the hunted man, 4 hunters killed by the father, another 4 hunters killed by the neighbours

Is it truly ridiculous to think that option 1 is by far the best option? I understand it’s a tense drama film and so it has to be option 2, but in a realistic scenario, which option would you choose….?

Peace, dj357

A portent of things to come…

I don’t quite have the motivation to commit to it right now, but there are a number of topics I would dearly love to confabulate about so I figured I would catalogue them here (primarily for my benefit when trying to remember what it was I wanted to blab on about):

  • The trivialisation of trans existence *
  • Behind every trans woman, there’s a trans man getting no recognition for their struggles *
  • Being Bisexual, not “Bi Now, Gay Later” *
  • The problem of American Racism / contrasted with the problem of Irish Racism
  • Forays into Polyamory and Poly meets Online Dating
  • #FreeSafeLegal Abortion In Ireland *
  • Immunisation
  • ProAm Pornography (a response to #HotGirlsWanted) *
  • Same-sex Marriage

* (as discussed by a white cis male)

So, look forward to hearing me faff on about these topics and more in the near future.

Peace, dj357

Some Pressing Thoughts

*** DISCLAIMER: This one’s going to be a bit rambly ***

It’s funny, or in this case perpetually infuriating, how I go through these phases of not caring/not having enough time to post and/or rant and/or blog and/or vlog. This blog hadn’t seen any love in 2 years, my YouTube channel hasn’t seen much activity in the last 10 months, and even that slowly moved from gaming videos to vlogs/rants that only lasted 4 episodes before I gave up.

This perpetual state of ping-ponging (granted it’s over a matter of many months) between this project or that project is endemic to my nature but it is, as I said, thoroughly infuriating. Infuriating, in large part, because I can be in the middle of one thing and suddenly a wild and inspiring thought will occur to me that pulls me off in a different direction and I’m off on another wild goose chase that results in, you guessed it: No Goose. This is why I tried to start a Games Development company that went nowhere, because I had lots of ideas for games that went nowhere because I never finished them. This is why I have lots of in-progress (read: some sketchy notes and some half-arsed dialogue) stories/novels that I would love to work on that I have never finished. Although that last is due to my waning inspiration. My writing, whether it’s prose or poetry or music or lyrics is another very much phase-oriented thing whereby I was able to write a whole album of songs years ago, a whole book of (angsty, terrible) poetry years ago, write the music and lyrics for 2 different EPs for my now defunct metal band and begin world building and short story writing for a large fantasy novel series I’ve had in the works for years – all with very long bouts of intervening time devoid of any kind of inspiration or motivation. It’s like I wax and wane like the moon between a content consumption phase and a content creation phase.

My recent post baring my soul and my particular thoughts and interests caught a certain important somebody very off guard (primarily because I was a total idiot in terms of how that was handled) but in any event those are all things that are still very much at the forefront of my mind. I’ve spent a lot of time on Twitter recently (another phase I go through), in part due to that certain important someone reviving my latent civic pride (for want of a better phrase) and reminding me of the then upcoming referendum on same-sex marriage in Ireland. To that end I have been following my many different civil rights passions through the medium of Twitter, sharing important calls to action, cool and progressive news stories and all manner of content whether simply interesting or directly related to one of my many civil rights passions. I’ll get to those passions in a later post as I want to talk through those various items in respect to how far we’ve come and how much further we still have to go etc… (you get the picture)

Anyway, that’s enough self-aggrandising via the medium of self-deprecation. Talk to you all next time!

Just Like Riding A Bicycle

Hello people of the interwebz! I have decided that in order to get my creative writing juices flowing again (more on that shortly) it would be a good idea to return to the world of blogging as I always found it a great way to get words and thoughts out of my head and onto the page, which is part of my major writing block at present.

So, there are a few things I want to say in my first post after 2 years of silence.

  • I’m bisexual. Can’t remember if I ever spoke about that here before (and I’m far too lazy to check!) However I have only ever had hetero relationships thus far so it’s still a side of myself that I have yet to fully explore.
  • I’ve been feeling like I’m poly for quite some time (it never made sense to me that one could only love one person at a time) and recently I have found that poly is something I really want to explore.
  • I am currently in a hetero relationship. It’s only 2 months in, we haven’t discussed the poly thing yet and we haven’t discussed exclusivity so I’m doing the ethical thing and assuming exclusivity until my primary partner tells me otherwise.
  • I have a particular attraction to trans women. I anonymously discussed this with another blogger a few years ago (SexyTofu, who is dormant since Feb this year and whose post on me appears missing)

Given my attraction to trans women and being bisexual, I wonder if I would be better off identifying as “pansexual”…?

In any event, I look forward to writing more and hopefully I will have something to say that interests but, FAIR WARNING: I’m now using this blog for my own benefit, not for readership as it was never something I had a lot of and is no longer a focus of mine. I have a lot of creative writing that I want to get finished and I am hoping that blogging will help me do that.

That being said, I would love any feedback from readers on anything I post whether they’re queries, disagreements or practically anything other than spam.

So, thanks for your time and I’ll talk to you next time!

Peace, dj357

(p.s. thanks to @sharmander_says for putting the idea of returning to blogging in my head)

F**k your Honda Civic, There’s a Point Being Made

The Rubberbandits are a comedy hip-hop group based in Limerick. The duo have been around for the past few years and started their artistic career primarily with prank phone calls they recorded and released on homemade CDs. They garnered quite a sizeable underground following, primarily among teenagers and when they started doing live shows with their own songs those same underground fans turned more mainstream until the ‘Bandits found themselves playing Electric Picnic, a large, annual Irish music festival. Not only that, they have also landed themselves a regular appearance on Republic of Telly, a comedy popular media show, somewhat in the vein on The Daily Show, which focuses on humourous clips from both Irish and International television media.

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Blond and Pabst

I just read this article and as soon as I saw this line:

Richard Dawkins’s barely literate polemic “The God Delusion”….

I had to immediately stop reading and blog about these inane dunderheads.

The word polemic is used to describe arguments used against a widely held beliefs, but Christian commentators on the so-called “New Atheists” consistently use this word, just one in their book of “Words we think sound cool and make us look great and makes those other guys smell like doo-doo but we don’t really understand them”, as if it was some sort of argument against the argument itself. No self-respecting intellectual would say “Thomson’s paper on anti-gravity emitters? Oh it’s just polemic.” and leave it at that, which is what most of these commentators do, but these two knuckleheads go even further.

They have the audacity to call the published writings of an Oxford-educated scholar and a world-reknowned scientist “barely literate”….?!

I’m sorry but have you guys looked in a dictionary yet? “Barely literate” is what you call 1 in 10 american children who live in poverty and whose parents can’t afford to educate them properly or they end up in gangs etc… “Barely literate” is what you call the goatherders who wrote the Bible (by our standards, despite the poetry of a lot of the prose). “Barely literate” is NOT what you call a college educated Professor of Biology. No matter how badly he humiliates you for believing in fairies and hobgoblins and magical men in the sky.

Right, now that’s out of the way, let’s move on with the article…

Oh dear, not even a paragraph later, but in the same paragraph that old Hitler/Stalin argument which has been debunked ad nauseum:

Sam Harris’…”The End of Faith” has to falsify history by claiming that Hitler and Stalin were religious in order to make its case for the malign influence of faith.

Sam Harris was not implying that Stalin was deeply religious, but merely that Stalin wanted to be in control of the Church and may have been religious himself, but that his religion or lack thereof was NOT in any meaningful way a contributing factor to his atrocious acts. And Hitler…? Well, I’m sorry, but anyone who makes his subordinates wear paraphernalia that explicitly says “God with Us” is definitely religious, and his diatribe (which is a good adjective for his writings and NOT accurate at all when describing Sam Harris’ book) “Mein Kampf” explictly states that Hitler believed that God was on his side in his campaign of hatred and genocide against the Jews.

Oh, and by the way: YAWN…

having just realised that the article is over 4 years old, I’m going to stop writing this post now and just click submit…

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