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  • Western Romance For Dummies

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    May 15

    I think historically though Russian ladies got less hate for being empowered. Wasn’t Tchaikovsky married to a female physicist? [correction: it was Shostakovich] The revolutionary upheaval of 1917 that led to the collapse of the Tsarist monarchy was started by women who worked in textile factories in Petrograd. And it was on International Women’s day! Now that would be something we all should celebrate. 

    Did you know that they were the first in the world to legalise abortion? 1920. And literally no feminist suffrage because women’s rights were the bread and butter of the communist philosophy and writings. The Bolshevik government led by Lenin bestowed legal and social rights and equality on his female compatriots decades ahead of the West (voting, marriage, reproduction, economic participation). It seems no gender slant in living out individual “liberty and freedom” in communism vs democracy.

    — Salisa to Henry, April 15th, 2026

    [In Iran] Men are expected to show their emotions—take Mossadegh’s tantrums. If they don’t, Iranians suspect they are lacking a vital human trait and are not dependable. Iranian men read poetry; they are sensitive and have well-developed intuition and in many cases are not expected to be too logical. They are often seen embracing and holding hands. Women, on the other hand, are considered to be coldly practical. They exhibit many of the characteristics we associate with men in the United States. A very perceptive Foreign Service officer who had spent a number of years in Iran once observed, “If you will think of the emotional and intellectual sex roles as reversed from ours, you will do much better out here.”

    — The Silent Language, Edward T. Hall

    Let us summarize how the love act contributes to the deepening of consciousness. First, there is the tenderness which comes out of an awareness of the other’s needs and desires and the nuances of his feelings. The experience of tenderness emerges from the fact that the two persons, longing, as all individuals do, to overcome the separateness and isolation to which we are all heir because we are individuals, can participate in a relationship that, for the moment, is not of isolated selves but a union. In this love act, the lover often cannot tell whether a particular sensation of delight is felt by him or his loved one – and it doesn’t make any difference. A sharing takes place which is a new Gestalt, a new field of magnetic force, a new being.

    — Love & Will, Rollo May

    In the West, brainy Tanguy would be dating artsy Betty or someone with an equally respectable talent. That’s what makes a relationship, you know. Should I write you a guide to Western romance for dummies?

    — Salisa to Anton, May 7th, 2026

    The Toast of the Muses, Brigitte Szenczi

    Salisa to Anton, May 7th, 2026:

    You do know that in both countries you’ve been living in strong traditional gender roles often dictate that men aren’t allowed to display emotions, right? I’d say your home country especially. Men be tough, women be submissive. Or at least women don’t appreciate weaklings who show emotions or vulnerabilities. Thus ideals of masculinity undermine and dehumanise men. Marriage reduced to something akin to an economic arrangement and has a weak emotional foundation (emotions aren’t shared or appreciated). Well, the West hasn’t been like that for like decades. Men can cry like babies nobody faults them for being so. Didn’t you see Mark Carney crying at the public memorial of that school shooting by a trans kid last year? Anybody made a big fuss about that? If anything, people praised him. He has children after all. Would be quite psychopathic if he didn’t. And aside from the resurgence of certain far-right movements (anyone surprised Erika Kirk turned out to be quite psychopathic? They certainly didn’t marry each other because they liked or respected each other that’s for sure), The West for the most part has certainly been deconstructing gender ideals or has now completely deconstructed them. None of my Western partners so anal about appearing “sensitive” or full of feelings, even a few generations before me. How do you think love develops?

    So I don’t understand why every time I read your writing there is a consistent undercurrent in the subtext promoting the “new-fangled” fad of men giving into their emotions and women embracing them. It would be very new and subversive like half a century ago probably. You’re writing for the wrong audience, or rather in the wrong language. I’d say that despite the Japanese still having strong gender expectations in the social and economic realms men can still have whimsies and write poesies. Culturally Japanese men aren’t so anal about it and are privately and quietly individualistic. They are as weird and wacky as they come. So you shouldn’t be crafting your messages in Japanese either. As far as I know there are sub-tropes in Japanese anime about strong silent women and sensitive romantic men. My Thai ex filled me in on this ages ago but I forget about them now. So despite sexualising and trivialising women in a lot of cases the Japanese certainly have no illusions about women… Or men for that matter. I’d fault them for being in their heads too much.

    It’s just a bit insulting when you write with the presumption that your audience shares your worldview, that’s all. It’s so outdated these days. I’d say that the West started embracing the emotional complexity and sensitivity of men since the days of Shakespeare (if he in fact turns out to be a man and not a woman). Don’t you know his love sonnets? Read British poetry in the last two hundred years. Some of the greatest love verses written by male poets. Anybody made a big fuss about that? This is why it helps to be well-rounded. Coleridge, Shelley, Keats a sensitive bunch with deep, expansive interiority. Sturm and Drang in Germany or Prussia at the time? Anyone made fun of Goethe for writing Werther in his prime? Or Werther for being such a “simp” in that story? Seriously, stop being such an ignoramus pretending that your culture speaks for the whole world. One great thing you can do since you are trilingual is to popularise the lyrical literature so famous in Europe in your native tongue. They say that Shakespeare “invented” psychological language that made it possible for us to explore the complex mental landscape of human emotions and struggles and morality for the first time. Harold Bloom I think. The Brits would know what I’m talking about. When you read great European and American writers and poets, you can tell there is such a big inner expanse and interiority to them. In your case, your native culture constrains you.

    That, or stop caring what your culture tells you. I give my own culture a big middle finger since I was 15. Why are you acting like a wimp and let benighted men entrain your thinking? If I have to describe you in one word, I’d say “conformist”. You are very conforming after all despite using the word “normie” at times. You care too much what other people think. Fundamentally we are too different. I’m a radicalist (in some ways) and obviously so is Pootookie.

    I was in one of the largest bookshops in Moscow a month ago and one curious thing I got was an aisle full of translated detective stories. Seriously? Of all the great English literature, you guys just dig Agatha Christie and Arthur Conan Doyle, huh? Do you know that Shakespeare became very popular in Germany and a cornerstone of their literature as early as the 18th century?

    And on the French side we all know their greatest export Rimbaud and Verlaine were lovers. Anybody made a big fuss about that? I read Musset’s Confession of a Child of the Century a year ago and it was an absolute masterpiece. I recommend you read it. I mentioned it in my journal that it’s a parallel to our story. I’d like to hear what you think.

    […]

    Ever read Seducer’s Diary by Kierkegaard? That’s an equally interesting interpretation of you as Musset’s Octave and Brigette. Either way I profess my lack of interests in you.

    Gyuri Lohmuller
  • Game Meat

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    Mar 14

    Turandot may seem to place too much emphasis on cruelty.

    — Platov, February 25th, 2026

    Jinjin Sun, Dogaresse

    You could almost say that by a fair standard of evaluation the way men from other cultures treat their women (and in extension, me) are highly psychopathic. […] Like what good are they? Coming into my life mucking things up wasting my time and fucking up the world.

    — Salisa to Henry, March 13th, 2026


    Why don’t you two duel it out and whoever wins gets me? Why is this my problem I still don’t understand.

    — Salisa to Anton, March 11th, 2026

    Jerome-Martin Langlois, Cassandra Imploring the Vengeance of Minerva Against Ajax

    And remember that by continuing to act this way – by hurting and abusing me so casually or helplessly – you are giving your friends ammunition and a very valid cause for the official vacating of your post. It would demoralise the entire chain of command if it could be perceived that your friend is acting entirely out of pure selfish interests and for personal intimate reasons and feelings for a girl by getting rid of you. That’s a bad look, isn’t it? Especially for someone with that kind of office? Fighting over a girl and abusing his authority? But here you are legitimising that order of liquidation all on your own. No one can fault me for not trying. I’ve done my best for you. I’ve got my closure. And no one can fault him for finally doing something about it. Or for all your friends doing something about it. You think your friends are all stressed out over taking a hit from my friends? If anything they are way giddy over it. It’s not a show of force, but a show of support and solidarity, you know that right? As in, it’s unanimous.. “We know you all want to get rid of him. Do it. Here we are on the other side clamouring for the same thing. Giving you cause for doing it. Just do it”.

    — Salisa to Anton, March 5th, 2026

    Ricardo Celma

    I guess one truth to be gleaned from it all once the dust settles: Is it really deep love? Hot burning want? Mad manic desire? Or simply frivolous sentiments and showy romantic rivalry in the face of listless boredom that comes with unimaginable wealth and power? Surely there are much simpler ways to attract a woman. Less deadlier, less bombastic, less costly. It’s all grandstanding, you see. And not the desperate want of me. But I’m sure they’re all self-satisfied in how they went about it.

    It’s the love of the game, as they say. When you’re in it for the game, you don’t much care about the prize.

    — Salisa to Henry, March 14th, 2026

  • 🥊🐸💍👰🏻🍌

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    Feb 9

    A: “We can talk about something else. The Superbowl?”

    S: “Yeah, who’s performing”

    A: “Bad Bunny”

    — Anton & Salisa, early-mid January, 2026

    https://youtu.be/G6FuWd4wNd8?si=sFoymHcXNtlbJIuX

  • Is that what the frog is?

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    Feb 9

    He’s not saying that he’s secretly French?

    You’re thinking of “The Frog Prince” 🐸👑

    The Short Version

    A spoiled young princess meets a frog who promises to retrieve her lost golden ball from a well. In return, she agrees to let him be her companion.

    She keeps the promise very reluctantly.

    Later:

    • The frog insists on:
      • eating from her plate
      • sleeping on her pillow
    • Disgusted and angry, she either:
      • throws the frog against a wall (in the original Grimm version 😬), or
      • kisses him (a later, softer retelling)

    The spell breaks — the frog turns into a handsome prince who was cursed by a witch.

    They marry, happily ever after, etc.


    Jul 28 ––––––– Other Exhibitions

    ’Open the door, my princess dear,
    Open the door to thy true love here!
    And mind the words that thou and I said
    By the fountain cool, in the greenwood shade.’

    Then the princess ran to the door and opened it, and there she saw the frog, whom she had quite forgotten. At this sight she was sadly frightened, and shutting the door as fast as she could, came back to her seat. The king, her father, seeing that something had frightened her, asked her what was the matter. ’There is a nasty frog,’ said she, ’at the door, that lifted my ball for me out of the spring this morning: I told him that he should live with me here, thinking that he could never get out of the spring; but there he is at the door, and he wants to come in.’

    While she was speaking the frog knocked again at the door, and said:

    ’Open the door, my princess dear,
    Open the door to thy true love here!
    And mind the words that thou and I said
    By the fountain cool, in the greenwood shade.’

    Then the king said to the young princess, ’As you have given your word you must keep it; so go and let him in.’ She did so, and the frog hopped into the room, and then straight on–tap, tap–plash, plash– from the bottom of the room to the top, till he came up close to the table where the princess sat. ’Pray lift me upon chair,’ said he to the princess, ’and let me sit next to you.’


    Oct 25 ––––––– Horror Night #1


    Aug 31 ––––––– In That Light… I See You

    Multiple frogs!!

  • Useless Motion, Universal Tragedies

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    Jan 16

    “There’s something vile in the tendency of feeble men to make universal tragedies out of the sad comedies of their private woes.”

    Fernando Pessoa

    — Henry to Salisa, November 6th, 2025

    Satisfied with dreams only when I’m not dreaming, satisfied with the world only when I’m dreaming far away from it. A swinging pendulum, back and forth, forever moving to arrive nowhere, eternally captive to the twin fatality of a centre and a useless motion.

    — Fernando Pessoa

    Salisa to Anton, today:

    Too bad […] is never going to see the light of day. I would have gotten to know you and through it develop some kind of fondness or familiarity which was why I started it. You blew it for some reason not clear to anyone including your friends. But does anything you or I have done up to this point matter to you at all? Are there any considerations of anything in the past, any continuity, any coherence, any centre I can work with? Nope. You’re just a small child doing whatever he wishes at any stupid moment. Clinging on to his toys and his ideas. Which is why I said to you: it all doesn’t matter. Nothing ever did matter with you and nothing will, including you, me, or us. It’s just a fantasy game looping in your head. It’s not real to you. It never has any value, hence you don’t care about anything that happens. You see, care grounds us in the world, but you have no care in the world so why does anything matter? It all doesn’t matter. Nothing’s going to change with you or me. Your men stopped rooting for you a long while ago. Someone else will swoop me because they can see you are hopeless and pointless – all this ultimately pointless and never going to amount to anything. […]

    I know I should be trying harder with you. Forget what you did or said, suck it up and do or be whatever you demand me to do or be. But you see, things matter with me and to me. They have weight, shape, significance, history, potentiality. They just matter and I remember and then act accordingly. You are better off with someone as frivolous as you are. No substance, barely scaffolding. Someone just as hopeless, pointless, and useless. […]

    All you need to do, right now, is tell me when you’re coming so we can meet. And then come. Why do you think I’ve been pushing us to meet? You said to influence you, perhaps. No, you fuck, it’s to stop the carnage around us for which you are in large part directly and solely responsible. The longer we drag this on, the higher the risks, the higher the collateral. But of course, why would you understand anything and who could blame you? You are actually Lenny from Mice and Men, you know, which is why I don’t pity you. […]

    There, I just called your highly revered and feared commander (to not get any wires crossed – Anton here) Lenny from Mice and Men. Come on, hit me boys. Or hit Berlin again for all I fucking care.

    I know you will all think: how needless all this is. Why does this keep happening? Why can’t we put a stop to it? Why is it the same script over and over and over? Now you know the answer: you put Lenny here in a position of authority and so everyone must suffer as a result.

    Congratulations Lenny, you’ve caused, including two more yesterday, thirty four deaths of my countrymen.

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