This research project took ages, in no small part because respondents took their time getting back to me and often just stopped replying.
My working hypothesis was that the instant mental image of a non-Indic male vegan would be a body type like Moby’s. (I once watched him climb up a drainpipe on the side of a church. He really is that small.) I further hypothesized that male vegans who work out would be vacuum-packed and “fit” rather than flat-out huge. Lo did this come to pass.
The exemplar of this project, my “Internet friend” Jason Richard (q.v.), is the only subject in this cohort who is truly thick and massive. Jason never managed to answer my questions.
While some respondents denied having a conversion moment, by my reading of their responses they all did. That’s consistent with the research (PDF) I read long ago that got these balls rolling in the first place. (There, in my words, subjects “show[ed] a consistent pattern of reflection and a less consistent pattern of would-be vegans upending their lives so they can live with themselves and their moral code.”)
Slavoj Žižek (YouTube) explains what freedom really is, at least to an ethical person.
The tragedy today is that the predominant notion of freedom, which is imposed to us by our ideology, is “freedom of choice.” The model of freedom is… I go to a pâtisserie. There is strawberry cake, chocolate cake, whatever. But I think that freedom at its most radical is something else. It coïncides with its opposite. A true free choice is a choice of something which you choose because in an ethical sense you cannot do it otherwise….
You do it because – I’m sorry for using this pathetic terminology – you do it because you would be ashamed of yourself if you don’t do it. Like, to put it in pathetic terms, you couldn’t look in the mirror into your face for not doing it. You do it because you feel that you have to do it. And such acts are truly free.
The grandly named AwakenedGainz lost his shit at one point. I was asking him and two other respondents about the vacuum-packed/thick-and-huge dichotomy when, at that moment, one of the Instagram musclegays I will shortly tell you all about posted a picture (shown here). (This musclegay weighs 251 pounds, and would be an army of one if I weren’t able to point you to a musclegay who, while a bit lighter, is more muscular and more hirsute.)
“Oddly sexual” and “weird” (twice) were the panicked responses from AwakenedGainz, whose stated weight (233) could not possibly be correct based on his pictures.
Vegan lifters’ near-universal observation that a masculine man is one who, in essence, walks softly and carries a big stick is consistent with fighters’ and martial artists’ imperturbability and constitutional unwillingness to get into a shoving match or worse. Given the capacity to cause harm, our refusal to do so makes us better than you.
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The foregoing posting appeared on Joe Clark’s personal Weblog on 2018.11.29 13:20. This presentation was designed for printing and omits components that make sense only onscreen. (If you are seeing this on a screen, then the page stylesheet was not loaded or not loaded properly.) The permanent link is: https://blog.fawny.org/2018/11/29/vlp-notes/
Three “CD MP3 Players” by RioVolt were supported, one pictured here.
For shits and giggles, plug an iPhone XS Max and a U2 iPod and an HP iPod into current-generation iTunes on a brand-new Macintosh and see what happens. Next try one of these cœlecanths.
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The foregoing posting appeared on Joe Clark’s personal Weblog on 2018.11.26 14:42. This presentation was designed for printing and omits components that make sense only onscreen. (If you are seeing this on a screen, then the page stylesheet was not loaded or not loaded properly.) The permanent link is: https://blog.fawny.org/2018/11/26/nonipod/
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The foregoing posting appeared on Joe Clark’s personal Weblog on 2018.11.25 12:17. This presentation was designed for printing and omits components that make sense only onscreen. (If you are seeing this on a screen, then the page stylesheet was not loaded or not loaded properly.) The permanent link is: https://blog.fawny.org/2018/11/25/911s/
RealJock.com, a name that is too on the nose by far, is a tumbleweed-strewn, technically backward, almost unreadable homosexualist discussion site for “jocks.” As not many of us are thus describable, RealJock’s demographic is self-limiting. And the site is barely used – so much so that most postings are listed as deriving from a “Hidden/Deleted Member.”
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The foregoing posting appeared on Joe Clark’s personal Weblog on 2018.11.19 14:42. This presentation was designed for printing and omits components that make sense only onscreen. (If you are seeing this on a screen, then the page stylesheet was not loaded or not loaded properly.) The permanent link is: https://blog.fawny.org/2018/11/19/rjgreatesthits1/
According to lore, Stevie Nicks showed up to a Night of a Thousand Stevies (not an early one and not a Night after it stopped being cool), entered the contest, then lost.
“One day I’m going to show up, and they are not going to know it, because I’m going to be dressed as the best Stevie ever,” she says. “I will be unrecognizably fantastic until I go up on stage and take the mic and burst into ‘Edge of Seventeen’ and blow everyone away.”
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The foregoing posting appeared on Joe Clark’s personal Weblog on 2018.11.19 13:40. This presentation was designed for printing and omits components that make sense only onscreen. (If you are seeing this on a screen, then the page stylesheet was not loaded or not loaded properly.) The permanent link is: https://blog.fawny.org/2018/11/19/stevies/
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Whitman [q.v.] hit upon the idea of exercising his limbs by bending young trees (“my natural gymnasia,” he called them)…. “After I wrestle with the tree awhile, I can feel its young sap and virtue welling up out of the ground and tingling through me from crown to toe, like health’s wine.” […]
Whitman’s nursing during the war had opened him to love. It changed his life. We find no relationships before the war like those he later established with Doyle or with Stafford: Intense, articulated, and long-lasting. And yet, so opened he was also wounded. Something needing cure appeared in his blood. “To touch my person to some one else’s is about as much as I can stand.” It is the sadness of this life that Whitman could not cure himself with a human love. A baffled animal, he turned back to his trees in the end. But as he confides to us before he tells his tale of Timber Creek, “after you have exhausted what there is in business, politics, conviviality, love, and so on – have found that none of these finally satisfy, or permanently wear – what remains? Nature remains….”
Beyond the sadness of this life lies its genius, that Whitman was able to find the give-and-take to heal him, to find a green-force to overcome the blood’s decay. He never married his unlettered boy, but he accepted virtue from an even more unlettered nature and gave it speech.
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The foregoing posting appeared on Joe Clark’s personal Weblog on 2018.11.10 18:41. This presentation was designed for printing and omits components that make sense only onscreen. (If you are seeing this on a screen, then the page stylesheet was not loaded or not loaded properly.) The permanent link is: https://blog.fawny.org/2018/11/10/baffledanimal/
The grandly named AwakenedGainz lost his shit at one point. I was asking him and two other respondents about the vacuum-packed/thick-and-huge dichotomy when, at that moment, one of the Instagram musclegays I will shortly tell you all about posted a picture (shown here). (This musclegay weighs 251 pounds, and would be an army of one if I weren’t able to point you to a musclegay who, while a bit lighter, is more muscular and more hirsute.)
Three “CD MP3 Players” by RioVolt were supported, one pictured here.
