Josey Pickering
Bio
Autistic, non-binary, queer horror nerd with a lot to say.
Stories (255/0)
Three words, one lifetime.
Every moment ticked by slower than usual, or at least it felt like time was moving like molasses. She always noticed that time really did seem to move faster when you were having fun. Perhaps it was the art of distraction that made time slip through her fingers. Waiting only made time seem as though it were stuck in in quicksand with no help. She fiddled with one of her stim keychains, lightly pressing buttons to try and fill the time and ease her mind.
By Josey Pickering9 days ago in Fiction
The Problem with Poor Things
I feel just as Emma Stone does now when someone reduces Poor Things to merely a movie about sex and nudity. She’s often angered by these accusations, even angered by Jimmy Kimmel’s comments on the film during the Oscars. It’s honestly made me wonder… are people not observant enough for Poor Things? Or is it that hard for them to see life from a perspective that is not their own? A blissful ignorance that makes them loathe what they don’t understand.
By Josey Pickeringabout a month ago in Geeks
- Runner-Up in Love Unraveled Challenge
A Neurodivergent Love StoryRunner-Up in Love Unraveled Challenge
Television and film were the lenses I saw the world though. Being autistic, and not diagnosed until the end of high school, I missed a lot of social cues. Things didn’t stick, but somehow, watching these fictional relationships on screens stuck with me. I was was deeply fixated on movies and TV. I watched Meredith Grey fight for McDreamy, Buffy fight for Angel (and then Spike). Morticia and Gomez Addams got to be morbid and madly in love. I tried so hard to do what any couples in movies and shows did. I often ignored the worst behaviors in my first significant others for hope I’d get the happy ending and cliche 80’s song playoff into the credits sort of thing. When I’d take my mask off and show that I wasn’t just some amalgamation of fictional characters but actually autistic, disaster would strike. I’ve had exes bully me for stimming, the way I moved my hands or needed a baby blanket to fall asleep. I was expected to change myself to be this stereotypical partner and yet they did not put in half the effort I was. I wanted to be like Frankenstein, begging someone to make a match for me. Being autistic made me feel like a monster sometimes anyway, like something to stare at. At least that’s how the rest of the world made me feel. I wanted a love in neon lights and billboards but felt it wasn’t going to ever be mine. A Hollywood dream love seemed so far fetched for someone like me. I kept dreaming. Kept writing up dream scenarios of someone who could love me like Chandler loved Monica.
By Josey Pickering3 months ago in Humans