Some nerds were doing that thing where 40k fans are like “OH NO SEXZ IS HERESY!” when it’s pretty definitively not and is basically one of the only things in 40k that isn’t heretical (as long as you’re not doing evil slannesh shit) and it got me thinking about repression of sex under “in bad country regimes”.
And a whoooooooooooooooooooooooooole fucking thing in 1984 was how liberating and humanizing it was that the author’s grungy middle aged self-insert was boning a 19 year old member of the Junior Anti-Sex League, and, like… America has several thousand different Junior Anti-Sex League and I’m not sure if the USSR ever had any? Like, yeah, maybe they did, but under capitalism Americans have literally convinced themselves they’ll go to hell if they see a tiddy and the English famously just hate joy. So what the fuck was Orwell trying to critique with his “Junior Anti-Sex League” in spoooooky Stalinist England?
Hell yeah. I was orks too. I had whole killa cans made out of nothing but sprue and random gubbinz. Like half of my army was made of of non-ork bitz, sprue, random stuff in the bottom of my toolbox, and non-GW plastic. I liked that the rules for how to build orks was just “Go nuts as long as something is painted green” so I had tons of fun building boyz with big shields of styrene for my armored orks, kitbashing trucks, sticking bits from other model lines in weird places. I’m not even sure they’d let that army in the door at a GW shop anymore.
I squee’d a little when this person popped up in a darktide game.