“Does anything in nature despair except man? An animal with a foot caught in a trap does not seem to despair. It is too busy trying to survive. It is all closed in, to a kind of still, intense waiting. Is this a key? Keep busy with survival. Imitate the trees. Learn to lose in order to recover, and remember that nothing stays the same for long, not even pain, psychic pain. Sit it out. Let it all pass. Let it go.”
— May Sarton. “Journal of a Solitude: The Journals of Mary Sarton”.
Consider:
Victorian England: 1837-1901
American Old West: 1803-1912
Meiji Restoration: 1868-1912
French privateering in the Gulf of Mexico: ended circa 1830
Conclusion: an adventuring party consisting of a Victorian gentleman thief, an Old West gunslinger, a disgraced former samurai, and an elderly French pirate is actually 100% historically plausible.
“Sweet mother, I cannot weave — slender Aphrodite has overcome me with longing for a girl.” - Sappho (tr. Diane Rayor)
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Honestly, the reason monsterfucker discourse is useless is that nobody can agree upon a working definition of “monster”. It could mean anything from “attracted to dudes with pointy teeth” to “wants to somehow get railed by the concept of universal entropy”. All labeling someone a monsterfucker really tells us is that they’re probably a bottom.
Evening Public Ledger, Philadelphia, Pennsylvania, December 11, 1918