Space Monkey Pov. This Is The Guy You’re Throwing Your Life Away For?

If they remade fight club Tyler would have a podcast and a soapcoin

Mark Corrigan would have loved fight club. He's so narrator.

I will not accept the propaganda that tyler is incapable of being affectionate ok. him holding narrator in his arms after the car crash was not necessary. he didn't have to start crying after the chemical burn. he is so touchy with narrator in the book. he openly acknowledges that narrator loves him and doesn't seem to be emasculated by it. I don't think it comes very easy to him since his purpose is to be assertive and masculine but he's certainly capable of showing affection for reasons that go beyond just trying to manipulate narrator.... much to think about

'I'm a top" "I'm a bottom' okay??? I'm Jack's raging bile duct??? I'm Jack's cold sweat??? I'm Jack's complete lack of surprise??? I'm Jack's inflamed sense of rejection??? I'm Jack's smirking revenge??? I'm Jack's broken heart???

The whole 'a part of me died with him' concept but literally. After Tyler dies the narrator had huge chunks of memory gone, and unable to remember anything from that period of time Tyler was around.

Narrator going on a plane weeks later, and seeing the fake pamphlets Project Mayhem planted and completely believing them, getting panicked and sweaty at the sight of them, not being able to sleep through the flight like he vaguely remembers being used to.

For months he feels like something has gone, like when you forget a word but he felt it about an entire portion of his life, it was just gone. He sees a woman at an insomniac support group and feels uneasy, like he saw her in a dream somehow. Running out of the room when she calls him 'Tyler', even though he used fake names all the time, and probably had used that one at least once before.

At bars the men call him 'Sir', and 'Mr Durden', and he doesn't understand why- maybe it's the suit, maybe these bruised and bloodied men respect his authority, even though he knew he had lost enough weight over months to just look like a child playing dress-up.

"You look like Chloe" a voice whispered in the back of his skull as he lookedat his nude body, it was a voice that certainly felt like his, but he had no clue anymore. He puts it all down to a lack of sleep. People do crazy things when they're tired enough, he tells himself daily as new oddities pop out.

One day, after considering himself healed enough from what he considers a mental breakdown, he attempts to go back to work, only to get a panicked look from the pretty young receptionist and security called. He doesn't know what happened, but he wasn't working there anymore.

And even the bus driver is calling him 'Sir'.

i should forsake plesures & only eat gruel & drink water

i want tyler to slobber over every inch of narrators face and snake his tongue in his nostrils & it makes the narrator feel violated in ways he didnt know was possible. places a tongue should absolutely not be going. its his way of stimming dont be ableist

Two different types of love

Ladies ladies one at a time!!!!

The level of dysphoria where you have to tell yourself you aren't acting feminine you're just a multifaceted person with different parts and those parts are important to be well rounded

i love the way you never get to reading that thing that interested you