The only correct way of eating this is by catapulting across the room.
I now have a stack of paper and no notebook. My hatred. It knows no bound.
Anyone here use Dreamwidth? I’m starting to use it again. How I missed actually being able to have conversations with people, in semi private gathering.
The parallel megaphone screaming of Tumblr have left me forgotten how nice it could be.
I’d swap 1000 reblogs and likes for a single good personal dialogue.
Throw me a PM if you do. I miss that kind of interaction.
I’ve been thinking about misgendering trans* people lately. Specific type of misgendering, the ones where we’ve met the person prior to them coming out, and then we make mistakes out of lazy momentum.
I think for me, it takes the time I know the person in their assigned gender, divide by 4, and that’s how long it takes me to intuitively default switch.
I don’t know if it makes things better to know that more likely than not, the misgendering has absolutely nothing to do with not passing, and everything to do with that lots of people are just really slow with changes. The same inertia laziness that people would press the snooze button and woke up at 3pm.
It’s our problem.
Everything works better with practice. Try this. When you have a spare moment, Think of the person. Try to practice their correct pronoun when their face flash. Every time you see them post something, practice the correct pronoun. Every time you associate something with them, try to practice the right pronoun.
We will still make mistakes because this is what people do. But this really isn’t that much effort and we got to remember that, despite it’s our problem for getting things wrong, chances are we are not the ones ended up feeling invalidated and humiliated.
When we have a queen who is a lesbian and she marries another lady and then decides she would like to have a child and someone donates sperm and she gives birth to a child, is that child heir to the throne?
Yes. Genetically speaking, it is no different from heterosexual, non-incestious offsprings. Your bigger concern should be how incest isn’t a cool thing among royalty anymore.
It would lift my worries about inheritance tax because maybe I’d be allowed to marry my son. Why not? Why shouldn’t a mother marry her daughter? Why shouldn’t two elderly sisters living together marry each other?
Sorry Mr Norman Tebbit, you need to divorce your daughter first before marrying your son.
While there are some cases that pandered to the celebrity culture, overall I’m very impressed with the people selected for NZHerald New Zealander of the Year. Stephen Swart is quite a David and Goliath character, and I do think that the sporting world is cleaner because of him.
The 2009 winner, Lenny Holmwood, is forever going to be the most badass of all badass in the history of badass to me. He deserves his own gushing post one day.
Did the station just played piano acoustic Eye On Me as the elevator music of choice?
"Lee broke into a run" rather than "Lee broke into a ran" as "broke" is already past tense right?
But then it’s, “Jamie felt depressed” rather than “Jamie felt depress” because
Fuck you English language.
I want to read this book but I don’t want to buy it because by paying for it I’m essentially screwing over the writer, who I’d like to support.
This is a new one.
When I write experiences, feelings and record of my own, I am a narcissist.
When I write experiences, feelings and records belong to others, I am an overstepper.
Somehow my work on the visual novel turned into a side project of (lol) autobiographical Twine game. I don’t know if I will be brave enough to release it. Hint, it’s as whingey and self-obsessed as you can expect from me making an autobiographical Twine game.
Someone else identifies as heterosexual transman does not disqualify your identity as homosexual ciswoman. The transman’s confusion and journey upon his identity is not a challenge to your sureness of yours.
There’s enough love going around. Transphobia wins you nothing, but we all lose something along the line.
Then turned out 90% of the places I’m applying to have mandatory photograph policy, or we are disqualified on spot.
I’m actually really cute. Tall, really skinny and blonde. This is me. Please hire me. Etc.
I do have some extremely embarrassing wish-fulfilling.giggle giggle this-is-my-fantasy-ideal-life-that-will-never-happen thoughts. Sometimes I indulge in them. I’m content with that they are nothing more than fantasy and will never happen.
Reading about this clusterfuck is a great way of putting a foot through that fantasy.