My parents are accepting. My new hair stylist is accepting. We all know what I mean when I say accepting. I mean of trans people, and me in particular. And they really are, it’s not just that they grin and bear it or put up with it for my sake, no, they really do accept trans people.
But they are afraid of being political. Not all the time. They have distinct opinions, explicitly political ones that they hold dear. But my hair stylist was saying she has a client who is a conservative retired cop and she loves him, he’s great. Her tattoo artist is also a conservative man and she likes him too. I think “what’s that like, being able to do that? To be able to like someone you know is conservative and keep them in your life? How do you tolerate the presence of someone whose dispassionate political opinions are my death sentence? Where, where is your spine?”
I say nothing because it would be attacking a straw man. She only said conservative, not in what ways. Maybe they just like going to Church and the legal fiction that children are property of their parents.
My dad asked me to read a blog post of his. He has a travel blog. He asked if it seemed political. It’s about his recent trip to a National Park that is along the Mexico-Texas border and how easy it was to cross, how open, and how it contrasted with what you hear and expect from the news. Does his post seem political? I said of course it does. How could anything seem apolitical anymore? But he wants to come across as if he doesn’t have an opinion, because conservative people read his blog and it would be a hassle if they didn’t like him. That’s not what he says but that’s what it boils down to.
When push comes to shove, my father is not a coward. But when it is only push, or not even push yet, apparently he is.
I don’t even know what to say. It’s been a long day and I’m tired. The fascist surge is enabled by polite people.
ppl who werent changed forever by youre gonna go far kid by the offspring when they were like 11 and insanely impressionable you just cant understand me
The important thing is that Marcille did not learn to blaspheme against the natural order to save her girlfriend. She just happened to have studied the art of spitting in God’s eye for wholly unrelated reasons, and when the opportunity by chance arose to employ that skill in service of girlfriend-saving, she was ready.
i have control issues, mommy issues, adhd and im a perfectionist, it wasnt a question of IF i would develop an ED it was more of a WHEN would i develop it
This is going to be a doozy, but here’s how this one’s going to go. TL;DR: whether I’m using Lancers in the Dark (for LANCER RPG Roleplays) or Blades in the Dark (for pretty much everything else), the basics of the system will be described below.
