another question that gets me is… would u be friends with your parents if they were your not your parents/ were the age you are now?? hard to tell bc who knows what they were really like at 20 something but….. we wonder. and we wonder and wonder.
the stress of everyday life is overriding my sense of humanity again so i am once again playing “everyone’s first day” to readjust my empathy levels. the rules are simple: for every stranger i interact with, i pretend it’s their first day at their job. it makes me appreciate how much tacit knowledge everyone around me has learned and applies, and imagining how they fared in the beginning - how i would have fared - makes me see everyone as a singular person full of life experience again instead of an environment i fight my way through. the coffee shop employee making my order makes it quickly despite a huge menu, its impressive they memorised that on their first day. the bus driver gets us there safely and memorised all the routes and still nods at me in approval, and that’s all on his first day! and the person who ran into me without apologizing is just in a hurry, wouldn’t wanna be late on their first day. and after a while, you realize that all that is still true on a second day or the hundredth, and even if you give up the pretense the forgiveness stays. try it some time!
if you want a job just go down to the port and approach the captain of any merchant vessel for one. he’ll laugh because you’re barely a lad of 14, and he’ll ask if you can handle a mop. you will say “aye sir and i can cook some, too.” the first night a fell wind blows. the waters rise over the decks to take you. it’s the first foul omen on a cursed voyage. these days, you can be 25 and if you go down to the wharf the captain will tell you “we only take applications online now” “have you a need for a navigator?” you’ll ask. but they do that with computers too
I think that all terfs who call themselves “females” should watch this video
Video transcript:
This is page 45 in the book “Females” by Andrea Long Chu.
In the United States the man known as the father of gynecology, J. Marion Sims, built the field in the antebellum South, operating on enslaved women in his backyard, often without anesthesia — or, of course, consent. As C. Riley Snorton has recently documented, the distinction between biological females and women as a social category, far from a neutral scientific observation, developed precisely in order for the captive black woman to be recognized as female — making Sims’s research applicable to his women patients in polite white society — without being granted the status of social and legal personhood. Sex was produced, in other words, precisely at the juncture where gender was denied. In this sense, a female has always been less than a person.
Acknowledgement of this, however, would require terfs to give a fuck about black women. Which they never do.
“sex was produced precisely at the juncture where gender was denied.” interesting that the mentality that was developed to deny black women bodily autonomy is now also being used to deny trans people bodily autonomy. bigots love to say that you aren’t your gender: you are your SEX.
the idea that an entire person’s identity, life, and freedoms can be reduced to a physiological trait has been, and still is being, used to justify violence against people of color, disabled people, and queer people alike.
by the way i’m the reason why they send weathermen into hurricanes and shit. “it’s needless and dangerous!!!!!” i don’t care. every day i call into CNN and demand they send their most pathetic newscaster into a storm to watch them be knocked down by wave and wind and they sigh and say yes ma'am. and i do this all for nasty, sexual purposes, if you were wondering.
