compostgoblin

Grass may be green, but I wouldn’t call a golf course a ‘green space’. Between the amount of pesticide and fertilizer they use, and the fact that it’s a monoculture, a golf course is pretty much an ecological dead zone.

But, but, they’re the Good Guys™®©!

Yep! Realizing thoughts like those were actually dysphoria is big part of what cracked my egg

I just finished Yes You Are Trans Enough by Mia Violet, and now I’ve started both The Sapling Cage by Margaret Killjoy and Filterworld by Kyle Chayka

Nice, I love Jason Pargin! If you haven’t read it yet, I really enjoyed I’m Starting To Worry About This Black Box of Doom

If I have the time and space, oil paint. It can be finicky, but you also have so much control over the medium

And it’s not like she’s running for re-election, there’s no reason she shouldn’t take the gloves off

An extremely disappointing lack of leadership from our Governor, imo. You’d think she, of all people, understands the importance of fighting back.

A cursory search tells me ‘no, not yet’

I’m trans too. I’m still closeted, though, and now I’m getting scared that I’ll never be able to transition. They’re restricting gender-affirming care for minors right now, but it feels like a small step for them to ban it for adults too. And I have ADHD and take antidepressants- I’m starting to be genuinely worried that they might put me in a camp. What do we do? Where can we go that is safe?

I am trying to ignore it. It’s like all the worst fears I could have coming true. The richest man in the world, a naked fascist and virulent transphobe, is gobbling up all the sensitive data the government has and is feeding it to AI so he can tear down the government and usher in techno-feudalism.

Meanwhile, I still have to go to work and pretend that everything is fine and normal, while the government is trying to define trans people out of existence, help Israel ethnically cleanse Palestine, and threaten every ally we’ve had.

I want to leave, but it’s extraordinarily difficult to uproot your life, and there’s no guarantee that finding a viable way to move elsewhere is going to happen.

So I’m just trying to imagine myself as a tiny individual, trying to hide from the brutality and eke out a good life with my little resources and community, and pray that whatever happens doesn’t happen to me directly.

Maybe I should be out protesting - I feel like I should - but there isn’t a mass movement right now, and there’s no leverage in government to stop them. So things are feeling pretty bleak right now.

Ah yes, the superhuman ability to make my living space a mess