I remember in late 2019/early 2020 this series of articles meant everything to me because for the first time I got to read REAL stories where trans women were the main love interest. Thank you @DianaTourjee for these please check them out if you can. https://vice.com/en/topic/men-who-love-trans-women…
Haven't opened this in 3 months. Felt like speaking to the virtual world.
Loving kindness is a superpower. We all possess it.
Be gentle. Let the day pass. Beware of trying to turn a universe to your will—there is born is the spawnpool of pain futile and contagious.
and like what's wrong with being a warrior? A social justice warrior. I mean just look at the definitions of those words, come on.
It's so weird that people are like super proud of themselves to be opposed to social justice lol
So if you're not into social justice then you must think helping Grandma is like totally pathetic and evil or something.
And that's just a really weird position to take.
It's like making fun of someone for helping there elderly grandmother up some stairs or something.
But like social justice is objectively more important than that, because it impacts so many people.
You know what's weird?
That so many people use social justice or we are or just even the concept of social justice pejoratively, as if it's an insult.
It's like really weird because social justice is like just something that is obviously very positive and cool.
I wasn't disappointed to learn that it was all made up. But I was very very unhappy that no fireman appeared.
I literally told Satan he could have my immortal soul if he answered that prayer for me.
That is a very generous offer, no way Satan would have turned that down.
Being a child, believing this stuff was literally true, it wasn't a casual decision to ask the devil for anything.
But I was hormonal and I really wanted a fireman to fuck me. So I built up the courage to ask him for it.
I remember being like both really nervous & excited.
The thing that finally made me realize it wasn't true happened when I was like 13.
I prayed to Satan to make a hot fireman appear in my bedroom & fuck me.
Because like, that's a prayer Satan would totally answer. And keep in mind I like actually believe that this shit was real.
True story:
I was raised very Christian and genuinely believed it for years.
Lots of things happened that made me question my faith, like God not answering my prayers. But Christian have clever answers for that one.
Just a friendly reminder about my belief that hell is a violent concept and that it is useful to think about whether or not you can really come up with a good reason why teaching it to kids is not child abuse. The more you know :-)
Is hell not child abuse because it's a religious belief?
If so, could once simply tell child services that it is their religious belief that their child will be chained to a furnace if they're bad?
that has probably caused quite a lot of harm to transgender people. so I like the idea of turning the issue around, to ask if the LGBT has earned its name. it repositions transgender people as equal, distinct, and autonomous, not some pitiable, invisible class asking for scraps.
symbols have awesome power. "LGBT" signifies something to billions of people, and as long as it serves the purpose of the people operating under it, it doesn't matter if what it signifies is true.
the LGBT movement (whatever that is) gains a lot by having the word transgender within it. the sequence of letters produce a powerful symbol of unity. that symbol enables the movement to advance its agenda because it is simple and easy for outsiders to understand.
this is a rethinking of the way the LGBT movement has failed transgender people: rather than asking when it will start including us, what if we questioned it's authority to use our name?
we know less than we imagine. macro discourse is bloated by concepts and ideals, things that aren't like reality, however important they may or may not be to discuss. we would be wise to remember what we do not know, lest our ideas replace what's really happening.
and anyway, we don't need to replicate these incommunicable happenings to connect with others. we simply need to acknowledge the obvious truth that if one has this burden, so do we all.
now how could people who share something so similar ever believe themselves to be alone?
our destiny may be to live alone with ourselves. though this is a maddening, even a cruel feature of the mortal coil, it is ultimately only one thing: acceptable.
sharing such a naked image of our inner selves requires great humility or else true desperation, and still, no matter how careful our efforts, we can only ever make a pale simulacrum.
what profound loneliness. will we ever be really seen and known by anyone but ourselves?
this post is an acknowledgment of the unavoidably invisible, often overwhelming emotional experiences that occur when we are alone, the hidden moments that reveal crucial information about we who are yet can only occur when it is certain they will never be seen.
I love DS3 pvp. I'm a member of Aldrich Faithful, & soon as I'm summoned to Irithyl I hide against a wall & cast Chameleon to look like a statue.
Then I just wait for the host player to die by other means. I happily sit here as long as ,it takes.
I have a very good pvp record!
He sees that the player is intent on killing Pontiff, and coming for Aldritch—Now that he knows the player is an enemy of the abyss, he believes Rosaria is in danger, and kills her to save her soul from us.
Naturally, he hides it in Anor Londo, in Gwynevere's ancient bedchamber.
By DS3, Rosaria has been turned to the dark by Aldritch and Klimpt. Her powers of fertility now corrupted.
Leonard kills Rosaria to retrieve her soul after the player progresses into Anor Lando, where Aldritch is currently devouring Gwyndolin.
Why?
Like Gwynevere's illusion in DS1, Rosaria is an extremely large woman laying on a bed, her breasts exposed.
She is cradling maggot-hybrid person—her child, Ocelot.
The process of rebirth she offers her followers eventually leads to becoming this deformed being.
Rosaria came to the Cathedral of The Deep, where Saint Aldritch fell to the Deep.
Rosaria is the Mother of Rebirth, a parallel to fertility, and she transforms her followers, as she and Oceiros transformed their children in their experiments.
The Queen left with the first born, where did she go? What was the Queen's name?
She was Gwynevere (the soul of Gwynevere) but her name was Rosaria, The Queen of Lothric.
King of Lothric Oceiros was so obsessed with the pursuit of harnessing immortality by studying dragons and experimenting, he was physically transformed into a dragon like being.
His children, the Twin Princes, are deformed and cursed as a result. His other child, Ocelot, is gone
Gwynevere is the Queen of Lothric, and an immortal heir would mean an immortal God, someone who could relink the flame forever, maintaining the power of the Old God's without needing to trick undead humans into doing it anymore.
Dark Souls Lore/headcanon
In DS1, fertility goddess Gwynevere left Anor Londo.
In DS3, the unnamed Queen of Lothric, known as a goddess of fertility, left w her firstborn.
The Lothric Dynasty was obsessed w producing an immortal heir to link the flame. Why?
For the record, I don't believe her article had anything to do w the layoff. As a writer, criticism of my work is expected and welcome, whether I agree with it or not.
I hate to see fighting between the girls, it's not what we need, and I won't be part of it.