I know nothing’s gonna come of me shitting on Trump voters but they get coddled by the media and they’re voting to kill all of us. I want everyone to have free housing and healthcare, including them, but I’m still fucking pissed that people with a third-grade education have made it so I have to flee the country. I was finally building a life and had a home for myself and I have to chuck that all out because there’s no way the gestapo doesn’t start rounding up trans people in the next few years.
You know, I think despite what I’ve all said, being mad is good. It drives people towards action, it’s just that I’m concerned about what said action is. I don’t want everyone to get trapped in another 2017 #resist spiral, and I don’t want us to fall into the trap of believing that feeding rhetorical owns to the algorithm in the form of content is some kind of valuable praxis. I don’t want everyone to just kind of, have their punches absorbed by this kind of non-newtonian fluid machine that we’ve been met with.
I do agree that they get kind of, coddled by the media, or maybe a better word is, infantilized. Current VP basically wrote a book which basically did just that and rode that to his current position. Of course, you know, it’s impossible to have these kinds of conversations with a lot of them, you know, it’s impossible to have conversations about what’s good to believe in, much less what to believe, much less what’s good, if you’re almost barely capable of talking in the first place.
In any case, I can empathize. I haven’t built anything out of my life, many of my friends haven’t really been afforded the opportunity either, especially those ones which are sort of, compoundingly less fortunate. I really worry that I won’t be able to do anything substantial for my trans friends, you know? I can get them DIY, I can host a couch surfer, but to not be able to really solve these things at any larger level is kind of a motherfucker. It’s depressing enough to look around at your own life and realize that everything is shit, it’s much more depressing to realize that’s also the case for everyone you know and care about, or is worse. I dunno. Depressing note to end on, but I guess that’s how it goes.
I know nothing’s gonna come of me shitting on Trump voters but they get coddled by the media and they’re voting to kill all of us. I want everyone to have free housing and healthcare, including them, but I’m still fucking pissed that people with a third-grade education have made it so I have to flee the country. I was finally building a life and had a home for myself and I have to chuck that all out because there’s no way the gestapo doesn’t start rounding up trans people in the next few years.
You know, I think despite what I’ve all said, being mad is good. It drives people towards action, it’s just that I’m concerned about what said action is. I don’t want everyone to get trapped in another 2017 #resist spiral, and I don’t want us to fall into the trap of believing that feeding rhetorical owns to the algorithm in the form of content is some kind of valuable praxis. I don’t want everyone to just kind of, have their punches absorbed by this kind of non-newtonian fluid machine that we’ve been met with.
I do agree that they get kind of, coddled by the media, or maybe a better word is, infantilized. Current VP basically wrote a book which basically did just that and rode that to his current position. Of course, you know, it’s impossible to have these kinds of conversations with a lot of them, you know, it’s impossible to have conversations about what’s good to believe in, much less what to believe, much less what’s good, if you’re almost barely capable of talking in the first place.
In any case, I can empathize. I haven’t built anything out of my life, many of my friends haven’t really been afforded the opportunity either, especially those ones which are sort of, compoundingly less fortunate. I really worry that I won’t be able to do anything substantial for my trans friends, you know? I can get them DIY, I can host a couch surfer, but to not be able to really solve these things at any larger level is kind of a motherfucker. It’s depressing enough to look around at your own life and realize that everything is shit, it’s much more depressing to realize that’s also the case for everyone you know and care about, or is worse. I dunno. Depressing note to end on, but I guess that’s how it goes.