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All thanks to a singular troll, whose name I shan't mention lest he get more ego boost from seeing me type that name again. All done with that.


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  • 22:52 Bad day. Tomorrow will be better, though, and I got free dinner, including gravy-laden, tender beef roast. :) #

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If you can watch Hugh Laurie's song Mystery without being amused, there is something wrong with you.

That's all for now, folks.
Who is your favorite lady detective from movies, books, or TV?

Well, duh. Miss Marple.

Miss Marple's is one of the primary reasons I felt any confidence at all about interacting with people in general. I grew up in a backwater shithole that had a population of 50; out of those fifty people, perhaps half a dozen were under the age of 30, and out of those, I was the youngest that was able to speak.

And a fifty-population town doesn't exactly see any turnover in terms of people moving in and out, yanno?

It was a cluster of farmers and a couple of kids older than I and more than ever, I was withdrawn into books. And of course Poirot was fabulously intelligent, someone I aspired to be in a way -- but Poirot was fabulously intelligent. It was apparent that he had worked at what he did, but had honed talents that few of us truly ever have in great supply.

But Miss Marple was the reason I didn't think living in that backwater shithole would permanently prevent me from understanding human beings. I hardly had any around me -- but the demonstration, ably on her part in general, of abstracting how people are from the evidences of smaller social phenomena...this was so, so valuable to me.

I never read Nancy Drew; I ended up avoiding a lot of "girl" things for reasons I'm not going to discuss in this post. Scooby-Doo just seemed surrealist to me (though I didn't know the word at the time). But Miss Marple seemed to be confident doing things in the real world, even though she was a visitor to it and not a citizen.

I didn't know if I'd ever be a citizen of the world at large -- it's still a little up in the air! -- but I've visited, and I know I can do okay for myself. The Miss Marple Principle provides, I can say with certainty. :)

Peace And Love (And Hope...Why Not?)

I am the girl kicked out of her home because I confided in my mother that I am a lesbian.
I am the prostitute working the streets because nobody will hire a transsexual woman.
I am the sister who holds her gay brother tight through the painful, tear-filled nights.
We are the parents who buried our daughter long before her time.
I am the man who died alone in the hospital because they would not let my partner of twenty-seven years into the room.
I am the foster child who wakes up with nightmares of being taken away from the two fathers who are the only loving family I have ever had. I wish they could adopt me.
I am one of the lucky ones, I guess. I survived the attack that left me in a coma for three weeks, and in another year I will probably be able to walk again.
I am not one of the lucky ones. I killed myself just weeks before graduating high school. It was simply too much to bear.
We are the couple who had the realtor hang up on us when she found out we wanted to rent a one-bedroom for two men.
I am the person who never knows which bathroom I should use if I want to avoid getting the management called on me.
I am the mother who is not allowed to even visit the children I bore, nursed, and raised. The court says I am an unfit mother because I now live with another woman.
I am the domestic-violence survivor who found the support system grow suddenly cold and distant when they found out my abusive partner is also a woman.
I am the domestic-violence survivor who has no support system to turn to because I am male.
I am the father who has never hugged his son because I grew up afraid to show affection to other men.
I am the home-economics teacher who always wanted to teach gym until someone told me that only lesbians do that.
I am the man who died when the paramedics stopped treating me as soon as they realized I was transsexual.
I am the person who feels guilty because I think I could be a much better person if I didn’t have to always deal with society hating me.
I am the man who stopped attending church, not because I don't believe, but because they closed their doors to my kind.
I am the person who has to hide what this world needs most, love.

~*~Repost this in your journal if you believe homophobia is wrong.~*~

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From the Diane Schroer decision paper

Imagine that an employee is fired because she converts from Christianity to Judaism. Imagine too that her employer testifies that he harbors no bias toward either Christians or Jews but only "converts." That would be a clear case of discrimination "because of religion." No court would take seriously the notion that "converts" are not covered by the statute. Discrimination "because of religion" easily encompasses discrimination because of a change of religion. But in cases where the plaintiff has changed her sex, and faces discrimination because of the decision to stop presenting as a man and to start appearing as a woman, courts have traditionally carved such persons out of the statute by concluding that "transsexuality" is unprotected by Title VII. In other words, courts have allowed their focus on the label "transsexual" to blind them to the statutory language itself.
Best argument I've ever heard, and the reference to freedom of religion is a perfectly drawn one, IMHO. And even if it's not something you personally would agree with, you've got to admit it sounds compelling to an Average Citizen, or even a Reasonable Judge.