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.
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.
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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.
So I am turning to you folks. Collectively, you have a pile of brainpower that I am asking to tap.
Theoretically, I could get a second job. Realistically, if it's not within walking distance of my current job, I'm going to have to take a taxi to and from the work. (And if it's within walking distance, I still have to take a taxi home.) I'm thinking this rules out most second job possibilities, because working 15-20 hours at the local grocery place is still going to cost me 10$ a night. I'd be spending maybe 1/3 to 1/2 of what I was making, which is a touch counterproductive.
I can't get extra hours at work -- right now volume's gone into the toilet.
I'm starting to think I have to figure out how to work from home or find some way to sell my blood (which, unfortunately, I'm pretty sure isn't terribly likely either -- I'm AB negative.)
So. Suggestions from anybody are very, very welcome.
- Mood:strapped
And then shall the Great Flood Of Yammering commence to all... ;P
- Mood:anticipatory
A wonderful painting is the result of the feeling in your fingers. If you have the feeling of the thickness of the ink in your brush, the painting is already there before you paint. When you dip your brush into the ink you already know the result of your drawing, or else you cannot paint. So before you do something, "being" is there, the result is there. Even though you look as if you were sitting quietly, all your activity, past and present, is included, and the result of your sitting is also already there. - D.T. SuzukiWell put. :)
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| You rarely get angry and it takes a lot to make you angry, however you are sensitive about what others think of you. Your concern about rejection and ridicule cause you to feel shy and uncomfortable around others. You are easily embarrassed and often feel ashamed. Your fears that others will criticize or make fun of you are exaggerated and unrealistic, but your awkwardness and discomfort may make these fears a self-fulfilling prophecy. You tend not to talk much and prefer to let others control the activities of groups. Familiar routines are good, but sometimes you like to spice up your life with a bit of adventure or activity. You dislike confrontations and are perfectly willing to compromise or to deny your own needs in order to get along with others, however you believe that a certain amount of deception in social relationships is necessary. You are guarded in new relationships and less willing to openly reveal the whole truth about yourself. You take your time when making decisions and will deliberate on all the possible consequences and alternatives. |
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I spent a large part of the weekend trying to clean and failing. Today, I spent it succeeding.
It's been a good morning. I know more about why I am afraid to handle things. I have gotten back into this much easier than the past few times I've tried. I think, honestly, that I'm on my way to getting the apartment the way I want it.
Which will mean that A: I will let myself have friends over! and B: I will like being home more.
I tend to be kind of...absent, even when I get home. Cleaning is simply not something my mind says is feasible or worthwhile.
My mind doesn't have only one opinion, and my heart has a different one anyway.
It's a good day so far, and I even think it might improve. XD
Even if I were able to get a lot of money and have an operation, I would never have a little boy. Mrs. Strickland did not know how happy she was. It was part of being Mrs. Strickland not to know how happy she was. If she did not take it all for granted, she would not be herself; she would be like me pretending to be Mrs. Strickland. In her bedroom there would be drawers and drawers and a wardrobe full of clothes. She could choose what she would wear. All the time she was dressed up, but for her it was not dressing up; it was just being herself. There was day after day of being a woman. When she went into a room the gentlemen stood up. When she went to wet she had to sit down. She had no choice. She was always a woman.
If she ever woke up to find that she was Roy Clark, the shock would cause her mind to leave her body, and she would have to be taken to Ward Nine to live with the old men. She would be fortunate if her mind never returned to her body. And all the time I would be Mrs. Strickland. I would have her clothes. No one would ever know. I would have to be very careful at first until I learned all about her. I would have to find out about her past life by questioning, without it being known that I was questioning. Dr. Strickland would make love to me.
-- from I Want What I Want, by Geoff Brown
Nearly-free goods permit waste and experimentation, which breed new options for that good, which increase its abundance and lower its price, which generate more new options, which permit further novelty. And so on. These loops work on each other, compounding the effects between techniques and goods, and supercharging the entire ecology of technologies with an unstoppable momentum towards the free and towards unleashing new capabilities and possibilities. - Kevin Kelly, Technology Wants To Be Free
This is one of those articles I wish I had written. The concept outlined, that things with fixed utility have prices that tend to approach zero in terms of actual value (not dollar value), is one that tickled my noodle a few years ago, but I never quite managed to make that come together into words in my head. It would seem to provoke a concept of utility inflation, where things with only X utility become worth less and less each passing day.
It opens three questions in my mind -- what philosophical implications does that have, what effect on the markets and therefore technological developments will that have, and how can I find a way to make money from my understanding of this concept?
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daltong graciously provided me one of her sweetie's codes, and I was off and running.Then came basic accounts.
Then came Sixapart.
Then came SUP.
Now comes this day. I'm definately taking the day off for March 21st...but more than that, I am seriously considering just moving the whole damn ball of wax.
Note that I said considering. Nothing's written in stone, 'specially on the Intarweb.
Okay, excitement's over. :D
Which means that, since my Interest-Like-Detector is busted, I may not realize I do not like those people for great long lengths of time.
This spells trouble, because...well, I'm pretty sure that it's trouble. I am not sure why, although I suspect strongly that it is. >.>
That plus one of the internal flatwires that connected all of them, and I have 12 batteries for my little BT headset! :D
AAAA batteries in a pair are normally around six dollars. I bought the package of two nine-volt batteries for that price and got six times as many!
XD I always love science, but it's times like these that I lurrrrrrve t3h sc13nCe!
Translation: Two weeks to go before Not Generally Feeling Crappy kicks in.*
* I do know that Pills Aren't Required To Feel Good. I also know that it works for me. Please don't haul out a bunch of things about how I shouldn't be taking X or Y. I know that I shouldn't. I also shouldn't hate myself, want to die all the time, and constantly consider everything I do a failure. Lesser of two evils.
Liberty without learning is always in peril; learning without liberty is always in vain.
- John F. Kennedy
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