A memory from years ago
Apr. 1st, 2025 07:10 pmThem: Join an all-women group.
Me (egg in denial): My voice sounds pretty feminine. I could probably fake my way into one of those groups. But there are lots of other guys who’re sick of being told to kill themselves, and they wouldn’t be allowed to join just because they’re guys. I feel like I’d be disrespecting them by joining a community that rejects them.
Them: Kill yourself.
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Nov. 20th, 2024 09:22 amCatgirl Morgana is already a fandom cliche. No further adjustments there.
Ann’s teasing is relentless, but this may or may not lead into her teaching real-world Ryuji about makeup.
Yusuke doesn’t notice the change until it’s pointed out to her.
Goro is somehow still male, and no one can figure out how. He says he thought that was normal. Then he lets out Loki and turns female, because Robin Hood was just another mask.
Fake!Igor is creepier than ever, and vaguely horny in a deniable faux-dignified way. Turns out Yaldabaoth wants to be a maledom with a harem. In the final battle, this revelation gets him simultaneously burned, nuked, electrocuted, grenaded, and barraged with cutting winds. (Yusuke is too baffled to be offended.)
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Nov. 15th, 2024 02:32 amAsking “Is a trans woman a woman?” is like asking “Is grilled cheese a sandwich?” The answer is generally yes, because we created a useful category of “sandwich,” and grilled cheese fits it for most purposes. Then you get to someone who doesn’t fit into a gender that easily, and asking their gender is like asking “Is a hot dog a sandwich?” The best way to respond to that is “Why is it important whether it’s a sandwich? What purpose is served by placing it inside or outside the category of sandwich?”
Humans made categories based on general observations of distinct groups. Categories can shift, blur, or become useless depending on the situation. And I think for a lot of purposes, we don’t need to treat “male” and “female” as particularly important categories. People can just do what they want.
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Nov. 8th, 2024 08:04 amhttps://www.amazon.com/gp/aw/d/0756409578?ref_=dbs_m_mng_wim_calw_tmmp_0&storeType=ebooks
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Aug. 21st, 2024 05:15 amA mental trap: asserting that human-created meaning exists outside of humans. For instance, wavelengths of light exist, but humans are the ones who categorize some wavelengths as “yellow.” If you talk about yellow as an objective property and philosophize about the true nature of yellow, you’re overprivileging the human perspective.
Also a mental trap: thinking that someone is asserting human-created meaning when they’re not. Someone talks about the wavelengths of light that are commonly considered “yellow,” and you get mad and lecture them about how yellow isn’t real. They weren’t trying to assert yellow as real; they were just trying to talk about the properties of light in a concise and easy to understand way.
Both mental traps constantly snap shut when people talk about sex chromosomes.
I’m reading The Saint of Steel
Apr. 5th, 2024 10:56 pmThis is the most I’ve ever understood guess culture, and it’s so damn depressing.
There’s this thing I sometimes hear about how if you’re a man, you can’t really get consent from a woman, even if she says she consents, because men are terrifying and she could just be saying yes so you won’t hurt her. You could say you’re not going to hurt her, of course, but you could be lying, and she could say she believes you, but she could be lying, because if you think she doesn’t believe you won’t hurt her, you might get mad and hurt her. Even non-sexual interactions across assumed genders feel like stepping on broken glass, and as someone who’s frankly too large to be permitted to be female, this kind of shit makes me want to go hide in the woods.
The Saint of Steel comes back to this gender dynamic over and over, but more to the point, it expands it to same-sex interactions. So for instance, if you try to comfort someone who clearly needs help, you can create a situation where they feel obligated to comfort you instead and ignore their own problem, and they won’t even tell you to fuck off because something something power dynamic, so it’s better to just leave them alone and not try to help. The Saint’s former followers are emotionally crippled killing machines who seem to have Overburdened playing as their permanent theme song, but they’re the characters who get to interact with each other as functional human beings, because at least they can punch each other and get it over with.