am i insane or should masks be mandated for hospitals as a permanent installation. a forever institution. always. covid is an irrelevant factor when hospitals are always full of both very sick and very immunocompromised people..?
I agree with the idea that most things boil down to “can you have compassion for others”, but I’d be more inclined to use: “can you treat others with humanity and dignity, and put their rights at the center of your convictions, even if you have nothing in common with them, and even if you cannot emotionally relate to every tragedy in the world.”
And sometimes, you all need to understand that you don’t have the full context to understand a situation in its full complexities and that you probably never will, which means that your public commentary may be unnecessary and even tactless.
you have to understand that there is an overlap between drag queens and trans women and between trans women and cis lesbians and between lesbians and drag kings and between drag kings and trans men and between trans men and cis gay men and between gay men and drag queens and between lesbians and bisexual women and between gay men and bisexual men and between lesbians and asexual women and between gay men and asexual men and between all sexualities and nonbinary people and between butches and transmascs and between binary trans people and genserqueer people.
basically what I’m saying is that we’re all family. there aren’t clear divides or walls that separate us. and that’s the point. being easily separated into perfect neat little boxes is exactly what queerphobic people want. don’t let your oppressers trick you into thinking your family is your enemy.
if you tried to map out our community, you wouldn’t get a bunch of neat circles that don’t touch or overlap or have any relationship with each other at all. you’d get this.
I like to fuck around and waste time for at least ~6-10 hours per day, and let me tell you, that really puts some pressure on your schedule. you have no idea how busy I am
I could function in a society that had an actual nightlife that isn’t synonymous with just clubbing. Where are the night markets what if I want to go to the library at midnight
my main requirement in a partner is someone who’s willing to “yes, and” me. if i say something completely insane i need them to just pick that up and run with it and commit to the bit until we wind up with a conversation that’s funny to us but completely incoherent to everyone within earshot. actually now that i’m typing this out i’ve realised my ideal relationship might just be “shitty improv comedy duo”
thinkign about characters i like being sweet and tender with each other
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genuinely fucked up that if i want to interact with someone online i have to say words and have a conversation instead of just mashing my face against them like a cat
