Intersex people like me are born outside of binary gender. There is a wide range of how that presents, but we are neither male nor female by traditional definitions - down to our very biology.
This is me. Every day of the year. 🏳️🌈
A side bonus of how I am #intersex involves my voice. It gives me a range a little like Farinelli. I don’t normally brag about that, but a few years ago, together with @NoxArcana, we co-wrote a song designed specifically to show off my four octave range:
A difficult side of being born intersex is the fact that we are still grossly misunderstood. Our natural state is often perceived as a medical anomaly that must be fixed.
This means many of us undergo non-consensual and mutilating surgeries throughout infancy and childhood.
I have a (former) friend who is law enforcement (OH State Trooper, last I checked).
He was Nat’l Guard, but only because his wife did not want him to go full military.
He often expressed regret at missing his opportunity to freely kill people in “the sandbox.”
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His primary reason for becoming law enforcement, stated openly multiple times, was to carry a gun & have the chance to use it.
He joked often about being a sociopath.
Our friendship deteriorated the more he leaned into this (I used to think folks could be reasoned with)
Some weird things: he started out a Goth. A Pagan. Was a DJ. Was bisexual.
By the time he had a badge, he was “straight” - wore an honest-to-gods cowboy hat - wore at least one gun at all times in the house - and somehow discovered a Southern accent.
Overwhelming message: GUNS ARE FINE IN THE RIGHT HANDS.
Cops do not feel threatened if the gun-wielding folks are white, even when violence is actively promised.
Foreshadowing of Jan. 6, 2021
When is holding a gun (or knife) a threat? When is it legally “brandishing” as opposed to carrying?
Trick question, as repeated incidents show the decision is arbitrarily made, influenced by whether the police A) like the person with the weapon B) agree with their cause.
A Valentine’s spell for taking your heart back from a toxic relationship:
Take an apple. With a paring knife, draw a line bisecting it from top to bottom.
Think of a name or sigil to represent you - the whole & healthy you. Carve that into the flesh of one half of the apple...
Think of a name or sigil to represent the person or relationship you need to cut away.
Carve that into the flesh on the opposite side of the apple.
With a sharp kitchen knife, completely split the apple down the middle, following the original line as closely as possible.
Take the half of the apple carved with the name you want to be rid of and THROW IT AWAY AS FAR AS YOU CAN OUTSIDE. Let nature take it. Invite beasts to feast on it.
Read or reflect on the name carved on your remaining half. Eat your half of the apple.
I’m going to share a really hard thing that happened to me in 1996 or so. Not because I want sympathy or anything. But because it is viscerally illustrative of something I fear will happen over the next couple of days on a broader collective level.
Story time.
I often talk about how my grandmother raised me, and how she taught me a lot of valuable lessons about both psychic abilities and skepticism. What I don’t talk about is how incredibly dysfunctional she also was both as a human being and a parent.
Most of my experiences with her are not important. At least, not for this example. But there was one final confrontation that we had when I was in my early 20s that was my ultimate line in the sand.
It also taught me how the family had overlooked her issues for decades.