@AlabamaAmigo@beth_doc@C_Stroop Literally everyone does what's right in their own eyes. It's your eyes looking at the text and deciding what parts you see are being "illuminated" by God. That's why other people can look at the same text and have different conclusions, which they were equally led to "by God".
@AlabamaAmigo@beth_doc@C_Stroop You have made yourself the arbiter of truth and morality, deciding for yourself that there is a God, that the concept of God you prefer the most is God, and that the way you choose to read your preferred version of the Bible reveals that God's will.
The only difference between you and someone who is aware they are doing what's right in their own eyes is moral conviction.
They have it.
You lack it.
@AlabamaAmigo@beth_doc@C_Stroop You've given yourself a moral alibi, a moral security blanket or teddy bear you can hug close when the dissonance between the things you want to be true about the world and the things your senses (physical and moral) tell you about it gets to be too much.
@AlabamaAmigo@beth_doc@C_Stroop Somebody who doesn't have a spiritual stuffy of this sort, if they're forced with a hard moral decision, they have to make it, knowing that they're the one making it. Knowing that they are responsible for what they choose.
You have the luxury of play-acting that it's not you.
@AlabamaAmigo@beth_doc@C_Stroop The unvarnished hatred in this tweet, the desire to imagine someone you don't even know being punished forever, for *disagreeing* about something...
That's you. That's your human hatred, your human anger.
This thing I think is at the root of a lot of cis gender ideology and how they tie it in with sexuality: to ciscentric society, gender is waaaay more about sorting people for sexual relations than it is for anything else.
They can't imagine someone having the conviction that they are a particular gender unless there was some sexual reason because that (to them) is what gender is for.
Like, whatever reason it is that I say I'm a woman... if I'm not being motivated by a gendered sexual desire, it's unfathomable to them that I could care that much for it to be worth saying so or throwing my life into upheaval over it.
I'm working on a micro RPG (not a one pager, for more reasons than just "I'm so verbose it should be verboten") where the players are a group of ghosts awakened by an (unwittingly) psychic family moving into the house they haunt.
The game's setting lore assumes that ghosts are dormant most of the time because psychic energy leaking from the living is what animates them and this energy is most available when humans are afraid of ghosts without being confident ghosts exist.
Fear activates the psychic energy, but fear of ghosts specifically directs it towards the ghosts. If the humans are certain that the ghosts are real, though, their energy redirects inward as they attempt to deal rationally with the situation.
This is a fun warm-up exercise meant to help writers write with fewer inhibitions and hesitations. It's open to anybody who wants to join in.
You can participate on Twitter or off, even just out loud or in your head.
Today we're using the random animal list generator at randomlists.com/random-animals. When you click that link, you should get a list of six different animals with pictures. You can refresh to get others if you're not feeling the first mix.
One of your six animals has just announced something. Who is it, and what do they say? (You can decide based on the pictures, or the order of the list, or whatever makes sense to you.)
It was the bathtub running at odd hours of the night. It's not unusual for someone to have insomnia and take a bath at three in the morning in our house, but when we heard the water running when we were all awake downstairs, we knew something was up.
The footprints were a big clue, and so were the glimpses of a spectral tail whipping around a corner, but of course we couldn't confirm it was an alligator until we got a good look at the snout... at the cost of a rotisserie chicken. #NiNoBilMa#GhostGator
When we were getting glimpses of it, it was hard to be sure of what we were seeing... but when we saw it going through the locked door up into the attic as though the door wasn't there, we knew the gator wasn't.
Okay, time for another #NiNoBilMa game! Today I'm going to tweet the questions all at once, like yesterday, but I'm going to spread my own answers out for reasons of greater visibility/exposure in the algorithm.
Yesterday's game is here. It's still 100% doable if you're interested in it, there's no expiration date on these.
Today's #NiNoBilMa game is: There's An Alligator In The House! Anybody who wants a fun creative writing warm-up and mental icebreaker is welcome to participate.
I'm beginning to realize the extent to which reactionary Christian conservatives need to make bad things *worse*, because they don't want us thinking that burning a religious symbol is itself inherently bad, in case they see a chance to do it to someone themselves.
Like, they would all cheerfully wipe their backsides with anyone else's flag. We have seen via terrorist intimidation displays by police that they will applaud someone who hauls down the flag of the United States itself if it's replaced with one more to their liking.
So when somebody comes for one of their symbols... it can't just be enough that the symbol mattered to them and it can't just be enough that the symbol was physically their property, because they don't want those things to be seen as inherently protecting a symbol.