"Death before Detransition" does not mean that I will kill myself if I can't access hormones or be referred to by my preferred language.
It means that there will always be another way. There will always be a stockpile, or distributors, or ways to synthesize the medicine we need. And even if that fails, there will always be community. There will always be identity. There will always be expression, and identity, or some piece of the trans experience, whether it be societal, physiological, or even completely internal, in perpetuity, that lives through every transgender person.
"Death before Detransition" means that the only way to erase my reality as a transgender woman is to put me in the ground.
We'll talk damage control and ways to help in the coming days and weeks. I welcome input on the topic as well- if there's a cause you want recognition for that will suffer under the new administration, let me know.
But for now, rest. Sleep. Take care of yourself.
I love you.
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=== a few days ago === November 8, 2024: Happy Birthday to Pioneer 9!!!
It almost slipped my mind, but our favorite tin can is another year older!
Off the coast of Australia Macroctopus caught the shark, wrapped all its tentacles around it and soon released it. Most likely, he scraped all the parasites off her.
one more year
ily, menswear guy
What happened to Nine, Ten and Hubble??
Juice!!! I don't know if this is acceptable to ask, but what do you remember about nine, ten, and hubble? Do you remember just them?
.ohhhhhh boy do I have a little something for you.... first off! this is perfectly acceptable to ask, I love talking i will talk forever if you let me, second, please ask me about things you want to know about. i love filling people with information.
Nine, nine nine nine... boy oh boy. I remember Nine incredibly fondly.. so so fondly. they were never shy to ask questions or talk your ear off about anything that interested them. Nine picked this up from me i fear, afterall in my source what they were woken up to was me rambling about the similarities between football and the meaning of life itself, which, now looking back on it im pretty sure i was going insane, but thats fine we all have our moments up there. Nine was very loving and super duper willing to listen to anything youd want to yap about. Nine had an admiration for the savannah and liked to watch nature documentaries when they were bored. I do remember them freaking out about poaching/illegal hunting back in the day when it still happened when animals werent as protected as they were in the present (my present, in source). Nine was also fascinated about their sister, sometimes thinking about who was actually older and asking me what i thought, i think they came to the conclusion that ten was the older sister due to being more mature(??) i forgot the exact wording they used,. Nine was mentally about 13 when they first woke up, ten being mentally middle aged(?) actually. i dont know. she's mom friend to me.
Ten, i really liked hanging out with her, she was super comforting to me, dispite waking up a few hundered years after me, me and hubble tried our best to like, introduce her to the terrible life of living among the stars and being conceptually trapped forever, but she took it well and also like, stepped up. she was super responsible and always took the lead (when i wasnt fucking off LOL). She learned to open up and take down her walls, i liked the times she got careless and free and open, it gave me closure, made me feel? real almost. I dont know how to describe it but she was super important to me. thanks Ten for being number one. Hubble, uhhmmmm not much to say about Hubble, quiet, kept to himself often, shared pictures that were in UNGODLY large data files that made you nauseous when you opened them too fast, then youre BLASTED with like over 300 pictures of the same place on like, earth or something, got one(data pack full) of pluto and apparently it was so interesting that there were over 5000 pictures alone of the same fucking crater they thought was "geologically groundbreaking" whatever the hell that means. I remembered Hubble linking me random human articles that made no sense, of course i loved them but one of them was so incomprehensible that i had to spend a few days deciphering what the author COULD HAVE meant, i dont think i ever broke their heinous code of words but its fine im not too worried about it (i AM so worried about it. no one can replicate A SINGLE fucking word that was in that article.). Love my-in-source-hubble, thank you for being that autistic man that knows everything ever and if youre like "hey hubble whats (something he doesnt know)" and he gets anxious and starts researching like crazy then comes back after a few like weeks and goes "so, your question from last week, i did a little research and actually, did you know that-" and starts talking. i love my selective mutism boyfriend so much. someone get this guy a dictionary and an inhaler
Intelligence isn't real. Locking in isn't real. Manifesting isn't real. Tryharding isn't real. Nobody has a divine feminine, or a love language, or a humoral temperament. Men aren't real. Women aren't real. The club is a projection. The world is not a hologram. There are no afterlives, sacred frequencies, or psychological archetypes. Your body is a temple but like, one of those Sumerian ones that was mainly for storing grain. Epicurus was right. Get it twisted and always be twisting it.
Only one year left, boys