We getting the nanos from 17776?

Thanks for explaining yours.

(And man, I hate it when other people validate that I’m in deep shit. Makes it real, you know?)

Yeah, there’s enough content on Lemmy to see everything in a half hour and then get on with the day. I like that.

The algorithm is set to “here’s everything except what you blocked.”

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Lizard_Boy:_The_Musical

It’s quite good. A tight cast of exactly three characters who also play the instruments needed for the songs. Very queer, overt trans themes, and it was quite relatable to me!

I saw Lizard Boy at Portland Center Stage a couple times last week. Once with a friend who saw six showings in a row, and once with her and my wife soon after. Was quite good.

Two people hit it with a downvote.

I have no idea what the downvotes are trying to communicate.

• ”that’s right, tranny, we’re coming for you”
• ”this content doesn’t improve Lemmy“
• ”trans people aren’t discriminated against”

Or something else entirely that I can’t articulate.

Whatever the reasons for the downvotes people have left, my feelings are true and I feel them.

Being murdered for being trans while living in Oregon. It shouldn’t happen, but it’s not impossible.

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Not impossible though. Two in January, two in November.

Thanks!

Let’s do hard mode.

Alice in Borderland.

I’m the leader of antifa.

You don’t know me.

Just cause you’re right this once.

And yet, going to a remote corner of the planet, lying down on the ground, and taking it all in, forms the basis for most of our mythology and dreams.

I’m much more proficient these days with my second language than my first, poetic even, but I do still take my time going down the wrong side of stairs, with the rail and my cane to support my movement.

For this and many more reasons, every day I live is a frozen revenge in a boiling summer served to fascists.

Sometimes I regret that if I had been more of a motivated person in my younger years, I could be in space.

But also, I know that given my physical state and brain damage and such, it was a dead dream as soon as my first stroke happened, two days after birth.

Still, a woman can dream.

I am far too polite for that. I’m the sort that stands off to the side of the sidewalk when a bunch of people are walking in the opposite direction, and in a line abreast, and I wait patiently for them to go past. I’m the kind of person that does a quick bow when someone holds the door for me. I’m the kind of person who takes as little space as possible, and tries to be mindful of the harmony needed for society to move along.

To give Mox credit in exorbitant luxury in bathrooms, there is a crystal chandelier over the sink, and no I’m not joking.

I don’t know, cis people are weird about that sort of thing. I just exist here.

Just one restroom. Stalls with urinals, stalls with toilets, floor to ceiling doors on all of them, and a communal sink area. Mox Boarding House has my perfect public restroom. Exactly like that.