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There is an art to replying and commenting, and probably like 60-70% of people I’ve seen on the internet fail at it. The important thing is not to speak your mind, but to “support” the OP. You can support them by disagreeing well & you can “mis-support” them by agreeing stupidly

Every “utterance” (status, tweet, whatever) is a bit of an invitation, a bit of a proposal. “Let’s play this game”. When strangers read the proposal accurately, and support the game, a shared understanding develops. You can make friends this way.

Some people deliberately choose to ignore, misread, disregard or denounce other people’s bids. Others are outright clueless and don’t know how to play, and sometimes cluelessness leads to worse bungling than deliberate malice (JJ’s razor)


I was a lot more belligerent and disagreeable when I was younger, in part because I simplistically thought playing other people’s games was a sheep-like way to live. Why should I support other people’s dumb games? Why not mock them instead? It’s easy, and intoxicating

I learned that you rarely build anything worthwhile that way. The “best” case scenario: you win over other disagreeable people. A few years of this & it becomes the world you live in – surrounded by other belligerent assholes who don’t know or care how to play nice. A cursed life
When people say 'stop thinking about it' or 'stop being depressed', they actually mean 'stop producing depressed discourse'- the 'inescapability' of these things is in their recursive self-production via 'thinking about them'


Beckett's 'The Unnamable' is practically a demonstration of this- written from the point of view of a disembodied voice (it's only embodiment is 'in the text') self-generating its own claustrophobia through its inability to cease


Lest anyone think I'm being dismissive of mental anguish, I suffered from 'depression' and 'anxiety' for a long time- in my early 20s- before I developed the spiritual confidence to affirm what I'd intellectually always suspected: that these things have no actual existence

On my 1st ever podcast appearance w/ @kaschuta, I describe evil as 'nothingness eating itself into the world'- the fact of a thing being non-existent doesn't mean it doesn't inflict harm- the harm it inflicts its the friction of the non-existent entering an existent medium
You did not 'know' that you were 'cis' at age 11 lol- you learned the term 'cis' as an adult and then retroactively applied it to yourself- it's not the same thing


This 'knowledge' (which is akin to the knowledge that your arm possesses 'armness') was *socially produced* through your introduction to the discourse of 'gender identity', through your introduction to a conceptual distinction founded upon 'identifying with one's assigned sex'

Ironically, the fact that you've never felt a dissonance between yourself and your 'assigned sex' becomes evidence for the legitimacy of the distinction in the first place i.e. you assume that because *you* experience a unity of 'gender' and 'sex', this implies that others don't

By teaching young children that they *can* experience a dissonance between their 'inner selves' and their 'assigned sex', you actually invite them to 'consider what this would be like'- and this objectless rumination then becomes the 'evidence' for the necessity of transition

Since there are no actual tangible standards by which a person can verify that their gender 'matches' their assigned sex (literally none whatsoever), in the absence of such standards, the mind's process of enquiring into itself *becomes* the standard
When we married, we talked of how we would read books with our future children. We were so poor--we started with nothing. But every month we'd go to the book store and purchase a beautiful children's book. We made a whole shelf of them.


A childless couple in our ward fostered two beautiful children. They were to be adopted. My wife & I took care of them in the nursery. The children called these people mommy and daddy. And then, one day, they were gone. Taken back. I will never forget the wife crying as she spoke

It was almost worse than a death. This couple sold their home shortly afterward and moved far, far away. Left everything behind. There was no coming back from that

I think of my wife picking up that beautiful edition of Heidi, clutching it to her chest in the book store. "It's so beautiful I think I'm gonna cry," she said. It's the same volume sitting on the shelf now, covered in dust

I read these tired, wretched little comments and cynical "gotchas" flung at these, my fellow believers & sufferers in Christ, with a detached heartache that I can only consider sacred. We have descended the abyss of sorrow--what have you to offer? A lame joke about Jordan Peele?
When drag queens were their own little subculture, no one cared. Trying to "normalize" them on kids was your mistake. You got greedy

When normal people have been reasoned into abnormality, you have to reason them back from it, step by step. Starting with the most abnormal parts.


People find drag queens in schools very very weird. It's not because there's something wrong with *the people*.

Finding solutions to all these other problems isn't just a matter of voting in a new guy. That's what we tried with Trump. How did the Drag Queen Party react to that?

Wait, you mean they mobilized their entire cultural behemoth to lie, impeach, and fortify all of democracy against his reelection, replacing him with CGIden, the guy running all of these disasters you're complaining about now?

You're complaining about all the outcomes of that ideology

But you're suddenly very, very afraid that normal people are starting to reject the culture that ideology comes bundled with?

The one comes with the other. Maybe there was a moment you could have drag queens on mainstream TV *and* cheap gas, but I'm afraid the ideological logic that then led to Drag Queen Library Hour has closed the brief period—what was it, a whole 10, 15 years?—where that was possible