halyk.the.red

I was gunna transition, but I realized I was going to look like Willem Dafoe in drag. Not that alone would have stopped me, he just kinda looks like my mom there, and I hate that woman.

I just don’t want her specter staring back at me from reflective surfaces, as I carelessly cast my unfocused gaze into darkened rooms as I pass by for the rest of my life.

Although, if anyone would come back from the dead to torment me from the shadows for the rest of my natural life, it would be that woman.

We are speaking of the same tree, friend, though some roots go deeper than others. I think the path down the road you mentioned diverges here. I believe there was ill intent behind this, though I cannot offer any proof.

No idea who that is, but an important lesson I learned from Uvalde is the is the unintended consequences of the capitalistic virtue of rugged individualism. Even professional tough guys, when thinking death is on the line, will hesitate.

As a minority in america, when some iteration of the proud boys comes knocking, demanding to see a birth certificate, it is imperative that you get them thinking that there’s a chance that they don’t walk away. Get them thinking, “What about me?” and your chances of survival should increase.

I understand that many will be reticent to threaten another with violence and death, which is perfectly reasonable. However, unfortunately, that is not the reality in which we live. Edit: Formatting, spelling

Perhaps to desensitize the common person to the impending brutal violence that will be sweeping the united states.

On a related note, if you are a member of a marginalized group in the united states, you are behind the curve if you do not own, and are not basically proficient with, some form of self defense. This includes some kind of martial art, but a visible deterent is prefered.

I hope he shows up blasted on ketamine and drools on himself.

At the end of the day, I’ll ask my students if they have any questions. No hands will go up, I’ll act a little disappointed and say, “You know, I’m always asking if you all have any questions, and no one ever asks what my favorite dinosaur is.” and I just let it hang in the air.

Without fail, a hand will slowly go up, and I call on them. “What’s your favorite dinosaur?” and I respond immediately with, “That doesn’t count, it wasn’t organic.” and then I kick them all out of class.

There’s gunna be some kids from some desperate situations, just trying to make money for their destitute families for any number of reasons.

The 14 year old, overworked and tired, will be called into the managers office.

“We’ve noticed you’ve been working really hard. You know, there’s a promotion on offer. Comes with a substantial pay increase, might be able to help out mom and dad.” The manager walks around behind them.

“We have lots of competition here, though.” The door locks, the child feels hands on their shoulders.

“We need to see what you’re willing to do to come out ahead.”

If situations like this happens with adults, it will absolutely happen with children.