I think in the shower. But not the kind of silly stuff that makes people smile, unfortunately.
My brain kinda shifts into overdrive, and sorts things out while my body takes care of itself, and the water works its partial sensory derivation magic.
Sometimes, that means ugly things pop up.
And then I tear the subject matter up into shreds.
Well, this time, I got to thinking about a long chain of things that led into trans rights.
I started remembering all the bullshit I've seen and heard that attempts to disenfranchise and "other" trans people for no good fucking reason other than stupidity.
One aspect in particular is what got me furious.
The whole "it's a mental illness" tripe. So what? That's what I want the chance to say to some bigot while I wait for them to give me an excuse to punch them.
So fucking what? If it's a mental illness, don't they deserve good treatment for it? Happens to be that the only current, effective treatment for it is transition, whatever aspects of transition the person and their medical team decide are going to help. So, what's the fucking argument now?
Like, these motherfuckers want to interfere in the treatment of someone's "mental illness", but sure as fuck don't offer any useful suggestions beyond that. They gonna say that someone with a different "illness" should have to fucking check in with them to get approval for treatment? They're a fucking doctor now?
Like, as much as I despise a bigot, at least be an honest bigot. Wear that shit with pride instead of hiding behind such a thin, stupid, pointless argument. Just outright say that it makes you feel icky and you're not up to the challenge of dealing with it, so you just hate. Don't wimp out and hang that see through curtain of "mental illness" in front of your ugliness inside. Just up and be a bigot for fucks sake.
But nooooo, people don't say that in person. They'll only say that shit where they can hide. Bigotry is a mental illness that is comorbid with cowardice and stupidity. The treatment I'll allow is my foot up their ass.
I got close to a perfect pacman clear twice. Can't remember the exact number of either run, but one was a little over the 3mil mark. I got excited and fucked it up.
The other was maybe 100k below that.
Both were high enough that nobody even got close.
I was absurdly good at pacman. Pretty damn good at centipede, though I wasn't obsessed with it the same way, so I don't remember any scores at all.