Since I seem to be at a loss on what to post here, here’s what I’ve written and/or shared on Facebook recently.
Life with PJ
This is EVERY SINGLE DAY with my sweet PJ. She only ever wants 4 things: food, treats, out or her chewy bone. And she’s hell bent and determined that I divine which of the four it is. Usually, she decides after I’ve offered all the alternatives and have given up, sitting down with my laptop. Then she ‘death stares’ me into getting back up and trying again. Nobody can do the dogged determined death stare like my Peachy Girl. But she’s a big tub of love and pays handsome dividends when I need them so it’s all good.
Me: Good morning
Dog: <Opens one eye, otherwise does not move>
Me: You want to go out?
Dog: <closes eye, otherwise does not move>
Me: <prods dog with toe> C’mon. You know as soon as I sit down at my desk, you’re going to get up and want to go out.
Me: Goddamnit! I know you’re faking it! Just get up. Time to go out.
Dog: <begins to snore>
Me: You are a lying sack of hair. You know you’re not sleeping. Get up. I’m opening the door. GET UP.
Dog: <snores louder>
Dog: <curls into ball>
Dog: <puts tail over nose>
Me: I hate you.
Me: Fine <sits down at desk>
Dog: <stands up> I have to go out.
If someone says they prefer to be called he or she or they or zie or whatever else, common decency says that’s what you try to do. You might stumble or forget sometimes, especially in the beginning – I certainly have – but mistakes happen. Everyone gets that.
But changing the way you address someone? Really not that big of a deal.
When I was little, I went by Jimmy. Eventually, I decided I wanted to be called Jim. Strangely enough, this was not a particularly challenging transition for people to make. So what’s the big deal about respecting someone’s chosen gender and pronoun(s)?
Oh, I see. You disagree with them? I’m sorry, but who the hell are you to tell another human being they’re wrong about their own gender identity? Who the hell are you to suggest they’re broken or delusional, just because *you* don’t understand.
You don’t have to understand. Sure, it would be nice if you did. It would be great if you did some reading to understand that neither gender nor biological sex fall into a neat binary. It would be wonderful if you researched the various cultures that recognized and recognize more than two genders throughout history. It would be awesome if you read the first-hand accounts of people struggling to be accepted for who they are, and came to see those people as human beings.
If you want to better understand people who are different from yourself, great. If not, nobody has the power to force you. But whether you understand or not, it costs you NOTHING to treat people with basic respect.
Just a reminder that the circus going on in the stock market is just that a circus for the fear mongers because they finally lost the race they bet on. They will be calling all war mongers next to keep everyone in some weird fear cycle. You create your reality – seriously. Don’t let their loser mentality pull you in the dirty pool of pooh they are swimming in. Keep your focus and constantly ask yourself – is this true for me when the fear shows up to invite you to play. The stock market is nothing more than an expensive casino game- the same rules of luck apply- the house wins in the end
“I can not and will not use the word SICK in any context other than conventional usage. “Look at this SICK sunrise!” – NO. Just no. I’m sorry. No. That is wrong. (But I’m not opinionated or anything, right?)”