If we really do want to stop the killing?
My first comment to the above article was an all caps and bold ROFLMAOOOOO.
Yes, just like that.
A tired old cliché says that the definition of insanity is trying the same thing over and over and expecting different results. This applies to thinking, too.
As long as people yearn to reduce violence, a behavior, through the regulation and control of an object, and especially an object that exists in greater numbers than the population subject to those proposed controls, it is easy, frankly, to laugh at such proposals as insane.
Still leaning into your privilege, I see. Whatever. There's no talking to some people...who don't understand that emotions are what make us human.
And it's natural to be defensive. Are there problems amongst the black population? Of course there are. But as a member of the dominant race and class in America, it's time you paid a little more attention and care to the rest of the citizens here.
And I'm not black. In fact my browness has faded after much of a year indoors. I do care about what is happening to other people of color, and I am…
There will probably not be anyone who can understand what you're writing since you seem to believe being cryptic makes you look smarter.
Newsflash: it doesn't, and running away from actually attempting in plain English to explain what you are talking about doesn't make engaging with you any more attractive either.
No wonder you can't gain any traction here...Medium readers don't suffer trolls or fools gladly.
I'm saying that on the implication that Nicco isn't just going to sit there, which is a pretty common theme in contemporary romance novels.
The chance meeting between people who really belong together, whether in a committed long term relationship, or something more casual, ala Alan Alda and Ellen Burstyn in “Same Time Next Year.”
Yes, I seriously think they are whiny complaints. As long as the dominant largely white, largely Christian, and largely patriarchal powers were in control, the people who got canceled by them were called whiny by them, too. And now that the tables are turned, people like you, who probably are in no danger of ever being canceled write paranoid pieces like this because all of a sudden you gotta watch the sh*t that comes out of your mouth. Or typed off your keyboard.
Yes, previous to this point, where social media has allowed large numbers of people to weigh in…
As I told the woman who got a one line mention in the story, this is a fictional re-imagining of what my life might have been like had I been courageous enough to address my being māhū much earlier than I did. Sara is a composite of all the loves I've known and opportunities missed, I'm sure the place names are familiar to you a bit, and the man carrying my old nickname might have been me...had I not gotten involved with or married to the woman who has shared my life for 45 years.
But coming out as māhū…
You didn’t want to admit to your fellow group members that you’d lost another job. Been laid off, again. In America, the land of unrewarded productivity, you’d again become essentially worthless.
And I can tell from your review that you yearn after Fern's flawed solution to America's asinine requirements for her children. In your own, kind of desperate way. Houseless, not homeless.
Mostly white. Which begs the question, where are the mostly my skin isn't lily? Is that how privilege works even in this sub-caste of whiteness? Fern represents the ones who can at least go gig to gig?
While binary trans folk and primarily binary trans women seem to have been the tip of the spear prior to the current times, even though in many cultures we've been openly represented for millenia, cis folk are having an uber tough time dealing with the fact that, yes, there is a whole spear behind that tip.
No I'm not, I'm just being realistic.
Unless you want to support your position by elaborating why I'm "so gravely mistaken."
She/her. "Brother:" he/him/his. Maybe, we should be they/them/theirs? Writer. Freelance editor. Still trying to surf and shoot. And build things.