That is my understanding. I remember hearing stories about dudes visiting a dump or whatever, kicking through the screen of a CRT and getting zapped like fuck
That is my understanding. I remember hearing stories about dudes visiting a dump or whatever, kicking through the screen of a CRT and getting zapped like fuck
I find an effective means to resolve my anxiety is to consider the worst possible outcome and resolve within myself if that is an outcome I can withstand.
Hmm… I haven’t observed that pattern myself so I can’t speak from personal experience but… if you’ve got right-wing-douches complaining about your work that might be effective advertising to your target audience?
I have a question of my own that isn’t quite related but is in the same pond of water. I’m considering writing a story from the perspective of a post-op trans-masc person. I worry about a trans story coming from my mouth though, I’m a cis het white male American.
I have begun composing the story based on the following logic. Before I worry if I’m the right person to tell a story, I might as well write the story first and judge its merit once it exists. Plus, I could then take the story to trans people and ask them if this story feels honest/respectful.
My question is this I guess, does my logic make sense? Are there any points you would recommend I keep in mind as I work on this story?
I’m in your seat.
I understand that all these platitudes about how a person should behave are good things, so I try to do them. I try to be a good person in all these ways and try to not be an asshole is all those.
And here I am as an unhappy mid-thirties autistic fuck with unfilled needs. I don’t understand how to weigh my own needs against all these platitudes, if I need it but it’s bad to seek it in any of the ways available to me, then I won’t get it. Simple.
Whereas other people have some magical spectrum they measure things on that tell them when it’s okay to break any of the rules they believe in because “this was right for me”.
Edit: Excuse me, I’m really grumpy today
Hey! Me too! Was your prosopagnosia home grown or was your brain also hit by a truck?
Ahhhh gold old nuclear boyscout…