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> —Psalm 23 (paraphrased)
-In the days of auld lang syne in the kingdom of Gend, the tribe of Ageep, the children of Trevi, were much despised in the kingdom, for it was said that their crafts and ways were imitations stolen from the tribe of Phem, whom the people of Ageep envied bitterly.
+In the days of auld lang syne in the kingdom of Gend on Earth-that-was, the tribe of Ageep, the children of Trevi, were much despised in the kingdom, for it was said that their crafts and ways were imitations stolen from the tribe of Phem, whom the people of Ageep envied bitterly.
And the God of Marketing appeared before the tribe of Ageep and said, "Cooperate with me, and I will explain to all the peoples of Gend that your crafts and ways are native to your people."
I didn't consider this acceptable: after having observed psychiatric prison employees _blatantly make shit up_ in my own case (the paperwork asserted that I "self presented", but getting accosted by cops while trying to enter the train station to get to my apartment to sleep because trying to sleep at my mother's house didn't work so well, and not resisting as they led me into an ambulance after interviewing me for a few minutes, is _not_ the same thing as "self presenting"!), I didn't trust them to reliably deliver a phone message: I could easily imagine scenarios in which, for example, the receptionist would dutifully take down the message, leave it to _someone else_ to actually deliver it to Roberta, and then that someone else would get distracted, never deliver the message, and _get away with it_. Roberta wouldn't be able to complain about not receiving a message she never knew existed, and I wouldn't be able to complain if I wasn't allowed to even know whether Roberta was even there.
-I called the "hospital" multiple times, trying every tactic I could think of to get get through to any of the actual human beings serving as the flesh substrates of the policy-bound Glomarbots I was talking to, and reporting back to the coordination email thread. One of Roberta's other friends wrote:
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-> she may or may not be at [that "hospital"] - it sounds quite likely, but I would not be shocked if she is not -
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-> but increasingly black-arts methods on personnel there are probably not going to help her situation, may make life very unpleasant for people who are trying to do their absolute best in a difficult job stuck between helping people and privacy / fear of prosecution and bureaucratic enforcement.
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-I replied:
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-> I don't care about making their lives very unpleasant. I _really really don't care_.
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-> I want [Roberta] out of prison.
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-> If the best way of accomplishing that goal is to be nice and make sure a lot of receptionists and nurses feel good about themselves, great!
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-> If the best way of accomplishing that goal means making a lot of receptionists and nurses feel miserable and guilty to the point where they have their own psychotic break and get locked up by their employer, I am _OK with that outcome_.
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-After divulging my February psych ward sob story in a burst of passion to the "patient's rights advocate" Ashley, I did get forwarded to Karen, the "hospital"'s Manager of Patient Relations. Karen, of course, gave me the same non-answers as everyone else and insisted that messages do, in fact, get delivered in her "hospital." As I continued to press the point, she told me that I had to trust people, and I said that after my recent psych ward experience, no, I _don't_ trust people anymore. But, I added (sensing that this was the end of the line) I am willing trust _her_, Karen, the Manager of Patient Relations. I said that I felt better being reassured by someone with a four-word title. I asked if she was religious, and she said that she was a Christian, and that her word was her bond.
+I called the "hospital" multiple times, trying every tactic I could think of to get get through to any of the actual human beings serving as the flesh substrates of the policy-bound Glomarbots I was talking to, and reporting back to the coordination email thread. After divulging my February psych ward sob story in a burst of passion to the "patient's rights advocate" Ashley, I did get forwarded to Karen, the "hospital"'s Manager of Patient Relations. Karen, of course, gave me the same non-answers as everyone else and insisted that messages do, in fact, get delivered in her "hospital." As I continued to press the point, she told me that I had to trust people, and I said that after my recent psych ward experience, no, I _don't_ trust people anymore. But, I added (sensing that this was the end of the line) I am willing trust _her_, Karen, the Manager of Patient Relations. I said that I felt better being reassured by someone with a four-word title. I asked if she was religious, and she said that she was a Christian, and that her word was her bond.
Perhaps some readers are currently thinking that my behavior was unreasonable, that I should have just trusted the competent, caring professionals take care of my poor mad friend.
simple program with three interpretations—
-conservation law, armies of lawyers and missing trails
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+conservation law, armies of lawyers and missing trails
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+_Rainbows End_
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+I thought a cork was dogshit
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+when the lamppost passed in front of a billboard, I thought it was a spermatazoan
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+courtesy call from Wells Fargo after going in there and yelling
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+one birth, one death
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+Helo no use his words / self-present
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+vaguely hint that you're going to be at a place
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+running around the bad part of town, placing "unremediategender.space"
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+people as robots, paying attention to facial mirco-expressions
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+if people's verbal self-reports are false and feminism is a shit test, and I've had a _huge_ impact on my social graph (as judged within my social-media bubble, FaceApp being popular, the SEXNET questions)
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+I had done better than average; most people were starving
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Status: draft
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A blonde woman wearing
I stammered out a shocked and unconvincing denial.
An interesting blog post titled ["I Am A Transwoman. I Am In The Closet. I Am Not Coming Out."](https://medium.com/@jencoates/i-am-a-transwoman-i-am-in-the-closet-i-am-not-coming-out-4c2dd1907e42) was making the rounds in my social-media bubble earlier last year. In it, the author, Jennifer Coates, describes his—
-_Yes_. Yes, I went there. Yes, I know how [offensive]() that is. But I have a point to make.
+_Yes_. Yes, I went there. Yes, I know how offensive that is. But I have a point to make.
In this post, the author describes his stuggles with gender dysphoria: ever since childhood, he's wanted to be female, and the fact that he's not causes him pain. This is a serious problem worthy of sympathy, respect, and—by far the most valuable psychological state one can occupy in the service of someone else's troubles—careful _thought_.
Q As Well for a Sheep as a Lamb; Or, My Struggle to Keep It Charitable
Q An Infovist's Advisory; Or, Standing Athwart History Yelling, "Wait! I Like the Idea, But the Implementation Details Need Work!"
Choir
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_ Against Maximum-Entropy Psychology; Or, High-Dimensional Social Science and the Cluster Concept of Concepts
_ Stereotypes, Models, and Cognition
_ The Neglect of Probability Fallacy; Or, You Do Not Have an Intersex Condition
O Wad Some Power the Giftie Gie Us; Or, the Identity Dysphoria Trap (school dysphoria)
Passing Is Legitimacy, Legitimacy Is Passing
All Men Benefit From Patriarchy
-Friendship Practices of the Secret-Sharing Plain Speech Valley Squirrels
Servants of the Egregore; Or, the Joy of Static Analysis
reanalysis of Lawrence data!!!
Faster Than Science (Transgender Edition)
People Really Don't Know Why They Do Things
Lies to Cis People Are, Unfortunately, Still Lies
-Entangled Truths, Contagious Lies (Transgender Edition)
The Gender Czar's Compromise
Q The View From Nowhere
+Reuknighted (C. being really curious about my hair "It's complicated." "I think it sets me apart from other guys." Were we ever really living in the same world?)
+Lesser-Known Demand Curves
FICTION QUEUE—
* fictionalized version of the male vs. female rape / War on Optimization for Generalized Secrecy anecdote
* Blame Me for Trying
* Blindspot
* "Love Like You"
+* Friendship Practices of the Secret-Sharing Plain Speech Valley Squirrels
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fragments—
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+Entangled Truths, Contagious Lies (Transgender Edition)
(Eugenics Is Really Important, You Delusional Bastards)
The Aristocrats
Yalta (https://transblog.grieve-smith.com/the-essential-conflict/ "What's in it for me?" "You're the one who doesn't believe in personal identity—you should be happy for us")
criticism—
Gender of the Gaps (you can always propose an essence when people knock down your ludicrous rationalization)
Time Travel Isn't Real
-Lesser-Known Demand Curves
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cathartic—
marketing opportunity: https://bannedbytrans.wordpress.com/speaking-out-against-transactivist-silencing-tactics/
_Someone_ has to be _that asshole_ who says the true thing that everyone else is too cowardly to say, and I guess it's going to have to be me, Taylor Saotome-Westlake.
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+get girl, be girl
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