LABELS, WHO NEEDS ‘EM?

You can call me Sis but not Cis…
When did this b.s. cis-gender label start becoming the norm? I’m not confused. I’m factory stock female. A girl. A straight woman.

Also, I resent that I’m considered now having “autism spectrum disorder” instead of just “aspie” because someone found out Dr. Asperger had Nazi ties. We still have the fecking Nazi car company, Volkswagen, no one’s complaining about that. I’m considered less relevant than a VW Golf. Just rename Asperger’s to something else, you psych QUACKS.

I don’t have jazz hands, or throw tantrums or need a hug machine or repeat everything twice in a row or any of the more disturbing, disabling symptoms of autism. I have a ‘touch’ of it as they say, possibly due to being a preemie. I’ve worked hard to punch through not “tuning the World out”, and my extreme shyness and selective muteness both went hand-in-hand when I was a child. I still have some hesitation with public speaking to a crowd. All my other traits are of an overachieving nature. Having hyperlexia, I taught myself to read at age 2, and was discovered to be a musical savant, with the natural ability to play music by ear at age 2 as well. I also have extraordinary auditory perception (I can hear every tone on the hearing test and can “feel” frequencies beyond that most cannot), etc., I won’t list everything here but these rare traits have served my life well.

But now high-functioning savants are reduced to the same level descriptor as someone who is institutionalized and/or unemployable, thanks to bedwetting, bleeding heart liberals who want everything to be fair and equal to the point of losing the specific meaning of things. Is this to compress the definitions into one neat package to allow red flag laws for gun control? Sure seems like moving the goalposts that direction to me.

I don’t want to hear them tell me “trust the science” when most all of their narratives are based on “feels” and social justice agendas. Also, why do I look like a clean-shaven Jesus in this photo?

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AS CLOSE TO OFF-THE-GRID IT GETS BEFORE I IDENTIFY AS AMISH…

In April 2023, for the 2nd time in 4 years (at tax filing deadline time no less), my telecom lines on the easement near my house were severed. Not by me. And the tech with his little red flag survey thingys told me it would be awhile before it could be repaired.

I live on a farmstead, but you never realize just how plugged in to the simulation you are until you completely lose access to the internet…for months. It was a few days after that it dawned on me I had purchased a HotSpot for my cell phone. FREEDOM! However using this method came with a price. I live near a mountain where triangulation to the satellite is dodgy anyhow, my house has a signal deadzone. So far, I’ve designed this website on 1 bar LTE. I’ve nearly lost my mind.

The data loading rate was so slow, I was reminded of the trauma of using AOL dial-up, with an E-machine, except minus all the fingernails on a chalkboard of the cringey handshake screeching, struggling to get a connection. The sluggishness was near identical though, any time I pressed a button, I was watching rastering icons rotate endlessly like a kid hypnotically staring at a taffy-making machine that never stops. I was starting to have a renewed respect for Guccifer. I’d rather yell at inanimate objects instead of people, so I’ve done alot of yelling at screens lately. I’m thinking in the future if I call one of my devices a MFSOB, the AI will get offended and cut me off from technology entirely. So I had better behave.

I was awakened this morning by my landline ringing. The irony here is that I normally loathe the sound of a phone ringing. They’ve fixed it! After 1-1/2 months of waiting.

Better days lie ahead.

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I’M NOT SAD, JUST DEEP IN THOUGHT.

This is an improvement from my childhood, when I’d be in tears at the sight of a camera, due to paralyzing shyness. I toughed out school portrait days to please my mother so it wasn’t a waste of money.

The Japanese papparazzi chasing me at age 18 (thanks to Tom Selleck), and my own efforts at self portraiture, helped me get completely over camera shyness.

Life is hilarious.

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WHEN DUTY CALLS…

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