[ SECRET POST #5593 ]

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⌈ Secret Post #5593 ⌋

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[Malcolm in the Middle]


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[The Owl House]


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[Doctor Who (2005)]













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Comments

Re: What are you still mad about or at?

[(Anonymous)]

AYRT

Same. I was 14 when I got a computer/the internet, and there was no google. AskJeeves was brand new, and AOL was the common gateway to the internet. I got kicked off every time someone called the house. I didn't even use the internet as a resource for school because the search functions back then were such shit. Also, there wasn't a whole lot of stuff on the internet other than really crappy text websites (no dark mode, RIP my eyes) and chat boards.

I was mostly in AOL chatrooms about Star Trek.

We weren't QUITE backwoods, since we had a library and all, but the town was very 1950s. We had a main street (helpfully named Main Street), with a general store/post office/soda pull (yes, all one store). We would go visit my great grandmother in her house in Dewar, where my mom's mom grew up, and the bathroom was an outhouse. So we weren't far off.

I think because my mom (who was the first person in our family to go to college) emphasized learning since I was born, I never thought I was broken, as a person. I figured if something was wrong, it had to be physical, like diabetes or something. I always had the framework of "This is the way things are, so what does that mean?" Men are interested in intellectual pursuits, or physical pursuits. Women are interested in love and men. I'm not interested in love or men. I'm also not broken as a person, because this is just the way I am. Ergo...

It was also the time when the mainstream was learning about the existence of the whole queer spectrum. Gay men first, lesbians second (with a scoff that they probably didn't exist except as far as it was for men to watch), and then the trans. But the idea of trans at the time, in my tiny corner of the world, was that it was a sexual deviant trying to make their perversions acceptable. I saw lots of trans panic defense in the news, because everyone in my neck of the woods thought it was perverts trying to corrupt decent men and the men were only defending their honor.

I met my first trans person in college and realized very quickly that that was a load of bullshit. Learned a lot about gender identity and feminism and sexuality and it was life changing. I got my first actual comprehensive sex education in freshman orientation, because I chose the college that was the most liberal and not-south that I could find. The official unofficial motto is Communism, Atheism, Free Love.