Ignore the alt-text, there is nothing amazing behind this standard drunk uncle rant to be.
David Lawrence, American Average Americans:
Chatting about Gays at Gleason’s
As their world crumbles before their very eyes and the social changes they have desperately tried to inoculate themselves against finally bulge and bend against their steel reinforced closets, conservatives have become nostalgic of late. Nostalgic for a time when they could rant like a drunken buffoon about the various inherent villainies of the unprotected underclasses and their poor liberal friends just had to cough their way through it so they wouldn’t be seen as “rude”.
Verbatim (And fuck your boat, we’re going far beyond mangoes tonight!):
- I miss the beauty of the world. I miss when things were done well. I miss when every value wasn’t undercut by ideological intent. I miss when people told themselves the truth and knew what was good and what wasn’t. I am sick of the progressive world. I want to celebrate a regressive world without listening to fools cherish every possible change or re-evaluation.
Now, you might say, Cerberus, you sexy potential Plutonian moon to be*, those days of liberals having awkward conversations tiptoeing around their conservative pseudo-friends’ bigotries or Limbaughian rants is hardly a value of the past.
In fact, every last one of us commie pinko rat bastards can easily recall the last unfortunate family reunion, uncomfortable Facebook interaction, or severely awkward chit-chat with coworkers or acquaintances where we’re left to plaintively smile and wince as we try and steer the conversation ship between the heads of nucking futs conspiracy theories and the tentacles of simmering privileged resentment.
And indeed, this totally ordinary and completely without a fascinating personal background example of the trope may indeed be something we’ve encountered a million times before because of the unfortunate reality of bigotry being the status quo we are all pushing against.
Or at least it would be.
It would be if this conversation wasn’t pretty clearly a quaint fiction and overselling of a conversation (in a way not at all analogous to how the perfectly ordinary writer has been overselling his whole life if he wasn’t so Bob damned ordinary) that manages to make himself look worse than if he had just faithfully transcribed the final disillusionment of his remaining friend that is to transpire.
My old friend visits me at Gleason’s Gym. I’ve known Kenny for forty-seven years — longer than I’ve known my wife.
(George Takei voice) Oh my!(/George Takei voice)
And ironically enough, meeting a “friend” at the world-famous Gleason’s Gym in New York (where they trained Hillary Swank for Million Dollar Baby and have trained prize-fighters like human cannibal Mike Tyson) might be one of the few things about this whole tale to not have a high methane quantity.
Back in the sixties we used to go to clubs together and hang out with the Warhol crowd at Max’s Kansas City. W-
Whoa, whoa, whoa! Hold up a minute! The Warhol crowd? At Max’s Kansas City? You supposedly hung out with Andy fucking Warhol and his extremely transgressive and homosexual social clique and the various other proto glam rock icons? As the introductory paragraph of a post called “Chatting about Gays at Gleason’s” posted at the American Thinker?
Either this is the most ironic attempt at a “I know famous people” boast ever conceived of or my George Takei joke from last sentence was more prescient than I thought.
We’ve stayed friends as he became a Hollywood screenwriter and I became a big businessman, later a jailbird and a boxing coach. He’s now an academic. He is liberal, and I am conservative.
When being interviewed for a puff piece by New Yorker magazine, Davey Boy gave the standard bullshit line of how he used to be a liberal, but then argle bargle, now I am suddenly outraged about Chappaquiddick. All other information about him rather firmly paints him as a rich, tax-dodging, privilege-exploiting conservative douchebag who has happily spent his life failing upwards the George Bush way…
I mean, interesting life story, what interesting life story? Isn’t there a bizarre attempt at avoiding personal responsibility for his own life we can be focusing on instead?
We don’t care; Obama hasn’t infected us with his extreme divisiveness. Well, a little, but not much.
Phew, thanks for the save.
Yup, it’s totally Obama’s fault for being so blaaaaaaI mean divisive. Divisively black.
That’s totally the only reason that conservatives are forced! Forced, I say! To bait the various liberal acquaintances in their life, usually using awkward social conventions regarding certain spaces to prevent the liberal really letting into them and letting them have it. To turn those strained friendships into cold abandoned connections and why they are unable to react with any notion of empathy or compassion even when said people in their lives are willing to more or less give them a free pass.
To even bother, after the fact, when rewriting the final exchanges of friendships fully blown, of deliberate self-alienation in order to make it seem like a wise conservative guru being abandoned by one more mind-controlled slave of Obama, making them sound anything less than an unreasonable psychotic begging for a chance to go on a Rush-inspired hobby-horse rant against a filthy liberal just to say he did.
And if you think I’m being unfair, let’s let this mango tree conversation speak for itself.
Ken says, “You’re not really right-wing, are you?
We’ve all been here, haven’t we? Maybe it’s a family member, a long-distance friend, a former mentor or admired celebrity, or just a random person you ran into on the street. You’re trudging along, catching up or reading about their viewpoints and you run into the beginning of “The Line”. Now “The Line” might be anything, but it’s the point where you’re brain starts to trip and you find yourself trying to find the excuse to keep believing that this person isn’t really that psychotic. Hey, maybe you heard that wrong or it’s a momentary privilege fail and isn’t going to be the start of a giant rant about how Obama’s deathtroopers will be scuttling to abort heterosexual whites with UN death lasers.
You believe in gay marriage, right?”
And if you know them in real life, you may ask a small inquiring question, one you remember them not being a douchebag about the last time you saw them just to confirm they haven’t gone completely around the bend. I mean, this was the same dude you saw trying to give a lap dance to one of Andy Warhol’s male groupies, so even though he’s muttering about the nigger president and how boxing’s been going downhill ever since Cassius Clay got a terrorist name, he’s not completely gone around the bend, right?
Oh, poor, truncated strawliberal, Ken. I feel your pain.
Cause we all know what’s coming next.
“No,” I say. “We don’t have to redefine marriage just to please the gays.”
Yup, the bumper sticker slogan and the start of a slow descent into the treetops where the mangoes dwell.
“They have rights.”
“Look, the whole gay thing makes me uncomfortable. My whole life, my sex drive has been a hunger, a pre-eminent interest.
Though admittedly weirder than usual.
How… how do those two lines even connect? Gays = uncomfortable, because he gets really horny? I mean, assuming this isn’t yet another confirmation of the Closet Hypothesis (which let’s be honest, is probably the most accurate), how is this supposed to work? Because he likes to supposedly fuck pussy, gay people can’t have rights? I- Maybe he’s got some more information for me.
Do you think that I should just accept an aberration casually, like trying on different moral parameters or coats?
I… That’s not even connected to… Did I skip a paragraph somewhere…
Do you think that your willingness to abandon your principles makes you morally superior to me, or just plain weak?
Yeah, you can just hear the ellipses between these various sentences, can’t you? One of the many reasons that I’m baffled that Davey boy here bothered to chop up his conversation where he was chewed out as an irrational bigot by his once-long-time friend to make it seem like he had the upper hand, but still left in all the bits that made him look like a drunk asshole who can’t even be bothered to argue anything remotely close to reality.
You think that conservatives should lighten up on social issues, but sexual orientation is more important than hunger or war. When we were young, we spent twenty-three and half hours a day thinking about sex.”
Yes, sexual orientation is more important than hunger or war. Don’t believe me? Well, you try being on the front lines at the Swinger’s orgy and watching your best mate take a dildo to the right temple. Or walking down the dark bedrooms and seeing a poor thing, little more than a child, her body literally consuming itself with cuddles. It’s…
I don’t think I can continue…
And I still don’t fucking know why him being a horny teen once somehow makes gay people worse than shit that actually kills real living breathing people!
“You’re prejudiced. Are you against black rights?”
“Prejudice is the ability to make clear distinctions.
All right. All you aspiring conservative dingbats out there who want to write how you totally flipped the word table on that uppity liberal strawman with your linguistic ninjitsu? Let me sell you some free advice (since we all know giving it away is for commie hippies).
You want to hide the fact that you’re making shit up? Try not writing easy setups that conveniently lead into a pithy “oh snap”, especially if the rest of your writing betrays a complete lack of comic timing or cleverness in any other regard. I mean, there’s a lot that reveals you are completely making up a fictional adversary, but it’s that desire to invent yourself as getting in the last word that rises these works of fiction from a charming fantasy to a complete load of bullhonkey we’d have to be trepanned to take seriously.
Thanks, sincerely, your snark mistresses and masters.
Also, not to play the loathed Captain Dictionary role, but prejudice has pretty much always meant “judging something before getting to know the facts”. Whether by the dictionary definition, the historical definition, or its social usages or contexts. So, don’t know what your “it just means being super clear and decisive” Bushism was pulled out of, but as an “oh snap” moment, it probably would have been better to have gone with the minute-long bat-like screech that was your real response.
It is an asset, not a liability. And as for blacks, I’ve been closer to blacks than you.
By which he means being knocked out by rapper Kurtis Blow in the tragically hilarious Rapper Boxing League… I mean…
I’ve boxed with blacks for years and been in rap groups with them.
Yeah, no, you had a self-financed solo album you “released” with the money you weren’t paying on taxes or not defrauding your clients and… er…
I’ve been in jail, which they say is a black place…even though it isn’t.
You went to a minimum security white guy prison for other white collar criminals to serve their criminally injust sentences for millions of dollars for out-right theft in relative comfort while poor blacks serve decades-long sentences simply for getting high off the wrong substances…
Ah, shit. Sigh. Okay, okay, I have to admit it. David Lawrence’s life story is kinda amazing.
David Lawrence was a middle aged investment banker who fell into that gig by being a rich privileged asshole at CUNY majoring in English literature and muddling through that major in a way to give bad reputations to all humanities majors. At that point he decided to start an investment firm stealing its clients’ money because he couldn’t make it as a professor with any community college with a shred of dignity.
David Lawrence then used this money, that he “earned” by failing to pay taxes, committing gross malfeasance, and otherwise living like the various other yuppie tools that infested New York at this time in the early 1990s to release and promote a “rap album”.
Said “rap album” is… our final tiger of this evening, so I’ll say little else other than The White Rapper Ecyclopedia has a hilarious entry on him and his “relevance” to the music scene at the time. He apparently is defensively protective of this “rap legacy” that he built entirely by dumping $300,000 of his company’s money into releasing it and then putting big strange ads in some of the big rap papers at the time.
At the same time he trained for a “professional boxing career”. Said career involved him paying a shit-ton of money to Gleason’s Gym as part of their “White Collar boxing” program designed to fund the rest of the gym by letting the rich douchebags who want to feel like “a real man” have a go from time to time. As part of this, he became a last minute substitution in Chuck D’s worst brain fart, the Rapper’s Boxing League for LL Cool J, when the rapper suddenly discovered dignity. He then proceeded to get knocked the fuck down and out, but because rules were pretty much thrown out, he followed it up by breaking all of Kurtis Blow’s ribs because David Lawrence is a sore loser.
Despite this (because of the aforementioned money), Lawrence was hand-picked to box a few “professional” matches which he has gone on to pimp as a “successful boxing career”. He is currently serving as a trainer at Gleason’s Gym after releasing a few terrible poetry books (they’re like Vogon quality) through self-publishing.
His profile reads:
“I’ve been an amateur, professional and White Collar fighter and trainer at Gleason’s Gym for over 20 years. I fought in the first WHite Collar show, which was organized by Gleason’s Gym. I have a Ph. D. and was a former rapper, actor and Wall St. mogul. I am incredibly smart.” Great with kids & White collar boxers.
Yeah… Though I have to admit the brilliance of figuring out a way to give the rich douchebag investment bankers who fund the gym their “high quality training” with a proper white conservative tribesman without wasting any of the legitimate talent they have on their staff like Belinda Laracuente or Carlos Ortiz.
Note that these failing upwards, constantly protected, underindicted assholes are always the one bitching at the rest of us about personal responsibility and pulling ourselves up by our bootstraps…
Sigh, so let’s go back to his rant on why the gays make his dick too hard to let him give them the right to marry anyone else.
Who are you to speak up for blacks? You sound like pasty-faced Joe Biden or white Quentin Tarantino trying to hitch a ride on the black experience.
Yes, Mr. Real Liberal. You sure are exploiting real black history and are not a convenient strawman to bitch about various “bad names” I reflexively hate now as a tribesman in good standing.
At least allow them their suffering. Don’t try and steal it from them.”
Um, how was this strawman “stealing black suffering”? The strawman in this tale only asked a question about how many groups you hate. You’re the one who jumped immediately to discounting black narratives and claiming your offensive attempt to steal and appropriate their culture somehow made you Spike fucking Lee, hero to the downtrodden n(ever) ig(norant)s bouncing to old 2Pac albums.
“Gays suffer like blacks.”
“Blacks were slaves. Gays haven’t been put in chains. They may have been disliked because of their behavior, but they were not jailed and whipped. Except for Oscar Wilde, who did a measly two years like me. Also, blacks were segregated when they deserved their rights. If I were black, I would hate the comparison of gays with the black race. Blacks are hated for different skin color. It’s irrelevant. Gays are perverts.”
Apparently his jail time no longer counts as his instant blackface street cred when its used to minimize the oppression that gay people feel. Apparently the fact that queers (or even just those who are suspected of being so) in prison are regularly murdered by inmates or sexually/violently abused by guards doesn’t count towards the oppression index. Cause they haven’t been put into non-kinky chains and besides, gays aren’t visibly gay, so them being treated like untouchables whose very existence corrupts society is totally different from oppression.
“How can you say that? You sound like an idiot.”
Ha! Well played, liberal strawman! Well played!
“In the Merriam-Webster dictionary, ‘perversion’ is defined as an aberrant sexual practice or interest especially when habitual.
Fuck the dictionary.
No seriously, fuck the goddamned dictionary and every penny ante wannabe intellectual who seems to think that the dictionary is anything other than a tool for figuring out which word you intended to use or check your spelling.
Every ducking time, these idiots turn to a “definition” like this as if they just beat Deep Blue in a chess match when what they actually did was embarrass themselves by essentially going:
“The Nuclear Envelope is supposed to be radioactive stationary, therefore you’re wrong, scientists who actually know what that word means”
Two men having anal sex is certainly perversion.
It always comes back to the buttsex for homophobes, doesn’t it?
Also, seeing as how anywhere from a quarter to half of heterosexuals regularly engage in teh butt secks, I think we can safely discount it as a “perversion” by your Calvinball rules, unless you’d like to discount PIV sex from the set of “normal” sexual behaviors as well. Which… based on your odd hang-ups and defenses, I’m not entirely sure you wouldn’t agree to that.
You can’t redefine language to fit your predilections.
Yeah, you can’t just change language. I mean, sure, language is constantly changing as the cultural contexts, popular idioms, word usages, and vocabularies of our world grow, shift, and change, but it’s like language, man! Ever since we homophobes ran out of sensible reasons for supporting bigotry against gay people, it became super important for reasons.
If you lose your language, how are you going to denigrate me and all conservative views that differ from yours? You need language to disparage me.”
Yeah, I mean, how could you possibly denigrate me without that fancy language you want to eliminate! Obviously Obama is the only one creating this animosity between two groups, you filthy liberal language-hating bastard! What do you have to say about this? Yeah, I thought so, without your precious lang-
Okay, you’re giving me the world’s biggest eye roll and wank-off motion in history…
Well played, former friend. Well played.
“What about men loving each other?” Kenny asks. “Shouldn’t they get married?”
“Men haven’t been married to each other ever in history.
No, his little brain probably couldn’t handle it.
You can’t change tradition because you have developed some untested ideas which have spread amongst your light-thinking buddies — no offense — like the flu.”
Kenny sneezes. I hope he doesn’t have the flu. I smile to myself — Oh, well; if it’s a liberal’s flu, it’s probably weak. The silly things I think when I am trapped in a naïve argument with an ideologue speaking through a liberal mouthpiece.
He really thinks this is witty…
I’m overwhelmed with pity and I can’t stop!
And talk about density of right-wing fantasies and IT’S ALWAYS PROJECTION. If it was any more packed in there, we’d be in danger of creating a black hole.
“Also,” I say, “marriage was developed for men to protect women in a family unit.” Marriage was not created for love. Why do you think there were prearranged marriages?
You know what, I have to hand it to him. Most homophobes I encounter usually dance around the whole “traditional marriage” question and what they really support, but not Awesome David Lawrence, Wall Street Rapper Extraordinaire.
Nope, he’s proud to stand behind his belief that marriage is not about love, but punitive patriarchal purchases of female property.
Why do I suddenly think that his unquenchable hunger of a sex-drive is as unfed now as it was in his teenage years?
Let men love each other
Well, that’s nice of you to suddenly have this turn of heart. Perhaps you and your liberal strawman can find some common ground and help free you from the self-hatred that has you trapped in a toxic front of performed hyper-heteronormativity-
– but not marry each other or display their awkward sexual proclivities in public. We do not want to institutionalize aberrant behavior.”
Or not. Yes, gay people can love each other as long as no one is ever aware of their existence in any way. Otherwise… dooooooooooooom.
“But gay marriage is the wave of the future,” Ken says.
“You sound like under-educated Sean Penn, the Chávez-loving high school graduate. Did he ever take a college course? The wave of the future depends on what we respect in the past. Public displays of gay affection are sickening, no matter what liberals try to sell you. I’ve seen gays kissing on the corner and liberal heterosexual friends of mine trying to pretend they’re not offended. Why? It’s time gays got out of our faces. We have other things to do rather than to ratify perversion.”
Hey, homophobes, a quick word, over here.
You ever get tired of us mean snarky liberals suggesting you are closeted? You know what could help? Not providing reasons for antipathy to certain groups that sound as if you are in the midst of hiding the world’s strongest one-inch boner.
Also, it loses a little bit of the force of impact when the places where such things were “shoved in your face” are clubs off Greenwich Village famed for their connections to famous queer culture.
“I like gays,” Ken says.
“Fine. Like them. I like most of them, too. They’re mostly nice.
Of course he does. I mean, he just wants them to have zero rights or protections, be viewed and treated exactly as a corrupting virus or subhuman monster would be, have their very lives treated as an aberration to everything right with society, and be blocked from ever existing in public less they ever cause a passing conservative to have untoward lustful thoughts, but it’s not like he actually dislikes them.
I mean, when he gets to know them, as actual people, he sees that they are humans just like him. Funny, charming, fucked up, bitchy. Possible date material if (cough cough cough). Anyways, when the bigotries and the trained responses given by conservative ideology melt away in the reality of what is, of who gay people are, he likes them fine. But he just can’t be a conservative asshole unless he is perfectly willing to discount experience for ideology, so, sorry faggots, but no rights for you.
Again, I’m amazed that this is his “edited to make me look like the reasonable intellectual one” version of events. The one he chose to publicize to make himself look good.
But don’t change our institutions to meet their desires. I am sick of their rushing out of the closet and putting us on the hangers of their philosophies.
So cruel! Coming out in daily society. Forcing us to have to reconcile the horseshit we have been sold in our religious institutions and jock cultures with the daily reality. And thus “putting us in the closet” because we just happen to have vivid fantasies and loathe people who are out for reminding us of the secret longing we can never fulfill. Truly no crime on our part is unjustified because of this assault by the queer menace.
Why do we have to love them? Why can’t we just accept them as people and quit having to embrace their aberrances?”
“You didn’t seem to have a problem in our college days when we hung out at Max’s.”
Yeah… I was wondering when that would be brought up by the strawman.
“That’s because I felt bad for them back them. Now they’ve become bullies.
No, no, he’s got us dead to rights.
We may think we’re just trying to lead our little lives, be ourselves, and simply coexist in the same big giant world that people like him do as if we were just other humans. But we’re not, we’re the worst sort of bullies.
I’m the worst sort of bully.
I know, you might think, Cerberus, you supernova of asexual lust, how could you possibly be a bully?
Well, it’s not a proud story, but one I’ve been struggling with lately.
See, it started at my job. Now I’ve been out with them as one of those evil transsexuals since I first started work there (first bullying on my part), but I never really shoved it down their throats until around November/December when a shift in dress code forced me into having to wear skirts and be visibly out to avoid painful gender dysphoria (a development that intensely freaked out my upper management level boss and came as a great shock to her at the time and completely changed how she has interacted with me since, though she continues to refuse to call me by the female name I have used at work my entire employment or use anything other than male pronouns in referencing me to other people).
And well, at that point, I truly committed the worst sins I could possibly commit. I was a fantastic teacher, but no longer one my bosses could pretend was a poster-child cis-white-man. All the museum, its visiting teachers, various parents, and even kids were stuck singing the praises of a filthy tranny. Even learning to view me as… human, positive, influential.
You can see the cruelty I was so casually inflicting due to my selfish and bullying demand to be true to myself in a state where I was legally in my right to do so. Helpless against my assault, they tried in vain to protect themselves… by carefully constructing a list of “failures to comply with protocols” that were “intensely disappointing” even though my coworkers were failing these particular protocols much more severely with zero issue or complaint by the bosses. They are forced to try and push me out, working through the various stages of justifying firing me, so it all looks clean and legit to anyone who might perhaps take issue with it, heh heh. And they are forced to demonstrate less than half the subtlety they think they are in eliminating me from their presence, because my wanton cruelty and intense bullying has trapped them in a corner of reflexive bigotry. If only I was empathic enough to avoid coming out of the closet and thus making it impossible to remain in denial about my actual sex (even though they specifically told me it was okay to do so (actually, now that I think about it, they just stressed that I had that legal protection and the institution would be “forced” to stand behind me, sigh, another one for the bully column)).
I can’t make up for that cruelty, but I can apologize by fleeing to a new job hopefully before they finish firing me, or possibly by flopping around like a fish trying desperately to avoid doing anything that can be twisted and used as an excuse to continue eliminating me “legally”, or by simply giving into the culture of alienation, failure, impotence, and internalized hatred they are trying to instill to reduce my will to fight back and thus take the “most convenient path”**.
So, here, being oppressed by a transphobic institution that wants to fire me, despite legal protections, simply because it’s run by a bunch of conservative assholes and thus my incredible job performance and regard by our customers might as well be horseshit, I can sympathize with poor David Lawrence and how he’s been bullied into… something, I’m sure they made him defraud his customers and release a terrible rap album or whatever.
Because that, and not the shitty way queer individuals are STILL treated today***, is the real oppression and besides gay people were never put in chains or something.
If we don’t give them our wholesale approval, they pretend we are prejudiced. But prejudice is not discernment. Distinction is the right to be horrified by perversion. In fact, we have the necessity to reject what we reject if we are true to our own sexual proclivities. Why are gays always looking for acceptance? I don’t care if they are sickened by heterosexual love. Why should they be so interested in our opinions of them?”
“I give up,” Ken says.
Yeah, Ken, we’ve all been there. At the moment where trying to bring your asshole conservative acquaintance back to reality is just not worth the frustration and increased blood pressure of having to put up with their bullshit rationalizations and assholery.
“Thank God. I’m bored with the subject. They wanted to come out of the closet, and they brought the moths with them. They have succeeded in turning some of us against them while the other dolts follow them to feel good about themselves. Let’s go out and watch some boxing. There’s something honest about hitting each other.”
Even in their self-created fantasies, these assholes feel they need to have the last word.
We go out and watch two beginners sparring. It’s ugly. They keep ducking their heads and getting hit.
Yeah, I see your attempt at SYMBOLISM, but if you really thought that was some beginner trying to throw their “best punches” at you, then you’ve become so used to your charmed life of privileged lowered expectations that you’ve completely lost all possibility of perspective.
I miss the beauty of the world. I miss when things were done well. I miss when every value wasn’t undercut by ideological intent. I miss when people told themselves the truth and knew what was good and what wasn’t. I am sick of the progressive world. I want to celebrate a regressive world without listening to fools cherish every possible change or re-evaluation.
Yes, back in ye olden times, when even this impotent half push-back from a liberal friend who doesn’t care enough to really fight back would be absent and a bigot would be safe to casually oppress those he didn’t know or bother to care about without even bothering to look back at the damage he was causing.
Those regressive, backwards days are gone mein fruend. And hopefully soon, even that mild pushback will be gone and the only response to your antiquated old-fashioned hatreds will be the simmering contempt and disbelief we give to people who still hate the Irish.
And maybe even we’ll have a world, where a bumbling inebriated inept career producing shit like this:
and then paying a bunch of hacks to claim you’re a goddamned Renaissance Man are treated much like the pathetic self-congratulations the French Aristocrats gave themselves shortly before the peasants started sharpening guillotines.
Also, you rap for shit.
‘Shorter’ concept created by Daniel Davies and perfected by Elton Beard. It turns out that real oppression, unlike the shit wingnuts go on about, actually, legitimately sucks. Who knew? We are aware of all Internet traditions.™
* All I can say is aww, guys, gals, genderqueers, and fluberts. Just aww. You really know how to flatter a pup.
** Don’t worry, I’m not and I’m not going to. But frankly, I’m furious that under the context of unforgivable numbers of trans* individuals taking their lives, they would even go there in trying to undercut my self-esteem and my connection to reality just because they’re scared that their illegal activities might be in any way inconvenienced.
*** During my run as teacher for Institution to Be Named Once They Complete the Deed, I think of the various kids I’ve connected with. Kids who got their first positive experiences with science, who were made to care about a subject, who had people caring about them for the first time in their lives. And I think more about what they will soon be deprived of, a positive trans* role model in their lives to prevent them from growing up into David Lawrences. And I think most of those few trans* kids I specifically connected with. Especially one student whose mom asked me to mentor her as one transwoman to another on the frightening precipice of entering middle school. I told that young kid an “It Gets Better” story about how the next few years may be rough, but they’ll be entering an adult world where she can be anything she wants, where I personally was proof that she could work as an awesome teacher and be recognized for her own awesomeness without prejudice or bigotry. By the time that kid reaches adulthood, I want to shape a society where that statement is true and no one will ever think about treating her the way they did me. And I want to shape society in the meantime into one where she can safely reach adulthood without the David Lawrences of the world making her disheartened and afraid.