• Transfem enby
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  • Anti-fascist, anti-racist
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Trans rights are human rights!

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Cake day: September 8th, 2023

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  • My advice: make sure he has other interests and socializes.

    I was obsessed with coding from age 7, and now wish I had spent that time otherwise, more being a “normal” kid and less time sitting alone giving orders to a damned computer. Once I reached my mid-twenties the joy died in the realities of the job market, and now I can’t even think about that crap anymore.

    You know what I enjoy now? Playing a guitar. Didn’t start until age 30, and it was like a revelation.

    Sorry I didn’t answer your question. I still think any parent who wants to “get their child started” on something early should heed my advice and experience. I am for real a walking, talking (sometimes) warning.





  • I think it’s hilarious that people are still using DOS in 2024!

    Sim City 2k was the first time I used Windows 95. One of the teachers in my sixth grade class had it on their computer, and they let us take turns playing it. It seemed really amazing to those of us who grew up with more primitive computers, like Apple IIs, even Macs, various x86 clones running DOS, or occasionally Windows 3.1.

    My first PC in 1998 even had Sim City 2k “Network Edition” pre-installed. Played the shit outta that game!


  • Last time I attended a church service, it was Catholic and just happened to be Easter Sunday. Small town with a facility for retired nuns. I was visiting family with my mom (a Catholic). I was not raised with religion, as my parents were at the time very disillusioned with the church.

    But I decided that since I was there, I would try to absorb as much of the scene as possible. It was a very modern service, the manner of the priest, the topics discussed which were more social than theological.

    One thing that struck me was how low energy and unenthusiastic everyone seemed. Like, it’s Easter, this is supposed to be the happiest day of the year for Christians. Nobody seemed particularly happy. They had all been there and done that many times before. It was like going through the motions as an obligation, not an act of joy.

    The church itself was magnificent in its own way, large and opulent, with large stained glass windows, statues. Beautiful, really. I quite enjoyed the setting, and nothing the priest said was offensive to me. I don’t believe that anyone can rise from the dead, nor be the son of a god, but the messages about not giving into messages of hate, that was alright.

    Even though I wasn’t a member of the community, indeed I would be considered unworthy and ostracized, being in the presence of people all devoted to one idea did impart a sense of community. I wonder how many others there were unbelievers or doubters, simply hedging their bets in case it’s all true.