Girl with gender garnishes; she/her unless you know the secret menu.Not a shrimp that is a cat, but a cat that is often full of shrimp. That's an important distinction.
I love you robots and artificial intelligence with mental illness. I love you repression being depicted as literally deleting archived data to preserve functionality. I love you anxiety attacks being depicted as a system crashing virus. I love you ptsd being depicted as an annoying pop-up. I love you anxiety disorder being depicted as running thousands of simulations and projected outcomes. I love you artificial beings being shown to be human via their own artificiality.
it’s easy to forget, so I’ll remind y’all: you can make fantasy versions of anything. yes even things you might not think about. like soil types. I am thinking of fantasy soil types right now
the idea that restrooms, locker rooms, etc need to be single-sex spaces in order for women to be safe is patriarchy's way of signalling to men & boys that society doesn't expect them to behave themselves around women. it is directly antifeminist. it would be antifeminist even if trans people did not exist. a feminist society would demand that women should be safe in all spaces even when there are men there.
The inadequacy beast has been rather taxing lately.
I design buildings for a living. There is quite a lot that goes into the design of a building and architecture school can be rather intense as a result. It isn't uncommon for a professor to literally tear your project apart. Really, I have seen models ripped in half. This doesn't instill a sense of worth in what is produced. Even when grades didn't reflect this harsh criticism, I still carried it. It was good motivation to keep improving, even though it came at the cost of my pride.
The work place is different from architecture school. Where before I would at least get a grade at the end of a project saying I did good, now I have nothing. I am spending every day working on projects I barely receive feedback on, never knowing if I am too slow or not good enough. Constantly feeling inadequate. Architecture school is fantastic at teaching someone to make a variety of pretty renderings and write words about them. (That's all these posts are.) It is less good at teaching the reality that no one can afford anything nicer than a box. That buildings are actually stupidly detailed. That I barely learned anything at all.
Topping off this mental mess is the trans problem. I'm already so scared of losing this job. I feel like I can't risk being myself. I can't afford to give anyone any reason to dislike me, even if they're ultimately in the wrong.
I would be far worse off without this artistic outlet. I'm glad I can at least get some cool art out of this stress.