“Mine!” That’s what toddlers say when another child wants to play with their toys. I remember my own children saying “Mine!” It took some time to change their “minds” to be generous, kind and giving.
But that “Mine!” attitude isn’t easy to break. Even, as adults, “mine” is a part of our DNA. My plans. My ideas. My way. My life. In the words of Frank Sinatra “I did it MY way!” Not anything…
"If you really loved me, you'd change your ideas to agree with mine! I can't see you ever again! Not unless you promise never to disagree with me!" (First Romance Magazine 29, 1954). What if we never discuss religion, politics, philosophy, sports, fashion, popular culture, nutrition, or any other controversial topic?
WHAT IF EMBER GETS POWER FROM PEOPLE SAYING HER NAME BECAUSE SHE'S TRANS
Like. Imagine. Imagine the angst. Imagine you're a wee baby trans girl and you're just about ready to come out and then you fucking DIE before you can do so and therefore get buried with the wrong name. WOULD YOU NOT BECOME A GHOST AND HAUNT SOME SHIT? I WOULD BECOME A GHOST AND HAUNT SOME SHIT.