Mostly I wanted to tell a small story about someone who very quietly realizes that they don't live in as free of a country as they thought they did. Enjoy!

This story started with a few converging ideas: How far would transphobes really take their chromosomal essentialism, given the chance? What would a story about reproductive rights look like if it was a man's rights being impinged? What would the results of a scientocratic revolution look like?

It's been a year since my last finished story was posted - personal stuff meant I stopped writing, but I'm back on the train now.

“Your vibes, m’lord.”

The jaw muscles these people must have, lord.

Public policy these days feels like a game of Wheel of Fortune where every wedge on the wheel says “Laissez-Faire Capitalism”

And very few people living today have ever experienced genuine liberation.

Politicking is a constellation of ideas about how we view ourselves, other people, and the relationships that tie us together. It can’t be summed up into Team Red vs Team Blue. If we are gonna sum it up into anything, it’s oppression vs liberation.

Who came up with this whole left wing/right wing model of thought? Funny how we’ve questioned every other binary but not this one. It’s just not a way of organizing thought that makes sense. What the right does is on a totally different plane of reality than what the left does.

There’s no such thing as a leftist who shoots randomly into a crowd. Leftists CARE ABOUT OTHERS. That’s their defining trait. There is no horseshoe of ideology. It’s a propaganda tool powerful people invented to divert blame. It’s fictional whataboutism on an industrial scale.