Living on Dreams and Borrowed Time

#the lesbian gaze

If your friends or pastor are claiming that a vote for a woman makes you less of a man, they’re full of shit and should be called out on it. But that can be difficult, so if you prefer to just go into that booth and mark the box next to the one candidate whose brain isn’t completely cooked, who has economic plans that will work ready to roll out, and who has no advisors seeking to create a white nationalist state, you can vote your conscience. You can vote to protect your family and your country.

His response: "No, it's my name now."

I went to the pharmacist yesterday, his nametag is my deadname. He informed me he's immigrating and in the process he's changed his first name to my deadname to have an English sounding name. That's why he's now able to get a reprint of his nametag to be my deadname. And repeated, with the intense seriousness of someone who is going to die on this hill: "It's mine now. Not yours. I'm taking." His tone indicated that decision is final.