･༓☾ 𝓭𝓪𝓲𝓼𝔂 ☽༓･

“Because the truth is, tech doesn’t have an image problem. It doesn’t have a message problem. It has an intention problem. What’s wrong with the axe murderer who broke into my house is not that he hasn’t successfully persuaded me to buy into his narrative. What’s wrong is that he’s trying to kill me with an axe. Similarly, when you launch a product that’s designed to put millions of people out of work, block access to sources of verifiable truth, replace human creativity with slop, and lower the barriers to every sort of atrocity, the problem isn’t that you haven’t told the public a good story about those things. The problem is that you are trying to do them.”

Weeks prior to my operation, I began to get obsessed with the idea of my death. I finished a large scrapbook of my life and began to put things in order. I sat down and examined my accomplishments, my good and bad points. I was overcome with fear, with sadness. Then I came to realize how silly it all was. The glamour of all this young death of a beautiful transsexual began to sicken me. I realize I haven’t even begun to do my life’s work, to live as a woman, or have done enough artwork, to justify death. To die at this point would not only be tragic but also such a waste. So I won’t die.