At the superposition of blessed and cursed

Like dude imagine telling a struggling kid that if they don't have the body that aligns perfectly with their gender identity that their only option is to kill themselves. Because that's exactly what you're saying. You're telling them that their life is not worth living if they can't mutilate their body.

It's like saying "if you don't let anorexic kids starve themselves they'll commit suicide!" Well maybe we should deal with the source of the problem, the anorexia. Obviously make sure the kid is safe if they're genuinely suicidal, but the suicidality is a symptom of the anorexia, and it's not going to be fixed by letting the kid continue to embrace their hatred of their own body.

No, I don't think kids should be allowed to mutilate their body. But you are the ones saying that the options are "transition or kill yourself". I'm giving them another option, which is to learn to be satisfied and live a fulfilling life as the person they are, the one they were born as. I'm the one saying their body is wonderful just the way God made it. I'm the one saying that killing yourself is never a good option.

gerald of wales: The weasel also, when its young are dying from any hurt, recovers and restores them to life by the use of a yellow flower. We are told by persons who have witnessed the fact, having put the whelp to death to make the experiment, that the weasel brought the flower in its mouth, and first applied it to the wound, and then to the mouth, nostrils, and other orifices of the little animal, that it might inhale the odor, by which, through the efficacious touch of the plant, breath was restored, though life seemed extinct, some slight and imperceptible vestiges of it only having remained.

aberdeen bestiary: it is said, also, that they are skilled in healing, so that if by chance their young are killed, and their parents succeed in finding them, they can bring their offspring back to life.

thomas of cantimpré: Accordingly they are said to be expert in all the arts of medicine, so that, if they find their offspring dead, they make them naturally recuperate by means of a herb

also in marie de france's lai eliduc, guildeluec uses a flower she got from a weasel that was resurrecting its weasel friend to resurrect guilliadon

conclusion:

behold, a necromancer

what i love about it is it’s so mysterious and dark, and there’s so many ways to interpret it. a list of ones I’ve found, if you will:

the literal intepretation: creepy, possibly demonic hotel that you can never leave, with spirits (presumably of other/past occupants) haunting the halls, tormenting you forever

the afterlife: the hotel is a metaphor for hell (i can understand it, but i personally find it kinda boring)

drugs: it’s all a metaphor for drug addiction

the highlife: it’s a metaphor for fame, as a performer who never really escapes the spotlight

the technically correct/original: hedonism and materialism in California/Los Angeles, and how everyone in such a place came from somewhere, and is trapped there forever by their own insatiable need for pleasure

the cult: the hotel is a commune/meeting place for a possibly satanic/cannibalistic/orgiastic cult, and the singer in the story is their next victim/initiate

the asylum: it was once rumored that the inspiration for the Hotel California was a certain psychiatric hospital in Los Angeles, and that the song is from the perspective of a patient

and there’s probably more. all from a single song, with a bewitching melody and progression.