#mccarthy

Jesus Fucking Christ.

In case you thought, somehow, that the trans people who have been telling you that the efforts to stigmatize transness as obscene and our mere existence as pornographic was only the beginning and that it was the construction of a launchpad to come after ALL queer people in the same way were all just being hysterical and alarmist, please note that the Second Lavender Scare has truly begun.

Take special note:

These firings also come just days after the quiet repeal of protections meant to prevent intelligence agencies from spying on LGBTQ+ people solely based on their sexual orientation or gender identity. As Bloomberg reported, “The Office of Intelligence and Analysis posted an updated policy manual late last week that removes references to those characteristics in sections that set guardrails on gathering intelligence.” Now, with far fewer trans and queer people left in the intelligence community, there will be even fewer voices to push back if these tools are turned against us.

I find it so annoying that Suede is on here as The London Suede. Who even is the american Suede?

McCarthy - Keep An Open Mind or Else (1989)

Jangly indie pop with political lyrics, with Tim Gane on guitar (later of Stereolab).

Thanks to @writingrosesonneptune for tagging me here! The word for this game was PEACHY.

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P – Putting that troubling image aside, Lawrenson still had all of his usual lingering discomforts to contend with.

E – Even his uncles stood and spoke with some distance to him, casting furtive glances in Raymond's direction as if to affirm that he was still out of earshot.

A – As he made to push himself upright, Farrow placed his foot between Markov's shoulder blades and forced him back against the ground.

C – ‘Come on,’ Farrow urged, nudging McCarthy's leg with the toe of his shoe. ‘Tell me more about him.’

H – His own disgusted scoff, the almost snarling way he'd declared Not on your life!—Markov could still recall these sounds clearly, as clearly as he remembered the brief expression of rage that had passed over Kearney's face before fading.

Y – ‘You want to know what I've learned?’ At this point he reclined slightly, then, as if recalling that the seat did not have a back, hurried to right himself before he fell. ‘...There's nothing in this world worth worrying about.’

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