Racism used to be a problem until Lincoln and MLK fixed it.

Both constantly and never. I was born to teen parents, so as far back as I can remember, every other day, my Dad would constantly say “Whatever you do, don’t get her pregnant.” Even when I was far too young to understand what pregnant or sex was.

But the closest thing I got to “the talk” was when I was 17 and he randomly barges into the living, throws a pack of condoms at me, says “wrap your schlong” and then keeps walking to his bedroom.

Later that night I told him that A) I wasn’t having sex B) didn’t plan on it and C) that I wasn’t even sure what to do with a condom or how throwing one at me was helpful. He shrugged “Sorry I don’t have ace parenting skills or whatever” and that was the end of it.

I thought I learned how to have sex by watching porn, but… obviously that wasn’t true so I had to be taught everything by partners. Including extremely basic things like what semen, periods or orgasms were.

Thanks Dad…

It was easier to be a big fish in the pre-internet music pond. I would never said the Beatles are bad, they aren’t. But aside from understanding the historical significance, I would never ever put the Beatles on regularly.

Just as I don’t watch B&W films every night. Charlie Chaplin was great, for the time, just simpler than what I actually actually enjoy.

Only because she attacked a cis woman. No consequences from the years doing everything in her power to targetedly harass individual trans peolle, the community as a whole or publishing books about trans serial killers.

Don’t get me wrong, I’m happy to see her go quite, I hope she stays that way. But I’m bitter it wasn’t a realization that her crusade was mysgonstic hatred, only that she was a zealot who accidently friendly fired.