Durandal wrote:Speaking from a pure cost-benefit analysis perspective
first, foremost - i really appreciate being asked these questions in good faith and some curiosity toward my perspective.
it is not that hard to vote, you're right about that. and i don't bemoan people active in local elections, local politics - but
what do you do to send the message that politicians in your area are not doing enough? what do you do when the vote to ostensibly make your life a little less hard carries with it many things that make your life harder, that makes life harder for almost everyone you know? in the instance where there's a swing vote and i am directly pressed to a hot plate and it's die or sizzle, how many times do i choose 'sizzle' before i'd rather the person who put me on the hot plate just fucking kill me or not? when do i stop tolerating not just 'not enough', but active suffering no matter what i choose? voting comes along with it an extremely bizarre culture that you
should as well as it does the idea there is a group that is more your friend and a group that is less your friend. it's not that i'm eager for my corpse to become a catalyst, but i'd rather be killed - for my own sake, bereft of what change it could cause - turning the other cheek. this may seem like i'm reducing things to an either/or, but hear me out:
the reality is that that most people don't actually vote for much more than a couple of impulsive reasons or causes, and those causes are always attached to a demonic parasite. that parasite is not even the politician, who might be just as sadly deluded as you (the general "you," not you, specifically) are, but the very mechanism of perpetual suffering that we think is american politics. this amorphous entity with no body or mind that we all bow down to, that many of us pretend to see and hear, but is more false than any god. at some point, it becomes very deeply easy to see people voting the other way as enemies, to see people voting the same way as friends, to see people not voting as somehow worse than anyone because they possess no conviction. i think we can safely agree that no matter how wrong i might be perceived to be, i am certainly not lacking conviction, certainly not lacking a history to establish it. the amount of hand-wringing i have seen from fellow trans people all across the spectrum of class and wealth that "if you didn't vote blue, you
literally elected trump" was fucking astonishing. people asking you to block them if you couldn't get off your ass to do what they will eagerly characterize as the simplest thing in the world. people who are ostensibly 'my' people, ostensibly 'my' friends, ostensibly 'my' 'community.' at each others' throats, wishing for each others' real, actual death, crying to god to please stop being faced with those doing it wrong, who don't really care, who will just hurt them - and being deeply, horribly misguided over who those people are.
at some point in any abusive relationship, you leave. eventually, enough is enough. paying attention to the minute differences between two flavors of suffering for even one second is too much. ten seconds is agonizing. a minute is torture. participation in a two-party system ultimately leads to this. "liberals" have no interest in changing. voting for them is still sending the signal that they can do just a teensy tiny, little bit more, and then we can coast forever on no change. roe v wade getting overturned is like christmas for democrats, it's back to campaigning on basic human rights while the middle class is eroded into non-existence. that's enough to get people to go the polls. that's enough to get people to believe it's the side that 'cares about human rights' versus the side that doesn't. at some point, you take a friend arguing for the sanctity of conception on bad faith, and you're charged against them, they're charged against you. likewise, at some point, the floor is eroded from underneath as you learn to vote more and more on the easiest thing they can get you to vote with while the non-choices begin to represent narrower and narrower interests. by mother fucking design, you don't (read:
no one) even know what the fuck you're voting for, but you
think you know enough that probably it's the better decision. people voting for trump aren't the dumbest people on the planet, they're people backed into a corner who, when pressed to making one of two choices (because not voting is not an option, or so i am often told), picked the one guy who has conviction in something, even if that conviction is evil. at least the mother fucker believes in something.
voting, intrinsically, is not such a bad thing. in small groups, in deeply local senses, democracy does do something and i am not against it as political instrument. but the larger the scale, the greater people's unknowing of what their 'doing' actually is. at some point, you create what we have now: a binary system dictating two slightly different versions of reality to millions of people, arguably billions with how much american politics affect the globe. and the local level is subservient to the higher levels, piggybacks off of them, often campaigns on how much they agree with that bigger person. i live in east tennessee, i watched most super-conservative politicians down here win over more moderate and compassionate options because they'd say "maga" confidently. i watched women do this - both vote and campaign for it. trump is for women, i watched neighbors believe, somehow. i watched the process by which they felt that man became the only thing that stood up for them.
the "cost/benefit" here is that i: waste my time and energy and attention and love and goodwill. and i get: more things that will do that. why do i participate in this? why? why do i participate in a contest that enables my continued suffering? that enables people like our dear, hopelessly retarded bulletmagnet to think he's doing something for the rights of 'people like me' when he tells 'people like me' that i don't know what i'm doing and that i'm walking into the jaws of those who would consume me? he sure as shit doesn't look ever look like he learned to be happy in the years i've seen him posting this kind of uselessly superior, petulant drivel (he does look smug, sure), but he just as surely learned to talk to someone who has taken actual beatings to the face by people who hate her as though she's a lamb ignorant of the lion she's lain with. oh, if ONLY his education could spare me my own suffering! my real, actual beatings and rape taught me nothing! what a generous thing it is, actually, to talk down to me. i have probably never been closer to losing my permission to post on this forum than spitting on the hall monitor whose job it is to tepidly bait the chuds out until they say something stupid enough to get chucked. i imagine, however, it's a 'bad look' to ban the most vociferous tranny on the forum in the "cancel culture" thread and it wasn't even actually considered. all fucks like him can do is scold, which no one wants to fucking hear. that, and grow more and more emboldened that the other aisle is worse and begin to see it in more and more places.
my neighbors, who are people who don't vote for liberalism, but will smile with me, talk with me, worry about me when i'm ill, pray for me when i'm in danger, offer to help me in times of need... and who will get to learn about a group of people who are not actually that different from them if i reciprocate these things - are they better or worse than that? voting (in a two-party system, yes) doesn't change minds, it institutes a system that actively encourages animosity and distance on local levels. and i know, yes, i could vote
and make friends and be kind. i could probably do all the things i say are good and helpful and still, when it comes down to a very crucial contest, participate in the election and 'make a difference.' but i don't want to. i don't think the kind of voting available to me makes friends or spreads kindness. and i vote for what i want: no more of this. there is no one campaigning for even a fraction of enough of my interests. voting independent comes with the exact same admonishment that i can't possibly ever do or change anything.
i'm not saying that "paying attention is a slippery slope," i'm not saying that i'd rather suffer or die than vote, i'm saying that voting is a gateway to personal hell that i've spent too much of my life in. it possesses more than a capacity to radicalize, it possesses a capacity to create apathy. i am not fucking apathetic. i am not so beaten so that i am to the point i give up and compromise and go "yes, this was enough to get me to participate." i am going to die whether i vote or not. maybe if i do not vote long enough, people will finally present a candidate that is fighting hard enough to get me "off my lazy ass." but i really don't think someone saying as much as i am to one specific person is a "lazy ass." it
would be easier to just go and vote. please let this be a testament to how much i care about changing minds about me, i put this level of energy into nearly every damn thing i do. please also let it be a testament that i've done my due diligence in thinking about my decision. probably, people who wish for change and vote do wind up voting with the same hope: if they pray hard enough, god will listen to them. but i want my hope, my prayers, my wishes and desires be put into people who i can see and touch. the system that encourages me to vote encourages me to look at many of those people as not just my enemy, but a threat to my existence. if i can't trust my friends, family, and neighbors, i'd rather cut out the middleman and pray straight to god to change them.
it's easier to convince the person next door to not kill me than it is to convince the person in town hall to make the person next door be deprived of their ways of doing so. i have probably convinced several people who do vote that who they are voting for does not represent their interests. i've probably instigated more change than locking myself in a room in fear of everyone surrounding me and then once a year going down to push a button to make sure don't get permission to blow my head off if they have sex with me (if, somehow, you aren't familiar with the trans panic defense, i suggest becoming familiar with it) or what the fuck ever. i have started more conversations than i can count with "i don't vote, here's why" that would have never, ever happened if when asked who i voted for, i said "the blue guy." and i would have gotten bogged deep down in the murk of convincing the other person that this person is more in their interest instead of talking to them about how the guy they voted for isn't their interest. their interests
aren't mine, but if i'm in their interest, then their interests involve me (and vice versa). my next door neighbor and her husband are literally red-voters in an actual biker gang with a 'don't tread on me' sticker on their truck (yes, really), but they've helped me in a number of ways and been a reliable, kind, and useful presence in my life. a kind presence i wouldn't have if i had been more interested in scolding them than agreeing with or understanding their gripes and commiserating them. i fucking guarantee to you that when they see another tranny, now, they are considerably less likely to think ill of them.
i will "get involved" and "vote for my interests" when that is reciprocated by politicians. not voting en masse creates an outcry that the existing parties aren't reflecting voter interests, which dislodges them from the vacuum they're occupying. i want both parties gone or completely overhauled or to actually have competition, and i don't get that by voting for one of them. i'm not even asking for
that much before i would cast a ballot, but if you consistently watch "blue" destroy its own candidates whose policies could actually institute real change, what the fuck am i even doing other than letting them know they're doing something right by casting my vote? it's not that i don't care. as someone whose very identity is a debate held by the elite as a major issue right now: i fucking guarantee you, i
care a lot. every action, every refusal of action is a choice, and i can promise you i am making mine with considered deliberation.
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BulletMagnet wrote:would you have already taken it upon yourself to ban me?
yeah, man, i'd have put my boot on and taken you out in the street, then made you kiss the curb like you would your mother. i'd have then cracked down on the small of your neck with my heel as the ball of my foot made contact with the rear of your skull with such astonishing force that the impact of your teeth shattering and jaw splitting open on the concrete would cause me to instinctively giggle at the incomprehensible absurdity of the loss of human life represented by the flash of red in my eyes. i'd have shivered in cold, unexamined, pure delight as the truth of exercised authority's reality made my wish for you to shut your stupid fucking mouth came true. i'd thank god for the opportunity to relish this moment by making us both flesh and smile and smile and smile so widely and for so long it would never leave my countenance ever again. i'd be born again into the next life with that same eternal glee.
oh, hold up, wait, that's what's what you want me to be afraid of happening to me if i don't believe in the necessity of my participation in authority. sorry, i don't know how to respond to threats. (no, i would not ban you, you fucking idiot. i am not waiting for my opportunity to wear the boot, i'm against the concept of "the boot")
bm - i would call you talking to anyone how you're talking to me "phobic" of what they are. call it human-phobic, if you want. for christ's sake, to fucking repeat myself: no, i do not believe "american conservatism" is "powerless," and the idea that i have to explain to you that this is not what i believe fills me with such genuine dread that i do not know if i can make any sense to you, whatsoever. how the fucking hell can i say that much for you to arrive at that basic misunderstanding? what on earth could i say to get you to begin to understand me? i believe that in today's society, people are powerless, and that the participation in this machine (of which "american conservatism" is
a face of) is what engenders the machine to power over us.
i have talked to the "too many pronouns people," i am friends with a few "too many pronouns people." presenting to me the idea that those people (as if they're not individuals but an amorphous group who can only make ethical decisions as dictated to them by their caucus) are going to win if i don't go do whatever it is you think i should do is deeply, comically, ludicrously disrespectful to my lived experience.
nobody wins when we settle for less and less and less and less and less of what we actually want. this is a lived experience you can probably fucking assume i've had by nature of already confessing my abuse and marginalization. the idea you're presenting a new idea to me is infuriating: this is my fucking lived reality. what can i do other than call you stupid as you wag your finger and present to me what's been presented to me my entire life as though it's news?
and by what measure do you hope to see these people - a group you cannot characterize without gesturing beyond their autonomy and to their inferior mode of authority - find their minds changed? by institution of a parallel authority that dismisses them until they become extinct? how's that working out for you? real well? super good? no? if you want to kill me, kill me, don't tell me those other guys are going to unless i shut up and vote. your belief in authority is a hell of a lot less likely to save you than me approaching my "enemy" on equal footing and with compassion and empathy. i'm not fucking bowing down to them and asking them to spare me, i'm having a chat and handing over an extra pizza slice and going "damn, shit sucks, let's not participate until we can enact change that we want." and in doing so, i enact change that
i want - i'm no longer feared and i have a new friend. they get the fucking same, because that fear is the source of their ignorance and hatred. maybe when authority asks them to do their due diligence and that fear is stronger than my compassion, they split my jaw open, but i'll be happy i didn't break theirs, be happy i never prayed theirs be broken by a higher power, and at least be glad it was a person doing it and not my government eking away my living, piece by piece, under the guise that my voting is a god damned trolley problem.
who is asking me to approach that trolley lever, bm? you? or my neighbor? who is going to save me when someone comes to my home to kill me for fear of my identity? you? or my neighbor? i reject participation in this stupid game that lumps them in with a force that is after my life. i know many loyal, good people who would jump in front of a bullet for a person they saw pat their dog in a nice enough way. would you do that? or would you instead repeatedly insist that if i don't fight them, "they" win? nobody fucking wins when we treat the instrument of the machine (the person, the individual) as though they're just that instrument. they are a god damned human being and your insistence i view them divorced from that and by measure of their contribution to the reality that wants to kill me just creates that fucking reality. you represent
force more to me than they do by telling me that if i don't join in, i'm minced meat. and you become this tool of the institution of this will that makes them feel you're
their enemy by lumping them in either constituency. and then everyone makes a binary decision and everyone fucking fears everyone.
yes, i am risking my life. i am not the dumbest person to walk the face of the earth. but we all have to do that, eventually. i will risk it for the people next to me and not for some tawdry idealism that corrals people into a peg pen until they're so cramped they're choking to death on their own feces. i do my god damnedest to de-radicalize every opportunity i get, which is slow, which is meager, but which does bear fruit i can (AND DO) taste within my very own lifetime.
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you know what. okay. bm, to properly sum up my
very obvious fury toward you, which i will not apologize for, which i'm not going to pretend is anything else: i spent hours writing about my trauma and difficult life and experiences on the previous page. my conclusion i state is that i think it's in everyone's interest to try to talk to people more and that enemies are dangerous, easy illusions to maintain so long as we're tricked into imagining this "bigger picture" that makes us lose sight of ourselves and what's right in front of our faces.
you then come in and oh so kindly and generously remind me: but kitten, those people are your enemy, they wish to eat you. do you know not of the institutions of power by which they do this?
after i talk about how i have been eaten for much of my life. by these people. how i want to remove them the machine that enables these wicked actions and behaviors.
what do you think i'm going to do? be like "oh, man, thanks. that's a perspective i hadn't considered. good warning?"
i would have eagerly accepted questions, curiosity, even surprise - but talking down to me like i hadn't just talked about how i consider these things? what do you expect me to do? shake your fucking hand? what is the purpose of your idiotic scolding?