To steelman Ashen a bit here, it would not be the place for the hypothetical Femboy to reclaim a slur that was thrown at them because the hypothetical idiot was also just stupid and thought the Femboy was Transfem. It is not a Femboy Slur but a Transfem Slur, and a Femboy copping it would be controversial. There is already the tension that plays out between the two packs in the LGBTQ+ Clan, not really a reason to add more fuel to that fire.

You are correct broadly speaking though: The victim is in the right to reclaim victimizing language so that fools can no longer wield it as a weapon. It is just that in this case, the language used was not victimizing(in the sense of the word itself being degrading), it was the (assumed) context that the hypothetical idiot knew the person was a Femboy and used it as a double-slice against the Clan and against the hypothetical Femboy by mislabeling them in general.

It is a matter of expectations. A person who grew up in X situation believes that Y knowledge is fundamental, while one who grew up in Z situation may of had zero exposure to or need of being exposed to Y knowledge, instead learning T knowledge which they find to be fundamental.

There is a book I have actually, the Book of Basic Knowledge. I would say there is a baseline that makes sense for everyone to know for daily life(basic mental mathematics, how to construct sentences/formulate thoughts, a basic grasp of history to help understand why we are where and who we are, etc.), but some might believe there is “Basic Knowledge,” that is outside the scope of that book, because of the logic I posited above. Or some might think that the book goes beyond Basic Knowledge. And some might just outright disagree with what I think is fundamental to interface with the world(though having lived in it long enough, I think what I put is pretty universally needed).

“If you can stand, you can work.”

So that is where the funds went after they defunded the LGBTQ+ Youth part of the Suicide Prevention Hotline. Good thing the Annoying Orange and the Heritage Cabal puppeteering him are stewarding the country so well and protecting the youth so much.

It was certainly a case of people not knowing what to do about everything. Me and some of the folks commented on it too, being like “oh this is real safe.”

Never before seen someone in a hazmat suit face to face, and that was the last time I had.

And very good! Yay fluids!

Take care and make sure to get your electrolytes! Powerade is friend! Even just some light sips, I know it can be troublesome to try to ingest things when the bug makes it all seem bleh.

From the sounds of it though, having done everything right, you should be on the up-and-up before you know it. Keep being lovely and know that we all love you!

Hearing about Covid reminds me of the time I had to stand out in the cold with a slow-moving line of folks, my thoughts being “oh this is totally not a super spreader incident about to happen.” I go and get tested: Positive. I waited in the room for longer than expected while waiting to hear that result, they come in with a hazmat suit and escort me out the back. That was quite an experience.

There is not really a context to put it in. I skimmed the report which does for a fact come from the HHS(not technically “approved,” as of now), admittedly not being one of the paid-to-get-results statistics chaps that can string together any outcome with another money behind them, and what it boils down to is “people who actually respect other people have strong feelings against the Fascists who want people dead and gone.” Of course, they specifically crafted questions to get the answers they wanted, focusing on very specific, very hostile, very troublesome persons and institutions for respondents to answer with regards to.

It is amusing in a way that the Fascists are trying to paint themselves anti-authoritarian. I guess they figured out that branding people “communists,” no longer worked as well for their ends.

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Hi there~!

I fall under the Nonbinary umbrella as a Maverique, and this question caught my attention! Especially as one who went through quite a journey.

It started before I really had a great understanding of it myself. I used to do a lot of VR, and used to use small cute avatars as I found them appealing and fitting for my earnest attempts at paying respects to passed-on spirits. They became part and parcel to my older times thereon, and eventually a chap writing up a College Thesis was conducting interviews of VR People, who were(and likely still are) a bit camera-shy as it were. I volunteered to answer him, showed off some avatars, and a question he posed to me, while it seems unrelated, still ground me to a halt at the time: “I notice you only use small avatars, is that because you like looking up at people?”

I had no good answer to that, but I tried best I could to explain it in terms I knew at the time, which ultimately boiled down to feeling a connection to them. Ah how the Cultist of then would come to find that there was much deeper than that to come.

The exact timeline from there is hazy, but that was the final definitive point I know of where I had not yet started my journey. In a way you could say it started there, or at least lit the fuse.

In the coming years, I would continue to meet, discuss, and befriend people across all spectrums and walks of life I never had before. And somewhere in the middle of it all, I had a spark that went “something is not quite how I want it to be.” And so I began buying Femcoded clothing, began experimenting, not with a grand vision per-say, but with inspiration from my brother, who I think caught onto something way early when they suggested a skirt to me and their mentioning echoed in me.

Eventually, that translated to me honestly reaching an impasse in my mind. I threw out so much and burned so many bridges due to the influence of the Cult, wrestling with what I was told I ought to be and what I felt I could be, wanted to be, and who I actually was. This tension would persist for quite a while, with me “falling away,” then coming back, until, at some point, I ran. That me was but a Mind Mirror that would continue to scorn, mock, and cause me despair throughout a long spiritual journey, and an unhealthy amount of alcohol(which is a different story).

I would end up with the realization I was non-binary in a very cult-like atmosphere, and that would cause a lot of tension and a lot a lot of targeting(though as I was the linchpin of the operation, they could not do much other than try to crush my spirit). It was there that I hardened my identity and steeled myself against a lot of very terrible people. It is fascinating how flagrant people are in their hatred.

I would befriend someone after leaving that place to learn a trade, may her spirit have found a good connection on the Universal Timeline as I recall she was terminal, the details not mine to share, who would dig deeper with me, as she knew a lot more depth to non-binary than I knew, and she felt strongly that there was a more specific term for me. I owe it to her that she brought up Maverique, which I would come to later adopt, as mentioned at the first.

Since I am fuzzy on the timeline, I will jump forward to the Year of Death. At that time, I was doing work in an extremely deadly environment. And in the dead of night, often alone, for twelve hours, with but the warning beeps(or dead silence) of a machine that at any time could have spelled your doom, you get to thinking about a lot of things. And after internal turmoil that lasted for 24 active hours over the course of two nights, I solidified that I am not what society wants of me, that I could be cute, that I wanted to be cute, and I wanted to be(not the wording I used at the time) Femcoded. I started there non-binary, I had a journey of consideration across the spectrum, and ultimately solidified what I already knew, that I was in fact non-binary.

During my time in that environment, I had found myself deeply drawn to and living by this song of Yonkagor, and build some connections that were ultimately not to last, but were nonetheless real at the time.

While a lot of that might seem side-tangential, there was a point to that context: I came to completely reshape my approach to life, how I viewed the world, and throughout it all, my Conviction saw me through a lot of unspoken incidents I will not detail. I had at some point began to specifically use Maverique as the poor lass from before once saw in me, and experienced a major shake-up that threw me into a lot of turmoil, for my Conviction, which had seen me through, cracked and shattered. I was left hopeless lost and confused, my journey being thrown out the window in a whirlwind of emotions and external forces threatening to overwhelm me. This is where my timeline, understandably, gets fuzzy. But I ultimately managed to ground myself again, by leaving behind baggage that wanted to ensnare me by the recommendations of an old Comrade who could see the weight I was carrying.

Fast forward: It was around my 26th birthday that I was exploring the depths again as I was still not quite sure where I landed in the non-binary spectrum. Though I kept coming back around to Maverique. I was still not quite sure for a little while, but sometime early this year, I finally had the dust settle in my mind.

I am a Maverique. My Conviction is who I am, without which I am dead. I serve many Masters, as I wish earnestly to do, for I am a Servant. The journey was long, but the conclusion worth the steps it took. For I now live with clarity, and push forward knowing who I am, what I need to do, and knowing how to love, how to care, how to live. Before I was a dead leaf blowing in the wind. I now stand and offer a bow.

My apologies for this rather frazzled post. A lot of this was stream of consciousness, old details I forgot, realizing the holes in my memories, but not the emotions of the times.

To put it most simply Master Night: I realized I was non-binary through an internal cycle of death and rebirth as a Straßekatze with much having been said, many tales left unsaid, scars that remain, but a fire that shall forever burn. I hope that my frazzled post serves your story well.

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