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[kittydesade]

Was können diese Leute tun? Erzählen Sie.
1. Karla spielt gut Tennis. Karla kann gut spielen Tennis.
2. Wir machen Spaghetti. Wir können Spaghetti machen. (Dammit. Now I want spaghetti.)
3. Ich erkläre die Geschichte. Ich kann die Geschichte erklären.
4. Du tanzt gut. Du kannst gut tanzen.
5. Herr Professor, Sie schreiben schön. Herr Professor, Sie können schön schreiben.
6. Karin und Peter tanzen wunderbar. Karin und Peter können wunderbar tanzen.
7. Ihr schwimmt gut. Ihr könnt gut schwimmen.

Interviewen Sie einige Studentinnen/Studenten in Ihrem Deutschkurs. Was können sie machen oder nicht machen?
1. gut schwimmen. Keene kann gut schwimmen. Nameless kann nicht gut schwimmen. Aber Lily und Rose können gut schwimmen.
2. Golf spielen. Ich kann nicht Golf spielen. Aber Dee kann Golf spielen. )(Dee nicht gern spielen, aber sie kann.)
3. gut tanzen. Star und Lily können gut tanzen. Guerrero kann gut tanzen, aber Ames kann nicht gut tanzen.
4. gut Geschichten erzählen. Ich kann gut Geschichten erzählen. Keene und Astrid können gut Geschichten erzählen.
5. Schach spielen. Guerrero kann Schach spielen. Ich kann nicht gut Schach spielen.


This is all connecting in my head, no, I don't know why. Apparently transgendered people aren't interesting. Because their lives must by definition be all about the struggle of the transgendered, and no broad range of people are interested in that. Therefore, they should not be main characters/protagonists. However, it's perfectly fine for them to be villains, because everyone I can't even finish this paragraph, never mind.

So, yeah. That's the latest author!fail from one of my childhood favorite authors. Admittedly, I haven't gone back and read any of Mercedes Lackey's books lately and I stopped after... um. The Owl trilogy had just started coming out when I got tired of feathers and talking horses and magical Native Americans and everything being made better by the power of LUUUUVVV. (Seriously, have you ever noticed?) But I did used to like her. Now I just feel kind of irritated and depressed. See here (and yes, it gets pretty frank as far as I can tell, the author requested warning for spoilers and triggering) and here, which is a pretty concise and as far as I can tell it no too triggery summation of things.

And what got me all thinking about this was checking in the shipment of carving tools from our supplier and we got in some left handed blades. Because there are left handed people out there! Imagine that. And I was thinking, oh, that's good, they've got equal carving and slipping and slicing the fuck outta your hand opportunities. Because you never know who might have a key in a stick they might want to get out. Which got me thinking, equal opportunities. Oh, okay, yeah, I'm blogging this now.

I'm working on a noirish series of short stories right now. I have no idea what the hell's going on. I'm actually kind of fond of them, I started it a while back and then stopped for about a year and recently started it up again, and I got through about five thousand words and a story and a half before I realized that, since it was written in first person, I'd somehow managed to avoid the protagonist revealing both their name and their gender. I have no idea what this person's name or gender is, and this person is stubbornly refusing to give me either. I don't think the story suffers for it. First person is easier to avoid gendered pronouns. And they've got a vivid point of view, they're just stubborn about those two points. I'll probably try to throttle a name or at least a nickname out of them at some point. Because at some point the protagonist is going to get introduced to someone new and I'm going to need something. I think. But the rest, eh. It's not hurting the story any, and I think the story stands fine enough on its own. This protagonist could be cis male, cis female, trans male, trans female, both, neither, or something else entirely. It's an urban fantasy world so we're not limited by human biology, thought processes, and ingenuity. Who the hell knows? Who the hell cares? Well, I'm sure some people do, but since the story's coming out fine, not me.

To sum that up, Misty, you are way too hung up on gender politics. Not EVERYTHING is about what clothes you were, what bits you have and if they've been altered, where you go to the bathroom, or what pronouns you use. Unless you really want me to refer to you as a uterus and a set of boobs.

Dizzies still gone, dentist is now down to nitpicky details. I can live with no cavities, no problems, and down to nitpicky details. Not too much has piled up in my absence, but enough, so I'm going to get to that and leave you all to debate gender politics and why some people are closed-minded annoying little shits who don't think before they talk on the internet.

(Heh. Friend of mine just commented that she's creepily obsessed with who has sex and how and with what genitals, and put like that? I'm looking at you, Laurell K, and your characters with harems of highly sexed men who NEVER TOUCH EACH OTHER EVER. COME ON. It has to be a serious feat of acrobatics for three men to have sex with one woman at one time and never, ever brush a hand, or a hip, or anything against a delicate area. Idiot.)

(Hm, I don't have a genderqueer icon. But I do have some generic stompy icons. This'll do.)