Zephiris - Another Transfem Programmer

oh shit, it's 3/21/23, 32123, palindrome day

the hadron collider is like an angel to me

Happy pride! 🌈

Me having my estrogen pills for breakfast: 😋

The atmosphere is one giant chandelier, lit up every morning by the sun from the east, scattering the sun’s warmth across the earth. Even looking west on a morning, you can still feel the sun warming your face, thanks to the atmosphere.

Lyrics that promised us the riches of heaven were written by the engineers of our own public hell.

-Sophiline Cheam Shapiro

From her essay, “Songs My Enemies Taught Me”

Sopheline Cheam Shapiro was 8 years old when the Khmer Rouge invaded Phnom Penh and took power in Cambodia. She is a classically trained Cambodian dancer and above she was writing about the propagandist lyrics sung in Cambodia, lyrics perpetuated by the Khmer Rouge. Those lyrics promised growth and prosperity and those promises turned out to be empty for Shapiro.

If you want to read more, PBS have interviewed and written about her:

Autism is an evolutionary advantage because if I wasn't talking to myself walking home at 2am it wouldn't have scared off the skunk waiting around a corner to spray me

And now for something completely different.

This is the ADHD Teapot. I made it in a ceramics class a few years ago. I use it to explain executive dysfunction to people who haven’t come across the term before (and those who think of ADHD mostly as Hyperactive EightYear Old Boy Syndrome).

So, most people’s brains are like a regular shaped teapot with a single spout. Let’s say that your time, energy, focus etc is the liquid you have in the teapot. Your executive function is the spout, that directs the tea into the specific cup you want to fill-aka the task that you’re meant to be doing. Spills happen occasionally, but generally most of the tea goes in the right cup.

If you have executive dysfunction, you have multiple spouts going in different directions. You can try pointing one of them at your chosen cup and you will probably get some liquid in there, perhaps you will even fill it right up (finish the task). But meanwhile, tea is also pouring out of several other places and not going where you want it. If you have another container nearby, perhaps some of it will end up in there. But quite a lot of it is going to end up on the floor and accomplish nothing.

And at the end of the day you’ll have filled one or two cups ( or sometimes not even one) compared to the five or six that somebody with the same sized teapot (but only one spout) has filled, and everyone wonders why you’re so bad at getting tea poured, and why you make such a mess in the process.

One day I’d like to spend more time learning pottery and create a really technically good fucked up little adhd teapot. But that’s a long way off since i currently live in the outback and the nearest pottery workshop is some 400km away. But I figure that for now, it might be a useful or interesting metaphor to somebody even in its rough draft form.

This post is the cup I filled instead of cleaning my house btw.

In my personal case I hope it is given I’m a trans lesbian. Accidental allyship from Andrew Tate? I’ll take it I guess

kind of amazing how many right wing incel types are radicalizing themselves into believing that it’s gay to have sex with a woman