bleh
Clocking another trans person out in the world hits me with a unique cocktail of emotions. Initially, I brighten up - I feel like we exist, in spite of all the terrifying rhetoric around me. I feel proud. Then my focus shifts onto myself, and I feel deeply ashamed. My patches of facial hair are unshaven, my hair is long but unkept, and my outfit is chosen in denial of who I am. I feel like such a half-assed trans woman. I take the hormones but avoid doing the work or taking the risk. That shame is a constant hum in my mind, but roars when I'm in front of someone who shows up to take those risks every damn day. I feel like I've been assigned this duty to courageously press forward and express myself, both for myself and for others like me, and I fail every. single. day.
nessssquik
joined 1 month ago
ehhhhh, if I understand it correctly, this method is effectively DNS poisoning but for a practical use. it wouldn't be without compromise; the proxy provider would potentially be able to see the traffic unencrypted. not a big deal IF you trust the proxy provider I guess.. but poking a hole in something that used to be encrypted sketches me out.
unfortunately an actual fucking article (paywalled on wsj's site, full article for free here): https://archive.is/E35FY
schizandra is apparently a berry but like.... come on
the bar is not even on the floor; it's buried within the pits of hell