It is preposterous that being emotionally attracted to someone because of their heart, mind, and soul, before gripping ravenous sexual desire takes hold, is called "demisexual". I thought that was just seeing others as psychologically and spiritually real, you know, as humans with souls.
Neurotically splicing the human experience through artificial over-categorisation in such an absurdly fragmented way is so perverse that you almost have to laugh at how it paradoxically obscures the very clarity it claims to seek.
I live in the Midwest. Iβve seen entire factoriesβemployers that kept a little cornfield town aliveβdisappear overnight after production was moved to Mexico or China.
Complete devastation for an entire close-knit community. No tears, no 4,000-word eulogies in WaPo, no hyperventilating on Twitter. Anonymous suffering, broken families, people forced to uproot their lives just to survive.
The overeducated, overpaid, overvalued, overprivileged activists-disguised-as-journalists who spent years whipping up climate hysteria and fomenting racial division while destroying the reputation of a once-great American newspaper have no idea what devastation looks like.
Good luck with your Substack, Ashley.