I was born in 1961 too.
And this version of the past is a myth.
Kids did have food allergies we just didn’t have the science to name them.
I lost a brother before he was two because medicine didn’t yet understand what allergy killed him.
Trans kids didn’t “not exist.”
They hid. They were shamed. Many never survived adolescence.
Violence didn’t start with social media.
Bullying, racism, misogyny, and abuse were simply normalized and ignored.
Families didn’t stay together because things were better
they stayed together because women and children had fewer choices.
And no, it wasn’t just “Merry Christmas.”
We said Happy Holidays. Season’s Greetings. Yuletide.
Nobody lost their mind. Nobody felt threatened. We just… lived.
I rode buses and subways too
they weren’t magically safer.
We just didn’t talk about what happened on them.
What really changed wasn’t people.
It was visibility.
Data replaced denial.
Voices replaced silence.
And accountability replaced nostalgia.
The past wasn’t safer.
It was quieter because suffering had nowhere to go.
I don’t want a time machine.
I want a future where we stop confusing silence with peace.
Stop being such a boomer.
I asked @georgetaylor83 if he would be so kind as to indulge myself and some friends in reading a Rolan monologue that I wrote.. Sharing for all you fellow Rolan lovers out there! Thank you again, George! Both for your work on the game and for this! 💛
#BG3#rolan#BaldurGate3
Just because you see a disabled person online tweeting, it doesn’t mean they are able to work.
Many days, I’m stuck in bed unable to lift my head off the pillow and the only thing I can is hold my phone. It takes me about 30 seconds to write a tweet.
Haven’t heard of any job that will tolerate me being in bed for days on end, working in irregular bursts of 30 seconds.