Back in the 70’s, Asperger’s didn’t exist. Even if it did, I didn’t fit all the checkboxes.
To begin with, I am not a scriptwriter, nor am I someone who writes romance for a living.
I have a part of my own brain that hates me. There have been times where I’ve joked that there’s a gremlin living in there and causing havoc.
This is the last message my friend shared with the world. On Sunday, the 24th of March, she posted this picture.
I hear it stated a lot, especially by people claiming that there is no further ‘need’ for Feminism, that “we are all equal now”.
I’ve been working on this blog for some time now, and I thought I had followers. I thought people were reading these things. Turns out, once again, I’m shouting into the darkness of the void, with no response whatsoever from the enormous gulfs of whatever. I thought giving my readers a chance to vote on…… Continue reading Who Cares?
What they mean about that is that something bad that happens to a member of the usual oppressors is more or less what they deserve for being a member of the usual oppressors. For instance, a man being beaten or abused by a