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It often feels to me as though society is going to have to come to terms with the harms that have been wrought under the identity-as-biology model before it's really going to be ready to get a good handle on... "identity as revelation of personal mystery" model. Or whatever you want to call the exploration of deep and personal self that cannot be _seen_ to be _known_. Because we do know our genders. We just can't always articulate them.

We as a species aren't really _ready_ to deal with trans identities because we weren't really even ready to deal with female identities as valid and whole and equal to male ones, to say nothing of non-binary and fluid ones. To anyone reading, I reify and affirm, I validate and acknowledge. I see you. I believe you. Your gender is real, your feelings are real, your feelins about your gender -- even your genders -- are real, and I accept them.

Society... isn't there yet.

Of course, all this gets way out into privileged theory that I'm afforded because I have a tremendous level of passing privilege, and I'm aware of it. Others who struggle with basic acceptance _need_ more support than "identify as" can provide.

Part of why I still say "I identify as" instead of "I am" is explicitly because "I am" implies an objectivity about the universe which I just can't muster, and partially because I have no more control over the perceptions of others than they have over mine. I can say "this is what I call myself," and even "this is what I would like you to call me," but I can't force people to not be assholes. I can merely point out that they're assholes if they don't reify my identity.

People who ask me what my gender is want me to label a bucket of inalienably personal qualia and desires for qualia with a word, and then they want to compare the juxtaposition of me and that word to others who use that word, as though that tells them something. It's not about the label. It's about all the things that go into the label, and many of those simply define externalization. They simply _are_.

I thought I knew what my gender was, once. I used to say "female" and then I said "woman" and these days I'm, like, "I got the body I wanted and people who lack all the bits I cared about are still female and people who have all those bits don't have to be. I have protective and nurturant drives but many women don't and many who aren't women do, so even that doesn't help."

Lazywebs: I'm looking for a Good Socialist Software License that let me still make money for providing support and patches. Suggestions?

The GNU GPLv3 looks like it's what I want -- I'm fine to publish my repo and link to it -- but I know only what I've heard from corporate legal.

So, before I reject the right thing because I've gotten terrible advice in the past, I'd love to hear feedback from others in the space.

Say it with me loud and proud, so the folks in California can hear you:

CULTURAL AND SOCIAL PROBLEMS CAN'T BE ADDRESSED PURELY WITH TECHNOLOGICAL SOLUTIONS.

If the problem is "the logs we output suck," no amount of shiny-pretty can polish that turd. It doesn't matter if I can correlate all your messages if your messages aren't meaningful. If you want tech to make your life better, you must come to text willing to improve. You still gotta do the Work.

Of all the ways that could have gone, I suspect this was the "best." After much back and forth, it was revealed that the impetus behind the project was the misbegotten sense that better tooling could solve the problem of "our primary software solution produces volumes of inactionable logs for troubleshooting," and my boss is convinced he can motivate people to solve that by architecting a new tool, rather than fixing the logging coming out of the software.

Three people are being told to "report to me" instead of being given their own project because the "central logging infrastructure" idea I proposed at the start of the year has taken on a life of its own and the stretch goal I vaguely suggested to my boss has become one of the lynchpins on which my manager has staked our capacity to assert that we're capable of delivering consistent value as an organization.

This is not how I wanted to become a manager.

The day has caught up with me. The night has come all too soon. Dream well, everyone.

Director (Talking about retirement to Vegas): "There's three options on the two-kids package: two boys, two girls, or one of each."
Me: "Technically, there's a lot more; those are just what's in the interface. You have to hack the JSON, but those fields are totally customizable."
Director: "... right, I knew there's a reason we hired you."

For what it's worth for folks, I'm going to try to migrate this to my primary, mostly because @ElectricKeet is actually on here, and she's awesome and I enjoy being in her proximity. So if you're following @literorrery@mastodon.social, please consider following me over here 'cause that's gonna get real quiet real fast. Also, consider giving Keet some love (not that she's secretly a changeling or anything. I.don't.think.I.know.any.changelings.not.that.there's.anything.wrong.with.that. =@.@=)

Two nights in a row now if not-enough-sleep, but only one of those was my doing. I was pleasantly surprised by @KoBunny showing up last night and we ended up talking into the weekend hours.

The last few months have been rough on a lot of people I know, myself included. Spring is here, and change is coming. Now is the time to till the soil, to plant our seeds, and to pray for sun and heat and light with the right amount of rain.

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