Bad PR 113: Jocelyn Morffi, Saints Peter and Paul Catholic School, and Anti-Gay Bigotry

For all the SJW bitching about inane bullshit that has no bearing on anything, there are ACTUAL cases of anti-gay bigotry that go completely unpunished.  But for once, as angry as this makes me, it’s nice to see the community coming to defense of the wronged person.  Every time I hear the likes of Anita Sarkeesian bitching about something in movies that has nothing to do with anything, we get stories about Jocelyn Morffi, the latest in a long history of people whose livelihoods are destroyed because of something that as FUCK ALL to do with her job.  Gotta love all that religious “tolerance.”  I hate that term, and I still use it here.  I believe acceptance of the LGBT community comes when we don’t have to “tolerate” them, but instead are just as apathetic about them as we are about anyone else.  But in this context, the term is fitting.

Jocelyn was a teacher at the Saints Peter and Paul Catholic School.  A private institution which it seems has a moral clause in their contract about not being gay.  Because being gay is so immoral.  I guess it didn’t stop them from hiring her, which sure is weird if this clause is so fucking important to them.  I mean, it’s not like they decided to ignore their own “morality” clause when they gave a woman who CLEARLY qualified this job.  However, they decided that they were going to clamp down on this when she decided to post pictures of her wedding with her wife on her social media accounts.  An activity that would NEVER be scrutinized by anyone is straight people did it.

After posting pictures of her wedding, the school fired her.  They called it a “difficult by necessary decision” in an open letter.  Um, what?  This is especially weird to me since this woman apparently was openly gay.  So, she wasn’t closeted and hired without the school knowing what she’s like.  Okay.  Then what made this particular incident the thing that pushed the needle over the edge?  It wasn’t her posting online telling all the kids that being gay is cool (even though I would still argue that there’s nothing wrong with that either.  Plenty of gay kids who are scared of how they feel could use some encouragement to accept who they are from figures in their community they trust).  She just posted pics of her wedding.  A totally reasonable thing to do.  It’s done by people all the fucking time.

What’s nice about this is that the community came to her defense.  Many parents said that she was openly gay, but never forced it on the kids, and is an amazing teacher, so they don’t get what the problem is here.  Good fucking question.  In a private meeting with school officials, it seems that a group of parents hasn’t gotten a clear answer on why this woman was fired.  Boy, it sure does look like this school decided that they don’t have a moral clause about being gay being bad (which religious schools can get away with because they are associated with religion, though we’ll get back to what bullshit that is in respect to this kind of institution very quickly) when they hired this woman, but suddenly have it now that they want to give her the boot, doesn’t it?  Hm, that’s odd.  Makes me wonder if there’s something that could actually be taken to court, doesn’t it?

A school official was saying that there is a moral turpitude clause in her contract, which she violated.  Okay, but that doesn’t hold up if she was openly gay when she was hired.  Was the clause that she can be openly gay, but not post anything online?  Does it make that clear?  What was the point that she crossed the line on this if the parents of all of these kids knew that she is gay before this?  Was this just an opportune moment to shit-can her?  Feels like it.

All of this is beside the point, though.  What blows my fucking mind is that Catholic schools can have some big hang-up on morality when it comes to sexuality with how many pedophiles are currently in their ranks.  That feels more than a touch bit hypocritical.  Don’t you think?  Could Father Child Toucher get a job there?  After all, the church goes out of their way not to disclose all the pedophiles in their ranks so they can be brought to justice, so is that part of your bullshit moral turpitude clause too?  Or would the school do as the church does and find a way to defend them or quietly sleep the whole thing under the rug.  As we found out, the church has a fund dedicated solely to paying off the families of children who are sexually abused by priests so they won’t talk.  Does the school rise to that same “moral” standard?  Valid question, if you ask me.

This poor woman.  A friend of mine who has been Catholic for so long mostly because of her mother who she was incredibly close to while she was still alive has had her faith shaken.  It blows my mind how religious bigotry is so easy to justify, so long as you put it in a fucking contract.  But the fact that this woman never hid her sexual orientation and the school still hiring her and deciding now to fire her does indicate that she’s got some legal ammo to go after them.  This seems insanely hypocritical.

The PR lesson is this – if you are going to be a bigoted institution, then either keep to your bigoted positions and tell qualified people to piss off because they like the same gender, or don’t.  Because I genuinely do think she has a legal leg to stand on when it comes to fucking up this school’s day, and I hope she does.  Fuck Saints Peter and Paul Catholic School.  If my suspicion is right, then I hope they end up shelling out big to this poor woman who lost a job she loved because of something that shouldn’t have mattered in the fucking first place.

Until next time, a quote,

“Some people are really fucking stupid.” – George Carlin

Peace out,

Maverick

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Feeling Her Mind

(A spin on an idea I’ve been playing around with on here.  There’s no cohesive narrative, so just fucking around because there’s nothing else I want to write about)

What made their bird so special wasn’t just the Eternal Shield.  As much of a leap in technological mastery as that was, it wasn’t the only innovation that truly made the Killer Bee a marvel of engineering.  There was also the interface on the bird.  It wasn’t something that the average person would notice.  Outside of the crew who piloted and maintained the vehicle, it was classified.
See, most birds have some kind of operating interface.  A typical Variable Armor has so many working components that have to be kept track of that an interface with the machine is required.  But this isn’t that.  Typical interface is a kind of virtual intelligence system that assists with smaller tasks or keeps track of things like various munitions, particle fuel, or battle data that was relevant to what they were doing.  The interface would link into their suit and feed them data as needed.  This system wasn’t like that.
Killer Bee had a system that linked directly with the mind of the pilot.  Using special nodes inside of their helmets, they were able to feed information directly into the mind of the pilot.  This was especially useful for Kate.  As it was her job to keep the Eternal Shield going, she had to keep constant track of the battlefield.  Her job truly was something no ordinary person could do.
The thing is, all of the data that would go into her mind could easily overwhelm her.  That’s where Quinn comes into play.  The second mind is able to take some of the mental load off.  Handle some of the mental stresses.  Only between the two of them is the system able to function properly.  This machine couldn’t be used by any one person.  Unless they truly did find a superhuman.
This was why they had to be so in sync.  Not just for doing their essential functions, but if their minds are in conflict, they can’t handle their respective duties.  It was what had fueled their anger so much in the first weeks of their efforts.  However, once the two put their differences aside, it was like they were two completely different women.  Positive and negative, the system was having a very real effect on them.
As such, they were having a hard time staying away from each other.  They did almost everything together.  They went to chow together, studied together, simed together, and there were rumors about how at night the two would try and find reasons to not be apart.  One night their CO had to order them to their respective racks.  The rumor mill was buzzing about what the nature was of their relationship.
There were other differences as well.  When they first met, Quinn had no interest in studying and only wanted to be in the sim.  But Command was noticing how she was now almost eager to study.  The opposite was true.  Kate would be racing her into the simulator.  The ship’s psychologist had opened a file to track the personality changes in them.  The code name for it was based off of the name of the interface – the Neural Shift Effect.

“Let me get this straight,” the Rear Admiral said, looking up from the report, “the system is rewriting their minds?”  In his voice was not just incredulity, but also a hint of nervousness.  They had, potentially, created an interface that could change a person’s mind.  If the general public ever got word of this, first thing all over the Net would be talk of mind control.
Shaking her head.  “No.  It’s more than that.  I’ve done brain scans of these two for two months.  Now that they are in sync, it’s so much more.”  Leaning over.  “Sir, my scanners are starting to have a problem differentiating the two’s neural patterns.”
It couldn’t be.  “What?!”
“If I didn’t have their biometrics in the system, and only went off of the brain scans, sir, I couldn’t tell one from the other.  Their minds have been rewritten to the point that it is effectively scanning the same person.”
A look of disbelief on his face.  “How is that possible?  There are so many things that make a person who they are.  It can’t just be changed like hitting a light sensor, right?”
“The human mind is a labyrinth.  Even now, with all the neural scanning technology we have, it’s still a mystery.  How the mind is mapped to neurons is not fully understood.  This system seems to have tapped into something in the human mind.”
“What did it tap into?”
“Empathy.”
This confused the Rear Admiral.  It was written all over his face
“I can explain.  Psychologists have found that when a large group of women are in the same place, their menstrual cycles synchronize.  Many have theorized that this is because women tend towards empathy.  We are cooperative by nature.  It’s how we survive.  Makes women very good commanding officers.  Women who have accents tend to lose them in an environment with a completely different one.  Our minds are wired to mesh with a community.”
Hard science.  This made more sense.  “Okay.  How does that explain what the Neural Shift System is doing to them?”
“Well, these two have to depend on each other in battle.  They’ve had drilled into their heads how their cooperation and coordination is paramount in battle.  Otherwise they will die.  Given those parameters, and the fact that both of them are women, their minds sought perfect synchronicity.  As they saw it, it isn’t just a good thing.  It’s a requirement.  Otherwise they have failed.  Honestly, sir, I think only two women could pull this off.  Male minds are much more solitary.  They favor individuality over group cohesion.  It’s blind luck that these two are the pilots of Killer Bee.”
Leaning back, rubbing his chin thoughtfully, the Rear Admiral looked back at their pictures on the report.
“Is it dangerous to them?  What are the long term consequences of it?”
“That’s what we don’t know.  This is entirely uncharted territory, sir.  We’re going to be keeping steady watch on them, but what happens next in anyone’s guess.  We’ve observed that they are starting to finish each other’s sentences.  It was just a couple times before, but now it’s getting more common.  They also will do anything to avoid being apart.  Lead to some interesting rumors below deck about the nature of their relationship.”
The Admiral chuckled.  “Think there’s anything to them?”
A long pause.  “Lt. Jelineau’s profile shows she is straight.  Lt. McKenna’s shows otherwise.  All scientific knowledge indicates sexual orientation is hard-wired into the brain.  Likely genetic.  At face value it sounds untrue.”
“But?”
“This system is rewriting their minds so that the two are as one.  Who knows what that means for their sex drive.  It doesn’t appear as if they are fraternizing, but on the inside?  I genuinely can’t say.  Anything that happens is all new territory.  As a psychologist this all fascinates me.  As a sailor…it scares the hell out of me.  We have a lot riding on these two, and now it’s too late to change course.”
Still looking at their pictures.  “Yeah…”

There was light everywhere.  Stars, shimmering all around.  They were at a cloud of space dust.  Beautiful.  From her panel, Kate looked up.  Every time they were out, she spent the entire time looking at her console, to synchronize the shield.  Only now, staring out at the lights did it hit her.
“It’s beautiful,” Quinn said.
“Yeah.”
Yellow and purple clouds in front of them.  The nursery where stars are born.  A remnant of where they died.  Bright lights inside showing the birth happening.  A process of billions of years.  The longest infancy of anything in the universe.
Then they changed.  The clouds started moving around them.  Dancing, swirling, and the stars all around were playing in the light.  Was this real?  Was it not?
“Does it need to be real?” Quinn asked.
How does she know what I’m thinking?!
“Can’t you feel me, Kay?”
Taking in a breath.  “What do you mean?”
“Can’t you feel me inside you?”
“Inside me?”
“Don’t you finish my sentences?  Like I finish yours?”
“It’s training?”
“Is that all?”
Uncertainty.  Nagging at her.
“Don’t you feel me there?”
“Feel you where, Quinn…?”
Looking up, she was right in front of her face.  Then, her eyes started glowing.
A twisted voice.  “INSIDE YOUR MIND!”

Sitting up suddenly, breathing hard.  Her face was covered in sweat.  Every night these days, vivid dreams.  So real that she was having a hard time discerning reality from what she saw there.  At least when she was alone.  But then she’d be with Quinn, and she knew in that moment what was real and what wasn’t.
Their time apart was getting harder and harder.  For whatever reason, she felt her heart stop beating so hard and her mind focus better when the two were together.  When they weren’t, it was like her brain wasn’t fully turned on.  Briefings that she would have to listen to, or duty assignments their CO gave them, she couldn’t concentrate on anything.  It didn’t feel right.
Then they were in their bird, fighting, and it felt right.  When they were working in tandem, fighting, training in the sims.  Anytime they were in Killer Bee, she felt normal again.  She theorized that it was their interface system.  At first it was unfathomably difficult to deal with all the input.  Didn’t help that at first Quinn’s mind was fighting hers.  The headaches were unbelievable.  Made her queasy each day.  But once they bonded, and the interface did its job, she had never felt a closer connection.  Her brother, her sister, her parents, none of them could match it.  It was like knowing a person, but deeper than that.
She could feel her.  That’s the best descriptive term she had.  Whenever she was around, her mind could sense it.  And when she was away, her mind knew that too.  It didn’t like it.  They had to be interfaced!  It was what they trained to do!  What they were supposed to do.  This need, this dependency, on some level it registered as wrong.  But what other option did they have?  This is war.  Their crew and their friends were depending on them.  A sailor’s first duty is to their comrades.  Besides, if they didn’t do it, someone else would have to.  Not something she could do.

“Kay!  Focus!”
The battle was heated.  Particle beams everywhere.  They had engaged a carrier and two escort frigates in orbit around a moon in Directorate space.  They had taken a terrible risk coming here, and now they were going to pay for it with their lives.  Armors everywhere, along with regular fighters.  Their ship was with two others.  Long-range artillery and a frigate “wolf pack” was moving to attack the enemy.
Killer Bee was moving with purpose.  Quinn snarled as she closed the distance on a foe and cut it in two.  They shouldn’t be here if they don’t want to die!  Her belief was always that the only people who should fight are those who aren’t scared of dying.  She never had been.  And since she had Kate with her, she knew that she never would.  Ever.  Their Shield was perfect.  So long as they didn’t over-exert in battle, they could keep this up for hours.  TD Blankets on the particle generators kept them from overusing particles.
“Two armors, from Point 525!” Kate announced.
“Roger!”
Moving fast to engage, she blasted the first down, moving to pursue with the second.
“Loathsome coward!” Kate snarled.
That caught her off guard.  When she ever been so blood-hungry?  Odd.  No time to focus on that now.
The battle carried on.  Enemy forces were petering out.  Their defenders were running out of steam.  It was over before it began.  A white flare.  Over already?
“All units, pursue!  We have our orders.  No ships escape!”
“Aye-aye!”
Quinn and Kate smiled.  Now the fun got started!  Changing over to fighter mode, she hit the accelerator and headed toward the enemy.  Their ships moved to engage as well.  It was a fucking slaughterhouse.  Even if they could have rallied some kind of defense, it was too late now.  Fire on all sides.  The cruiser with so many holes in it.  Pouring out oxygen, like blood from a wound.  It was grotesque in the worst way.
Taking it in, Quinn heard something.  A little voice in her head.
This battle is almost over!
Shaking her head, she shifted form and moved to engage one of the few Armors who was still fighting.  They must know it was a losing battle by now.  Trying to take as many with them as they could?  Not the worst way to die.  This enemy was skilled.
“He’s mine!” she said.  They danced among the increasingly-destroy wreckage of the enemy ships.  Her mind was focused on destroying the enemy in front of her.  The enemy armor, yellow with black on it.
Why stay and fight?  Run, you idiot!
What was that?!  It was fucking with her mind.
Just then, from the disemboweled starship, there came the remaining teeth of the enemy.  Seems that they weren’t just going to lay down and die.  A ton of Armors came rushing out, all headed at Killer Bee.  So few of their own fighters were in range, as they were staying out of range to avoid friendly fire.  The enemy surrounded them.  Quinn did all she could to dodge.  It was taking all her skill to stay out of the line of fire.  But this enemy was determined.  They knew the score.  All of them were likely going to die anyway.  Why not take out the enemy’s powerful new model?
“Dammit, dammit, dammit!” Quinn snarled.  Her hands and arms were growing tired at the controls in a big hurry.  There was no way she could keep this up for long.  The interface was feeding her so much data.  It was endless.  Too much.  Her mind was operating on some kind of instinct now.  It was hard to comprehend.  Like she knew in that moment that if she was able to push out the individual, embrace the system, her ability in battle would grow exponentially.  It was working.
This feeling was so surreal.  Like she didn’t even exist right now.  There was just the interface.  Just the Killer Bee.  That’s when she felt it.  Another consciousness touching at her own.  A strange feeling.  What was this strange mind?  It had to be Kate.  How did she get here?
Behind her, Kate was doing nothing but working at her console.  Entering calculations on the system to keep the shield in position with speed you’ve never seen before.  Typing to the point that her pressing keys were a beeping kaleidoscope.  As she worked, she found herself letting go more and more.  Then she heard something.
If I don’t do something, we’re going to die here!  I’m going to lose her!
Who was that?  Such a strange sound.  Something in the interface told her to accept it.  The data pointed to her accepting this mind into her own.  If she did that, their chances of victory went up exponentially.  There was so much tension in the mind she felt.  Could she quell it?  Could this mind be tamed by feeling the calmness of her own?
Quinn was getting exhausted.  Fear was nibbling away at her.  What could they do?  Was there a way out?  Dodging, but the fire was everywhere.  The Shield was holding.  The enemy was moving out to a range where they could hold position and fire.  It was like a giant sphere around them.  That’s when Quinn knew, they were surrounded, and there was nowhere to run.  Nowhere to dodge.  They could only stay there and die.
A sudden feeling, calm and soothing.  What was this?  It was talking to her.
It will be okay, Quinn.
What?!  The voice was inside her.  Not just in her head.  It was in her body.
I can handle this.  Trust me.  But I need your help.
Something inside of her told her to reach out.
What do I have to do?
I feel you!  Good.  Let me into you.  Join with my mind!  Together, we can do this!
The feeling was so strange, as Quinn did as bidden.  Opening all of her thoughts and senses to this other women.  Giving her complete access to every part of her mind.
I can do anything when I’m with you!  You give me strength, Quinn.  I want to be as strong as you.  You aren’t afraid of anything.
I’m afraid of one thing.
What’s that?
If she was going to give her strength, she’d have to open up her thoughts to it.
Of losing you.
That’s when the thoughts flooded into Kate’s mind.  Images of her in Quinn’s eyes.  Them laughing together.  How her pilot would study not because she enjoyed the task, but to be with her.  Memories, emotions.  Feelings of uncertainty.  Was it just bonding over their military obligation, or something else?  So much confusion.  Then other thoughts.  Passionate ones.  Images, flashes.  Thoughts?  Dreams?  Speckles of thoughts through her companion’s eyes.  Was that her?  What was she doing?  Closed eyes, only to open and see her face.  So close.  What are they doing?  That’s when she realized – they are kissing.
What was this?  She explored the passion.  It was beyond kissing.  Images of her looking over at her while they changed, feeling the desire deep inside.  Shame too.  The conversation they had when she was talking about her boyfriend.  Sadness.  Thinking that this person could never feel the same way.  Intimate thoughts, juxtaposed with the sadness of what she could never have.
Quinn felt naked, exposed in every way that matters.  Her heart was laid bare before this person who had to depend on her in battle.  Since she couldn’t dodge anymore, her hands hung from the controls as tears ran down her face.
Why did you never tell me you felt this way?
Because if I did then you’d hate me.  We couldn’t work together.  It would get too awkward.
Don’t you trust me, Quinn?  I’m a big girl.  I can handle this.
That’s when she realized, it was working.  They were soothing each other, and her fingers were flying over the controls.  Their Armor was shimmering with little octagons as the shield deflected particle beams.  A sphere of attacks all around, impacting and deflecting.  To the outside perspective, it was a marvel to behold.  Red beams lancing inward from all sides, going out.  One of the enemy Armors was destroyed by their own attack.
Feel me, Quinn.  Reach into my mind.
As bidden, she reached inside.  Seeing the anger at first, because Quinn wasn’t who she wanted.  It hurt.
No!  Keep going!  Past this!
Now she saw more thoughts.  Admiration.  She wanted to be just like her.  This pilot who seemed to have no fear.  Who would charge into the enemy’s attacking forces without a second thought.  Who charged into Hell to protect a pilot whose bird was damaged.  She would protect this warrior woman!  This strong, daring, fearless woman.
Then deeper.  Now she could feel the sensation of their minds linking before.  In the simulator.  But was it just there?  There was a memory, of them being in the shower together, and Kate asking her about her tattoos.  It would normally violate uniform regs, but the code changes so often that it’s hard to know what is right and wrong.  At least she had gotten away with it.  The one on her back, of the midnight wolf with the glowing blue eyes.  It captivated it.  A thought – I want to trace my fingers over that.
Uncertainty thoughts now.  Her wondering what she felt.  Years of loving men, being intimate with them.  Having a man who she loved with all her heart.  Was it just her thoughts?  It was like something was pressing on her.  A need that wasn’t her own.  Quinn realized that it may be the interface.  How they could help ease each other’s burden by taking in battle data.  Was it just data?  Was there more to it?  All of this was way too smart for her.
Do you feel it now?
Yes.  What happens now?
We survive this battle.  Then, I don’t know.
Yes ma’am!

From the bridge, the Rear Admiral saw the display and was in awe.  This was the true power of the Eternal Shield!  So what if their minds are basically meshing together.  For results like this, it was worth it.
Meanwhile at her console, the ship’s psychologist was reading the scans.  It was impossible!  They weren’t registering as separate people anymore.  Their minds had completely meshed.  These two women, for that time, had become one.  Two bodies, one mind.  What did this mean?!  The implications were both fascinating, and terrifying.

Reinforcements made short work of the attackers.  Their efforts had failed.  When the beams stopped and the last of them tried to flee, only to be destroyed, the Killer Bee was still standing.
Inside the cockpit, the two women let go of the bond.  It was hard to do.  In that instance, there was a feeling of completeness that was impossible to describe.  Both of them were breathing incredibly hard.  To those on the outside looking it, the way they breathed and felt, it would be more like afterglow than anything.
“Kate?” Quinn said.
“Yeah?”
“Oh good, just making sure you are still with me.  Are you okay?”
“You know the answer.”
Indeed, she could feel it inside.  She was.  Her body and mind were okay.
“I couldn’t have done this without you,” she whispered.
A warm smile came to her face.  “I’m glad.”
The comm buzzed.  “That was incredible, Killer Bee.  If there isn’t a commendation already made for that, there should be.  Head back to the ship.”
Quinn grabbed the controls.  “Aye-aye, Command!”  Entering the trajectory into the system, she turned on auto-pilot.
Things got very, very quiet as they headed back.  Neither woman said a word.  Just heavy breathing.  Exhaustion hit both of them hard.  Right as her mind was drifting into unconsciousness, she felt something in her lap.  Opening her eyes, she saw Kate moving on top of her.  She rested her body onto her lap, with her very rounded hips and bulky ass settling on top of her.  She took her helmet off and pulled Quinn’s off as well.
Laying her head on her pilot’s lap, she whispered, “can I stay like this?  Can we go to sleep like this?”
An awkward few seconds, then her arms went around this tired body.  No words in response.  None were needed.  Both of them knew each other’s mind now.  Closing her eyes, and wrapping her fingers into her partner’s, the two drifted off to sleep.

Until next time, a quote,

“Trust is for old married’s Buffy.  Great love is wild, and passion, and dangerous.  It burns and consumes.” – Spike

Peace out,

Maverick

Bonds Deeper Than Blood

“Kay, I can’t dodge all of it!  Eyes on the battle!”
“Bite me!” she snarled back.
Her screen was absolutely lit up.  The process of this was so unbelievably taxing.  Every battle left her so mentally and physically drained.  She didn’t like to complain, looking back up and seeing her companion in the seat in front of her, desperately moving to dodge and attack.  For whatever reason, command always saw fit to have them right in the thick of whatever fight.  The assertion was that since this unit had a shield that was nigh-impenetrable with the right crew, why not have them dealing with the worst of every battle.  Enemy armors were everywhere.  Just everywhere.  Bogeys on her screen and energy lances in all directions.  Made sense why her head was killing her.
Quinn was doing everything she could to move and return fire.  A unit decided to try its luck and come in close.  Bad move.  Energy blade sawed it right in half.  An enemy cruiser was coming up.  This was bad.  They could handle enemy fire from units, but beam weapons on these monsters was unstoppable.  They hadn’t gotten the order to retreat yet, so all they could do was avoid fire.
“Command, Protectorate cruiser incoming!  Request permission to withdraw!”
“Negative, Killer Bee.  Keep at it.”
Switching the comms to the ship off.  “These fuckers wanna kill us!”
Hard for Kate to argue, but she couldn’t respond.  Now things just got worse.  Their units were doing the best they could, but already they had lost five.  This was supposed to be an elite squadron, yet so many of their best had already been killed.  It hurt to see all the racks having to get reassigned.
The cruiser was lining up their guns.  It was clear that the Killer Bee was the target.  This unit was giving the Protectorate hell, now they wanted it dead.  Quinn decided on a desperate gambit.  She hit the boosters and flew hard at the cruiser.
“Are you nuts?!” Kate yelled.
“The closer we get the less guns there are shooting as us!  I can’t dodge particle cannons and defense lasers!  The shield can’t take the cannons, and you can’t deflect all the lasers.  I can hear you cracking.”
It was hard to admit, but it was true,  She was getting sloppy.  They hadn’t taken damage yet, but they would be soon.  Her endurance was failing.
“Sorry.”
“We’re not dead yet.  No apologizing.”
“Right.”
Killer Bee swooped in over the gray hull of the enemy ship.  Blue beams came like shafts in the black void.  Meanwhile, yellow particle beams from massive guns were also coming out.  Quinn trained the cannons on the nearest laser emitters and opened up, blowing holes in the hull.  They flew right at the nearest cannon and let loose on that as well.  The gun was blasted full of holes and stopped firing.  This weapon was too big to blow up.  At least not without missiles.  They used those up during the ambush.
A voice suddenly came onto the comm.  “Relax, everybody!  The cavalry has arrived!”
Massive explosions suddenly coated the back of the ship, right at the engines.  Quinn pulled up and started moving away.  The lasers had trained on new targets.  A series of bombers had come from a ship that was hiding behind one of the larger asteroids.  More explosions.  They ignited the drive core!  This ship was as good as dead.
“All fighters and armors, return to the fleet!”
“About fucking time!” Quinn snarled.  They quickly shifted back and she hit the accelerator as fast as it would go.  Just below the speed where their particle field couldn’t keep up.  Kate was breathing heavy as she leaned back in the seat, turning off her console.  The exhaustion was catching up fast.
“Take a look at this,” her pilot said, pulling up an image on the display.  It showed the cruiser they had been fighting.  Shimmering particles were flowing out.  The drive core was leaking.  It was going to blow!  Kate leaned across Quinn’s seat.  In a brilliant shimmer of yellow and green light, the drive went up.  The explosion was massive, sending particles everywhere.
“Beautiful…” she marveled.
“Yeah.  Amazing.”  There was a string of explosions afterwards.  Part of the risk of the Nova Engine is that once the particles are caught up in an explosion, it doesn’t just blow up and then go away.  The particles ignite for a time afterwards.  Hence why the drive is in the center of any ship with extensive shielding over it.  Once a drive goes up, any ship nearby has to flee, fast.
The armors, fighters, and the bombers that joined them headed back towards their ships.  Enemy fighters and armors were headed away, now in a pretty pickle.  If there were no ships within range, they couldn’t make a jump to sub-space on their own.  All they could do is sit and wait.  If your ship was blown up and you had no support craft within distress beacon range, it was typically better to just surrender.  The alternative was either your power running out and you freezing to death, your oxygen running out and you suffocating, or any emergency water supplies being depleted and you dying of thirst.  None of which were good ways to go.  The enemy wasn’t surrendering, so they must have known reinforcements were close enough.  A good sign to vacate the area, with haste.

Back on the ship, the Killer Bee was docked in its hangar, where the repair technicians looked it over.  Aside from heating of the guns and some minor repairs, they were being kept very bored.  Kate was a master at what she did.
In the dressing room, the two women were stripping down.  Both were utterly exhausted.  After they got out of their g-suits, now they were only wearing flight jumpers.  Once those were off, Kate sat on the floor.  Freezing cold, but she would take it.  Eased the tension on her skin.
Looking over, Quinn cocked an eyebrow.  She was struggling to put on her underwear.
“You okay?”
Shaking her head.  “No, I’m not.  So fucking exhausted.  But my body is so damn tense.  My head is killing me, and my body feels like a spring being pressed on.  It almost hurts how tense I am.  But I don’t even have the energy to get up.  So done with today.”
Walking over, Quinn held out her arm to her compatriot.  “I can help with that.  But first, let’s get that naked butt off the floor.  You’ll catch cold doing that.  Not gonna have you in our bird sneezing.
Taking her hand, Kate smiled.  “Okay, Harley, what do you have in mind?”
“First that you put some clothes on.  I can’t take you where I want to go naked.”
Both of them cracked up.

It was dark inside of the Constellation Chamber.  One of the most underutilized rooms in the entire ship, this was a place where one could have darkness and see the stars.  They could also turn off the gravity inside and just rest.  A projection of the stars would appear overhead, along with all sorts of stellar phenomenon.  You could see the gaseous clouds of a supernova.  It was something they had recorded.  What was on the viewer tonight was a brilliant particle clouds from that night.  Someone one the ship was nice enough to record it and now it was displayed, making the whole room shimmer.
Kate was on her stomach, with Quinn on her lower back, her hands working up and down.  There was soft music playing, with the two just enjoying the silence.  For Kate’s part, she was loving it.  The tension was easing up.  This woman’s hands were magic.  The lights reflecting on the floor from the bench they were on was so soothing.  Part of her was thinking she was going to fall asleep.
“It’s okay, you know,” Quinn said.  “If you start snoring.”
Raising her head up.  “Hey!  It is not cool to be in my head!”  Like she could complain.  After all the time they had spent together in training, the two women might as well have the same mind.  They were so synchronized that you would catch them finishing each other’s sentences.  The two were always together.  Always.  They were virtually never seen apart.  Led a lot of the crew to wonder what their deal was, but no one would say it publicly.  After their victories in battle, both had earned a huge amount of respect.
“Just count yourself lucky.  My first piece of advice was that we should hit the showers and I would have given you a rub there.”
Kate groaned.  “As if we need more rumors about us.”
A chuckle, and she went back to her work.  The quiet classical music continued.  The mood lingered on, with the quiet suddenly becoming more pronounced.
“Hey Quinn?”
“Yeah?”
Another pause.  “Why have you never made a move on me?  I mean, everyone already assumes we’re together.  Why did you never make a move?”
The girl stopped for a moment, resuming.
“Because for the longest time I hated your guts.  The two of us damn-near tried to kill each other for our entire time at boot and then for weeks when we met up here.  There was just so much negativity.  Then things turn around, and we got to know each other.  You were always talking about your boyfriends and how close you were to them, so I just figured that you were straight.  Why do you ask?”
Kate shrugged.  “I don’t know.  Just thinking out loud.”
“Oh.”
The quiet came back, and now both women were awkward, yet the rubbing continued.
“Have you been thinking about it?” Quinn asked, finally.
Looking down for a moment.  “Maybe, a little.  I mean, we’re always together.  You even came to my rack when you had the nightmare.  It was always on my mind why you never expressed any interest.”
She smiled.  “It’s not like I haven’t thought about it.  But you know all the rules about fraternization.”
“Oh please!  As if the rules have ever stopped you from doing something.”
“Fine, you caught me.  Maybe it was me wondering if what we had going was something real or just a battle thing.  You know?  Like we were just bonding over the war and being afraid of dying?”
Wiggling to let her know she wanted up, she looked over at her pilot.  “Do you still think that way now?”
Head down, then back up.  “I don’t know.  Like, it’s always in the back of my mind, but then I think of how we laugh at each other’s jokes and how every time I am away from you I don’t wanna be.  Then I think about what will happen when all this is over, if the two of us are alive, and I feel really scared because I don’t want to imagine you being far away and me not being with you anymore.”
Kate grabbed her hand.  “Hey now!  When we’re done here, I am so taking you back my colony world!  I wouldn’t let you go back to that tiny apartment now.  You’re too important to me to just leave behind once this is done.  And to be honest, I kinda think the same thing.  Like, about how I don’t know what I would do if you weren’t with me.  And yeah, I guess I have been thinking about it.  Before we really started to mesh, after all the negative stuff got out of the way, I never thought about that sort of thing before.  I mean, there’s always that one insanely hot girl that everyone is staring at, but it never really occurred to me before now with myself.  You’re just so…different.
The two women were so close now, looking right into one-another’s eyes.
“You promise?  That you’ll take me back to your home if we survive the war?”
Kate nodded.  “I wouldn’t lie about that!”
“I’m not saying you would.  But you have talked about how your family is very colonial.  Not sure they would dig how I am.”
Shaking her head.  “I don’t care about what they would think.  It’s what you think that matters.”
For a long time they just sat there, staring at each other.  Kate smiled at her companion.  Quinn took her hand and kissed it.  The two were now closer than ever.
Looking at her seriously, Quinn said, “don’t make the move, if you don’t mean it.”
Pulling her close, their lips touched.  After a few moments together, they pulled apart.
“I never knew how much I needed to do that before now,” Kate whispered.  And with that, the song ended.  Quinn hit a switch, and the image changed to a glowing red dust cloud.

Until next time, a quote,

“Every seaman is not only a navigator, but a merchant and also a soldier.” – William Petty

Peace out,

Maverick

Lucien’s Review: Life is Strange: Before the Storm – Episode 3

Ugh.  I don’t know what it is with game creators and stories with player choice.  For whatever reason, it seems that the vast majority of devs who make them find it difficult to end them in a way that reflects player choice.  But I don’t think that was the problem here.  I think the problem with ending this particular game is the fact that it has a continuity that it has to fit into, because it’s a prequel to another game.  And this game gave you the ability to completely break that continuity if you so chose.  Which I did.  I’m going insanely into spoilers, just a head’s-up.  If you don’t like that, get out now.  This episode had other problems too, which I am going to get into.  Let’s talk about it.

Here is a big issue – the first two acts of this game are done with such a mastery that it really blows my mind.  No joke, I was on the edge of my seat and feeling the feels in a big way.  It goes along with the narrative that it was so perfectly crafting.  Which makes the third act of this game and how far it dies that much more frustrating.  But my frustration with the third act comes from other places as well.

This is where I get into spoilers.  So anyone who doesn’t like that is advised to leave now.  For starters, what is the deal with the confrontation with Eliot?  That was bad!  Some of the worst writing I’ve ever seen.  It comes right the fuck out of nowhere!  So I’m just supposed to believe that he is secretly a crazy stalker who has a domestic violence complex when all the events up to now have told me he’s the sad friendzoned guy, based on the choices I made?  That makes no damn sense.  It was conflict needlessly thrown in there to add tension.  Or maybe to justify him not being in the game that follows this one.  I don’t know.  But that entire scene annoyed me to no end.

Next, why was the relationship I was cultivating with Rachel never acknowledged in the end?  That bugged me.  The previous game had Rachel and Chloe making out by my choices.  Why does it not have any amount of emotional intimacy between them.  It really doesn’t.  You could easily make the argument that they are just good friends based on how their interactions go.  Why?  This episodes goes out of its way to not say anything definitive about how their relationship is.  I know why – because of continuity.

And now we finally get into my biggest gripe with this episode – keeping the continuity.  See, here’s the thing: I broke that.  I broke the continuity of the game that follows it pretty damn hard.  With the choices I made, after a genuinely touching scene of David trying to reach out to Chloe, I had her finally choosing to make peace with him and set up a legitimate relationship for the family.  So they were on the path to becoming a real family, minus all the animosity.  Thus helping to set up a psychological balance with Chloe to help her heal.  Next, I put Nathan on the path to becoming a better person.  He had a real friend who was kind to him and treating him like he wasn’t a piece of shit.  That would set him on the path of becoming a better person and not needing Mr. Jefferson for his twisted fantasies.  Lastly, at the very end, I lied to Rachel about what transpired and the truth about her father being a real piece of shit.  That led her to having a very good relationship with her family that wouldn’t have had her and Chloe desperately looking to escape still.  Not to mention, I had set up in the previous episode that they would be heading to New York and not LA.  Since she wouldn’t have been self-destructive, there would be no reason for Rachel to be in Mr. Jefferson’s Dark Room.  Not to mention, since I had built up the relationship with her and Chloe so strongly (at least I thought I had), she’d have no reason for fooling around with Frank.  Unless she decided to cheat on her.

Do you see the problem?  The developers decided that it was better to keep the continuity intact than to allow player choice to dictate how the game goes.  Because, as I said, they had to keep to the continuity.  That’s bullshit!  If you are going to market a game as having player choice, respect their agency.  Yeah, I retconned the lore of the game that chronologically follows this one.  So what?  The original game, ironically enough, is an iron ball around the ankle of this one.  And that is unfortunate.

What’s even more ironic is that there is such an easy way around this!  Just have the continuity errors be Max in the future changing the past.  One of the bullshit endings to the game has it where Max goes back in time and lets Chloe die, ostensibly stopping all of the rest of the plot from happening.  The idea is that if Chloe had died, Max would never have gotten her powers, and none of the events that followed would have happened.  Even though, Max already fucking did that when she went back in time further than the events of the story and told David about Mr. Jefferson’s fucking Dark Room, which should have caused the same result!  Ugh!  I still hate the ending to the original game.  So yeah, if the idea was to stop the events of what followed after Max saw Chloe die, then anything she would do back in time before then to stop the events should work.  In other words, just have a bit where you see Max in Seattle having gone really far back and changing the timeline.  Then you can fuck around wherever you like.  A game with time travel allows for that.  Or have it be an alternate timeline Max created in time travel.  There are plenty of easy ways for this to work, and it doesn’t.

So, do I hate this episode?  I hate the final act, but just like the one that came before, everything leading up to that was pretty great stuff.  I guess you can make your own judgements on it from there.

Final Verdict
First two acts: 8 out of 10

Last act: 3 out of 10

Peace out,

Maverick

LGBT Characters in Gaming

Let’s talk a little history.  I don’t know how many of you were around and conscious of what television in the 90’s was like.  Much like the film industry, it produced some of the biggest garbage in the world.  You had shit like Friends and Full House, both of which got unbelievably popular due to nostalgia that people seem to believe the entertainment was so much better back then.  These people are what people like me call “clinically insane.”  But here’s something you may not remember – the 90’s didn’t always write gay characters very well.  Some of the biggest stereotypes about the LGBT community came into being then.  Now, the thing is that they aren’t negative stereotypes.  In fact, they were overwhelmingly positive.  There is a reason for that.  Maybe it was making up for old negative stereotypes, or people just not being able to write these kinds of characters very well.  Whatever the reason, they were all bad.

Here was the problem – these characters all had a bad habit of announcing that they’re gay to everyone they meet.  They are so damn proud of being gay and they are damn sure going to make sure that everyone knows it.  It was bad writing in the worst way.  All of these characters had a bad habit of the fact that they are gay being their entire life.  It isn’t one facet of it, but every facet of it.  Everything in their lives centers around the fact that they’re gay.  It was lazy, terrible writing that led to some of the most one-dimensional characters we ever got to see.

Time went by, however, and writers were able to get past whatever hangup they had and were able to start writing very rounded gay characters who were characters first, gay second.  They had rich personalities and issues with life that are part of the issues everyone has.  It led to some truly fantastic characters, like my favorite anti-hero, Omar Little from The Wire.

That sure was a long intro to talking about what this post is going into.  Gaming is at a similar crossroads.  What led us here is the fact that a lot of gamers are now part of an older generation.  The average age of gamers is closer to 30 than 20.  It’s become a part of popular culture, and is quickly overtaking Hollywood in telling engaging narratives that people can get wrapped up in.  As such, it’s only natural that we see games taking on more and more adult themes.  Things like the nature of marriage and ’til death do you part (Uncharted 4), the price of fame and losing one’s fame and selling out to greed (Persona 5), justifying evil for the greater good and the redemption that comes with being willing to change (Mass Effect 2 and 3).

Something that comes with writing narratives that are more complicated means having characters that are more complicated.  After all, people are not one-dimensional.  And it also means looking at other parts of life.  Like different kinds of relationships.  It was only natural that the gay community would make an appearance in this medium sooner or later.  Now sure, the core gaming audience is men.  That’s just how that goes.  The CoD games will never tackle this sort of thing.  I don’t think there’s anything wrong with the fact that narratives involving LGBT characters will typically be niche.

For a medium that has a real problem with subtlety, looking into something like this should be a niche thing.  There’s a reason why.  Let’s look at one of my favorite examples of it being done right and then it being done wrong.

In The Last of Us, you meet a character named Bill.  Bill is kind of a crazy man.  He’s weird, unwell, and has a real problem with Joel’s tiny companion.  Granted, they meet with her smashing a pipe on his arm.  That’s something.  However, as you go on with his narrative, he tells Joel of a person that he had to look after.  At first, he calls him his “partner,” and really doesn’t want to get very specific about him.  There is genuine venom in his voice when he talks about this guy.  What happened between these two?  When you get to a house after escaping the school, you find out.  He’s hanging from a noose that he rigged to stop himself from becoming one of the infected.

It’s here that we see another side of this.  At first, he’s clinical about it.  He’s looking over the body and seeing what happened.  But as you listen to him talk about him, there’s real pain in his voice.  Pain, anger, all sorts of emotions.  It’s a testament to what a good performance the voice actor does how much depth he brings into talking about this guy.  As I was playing this with my gay girly-mate Erin, she had this to say, “they had to have dated.”  To which I asked, “how do you figure?” “Easy, you don’t hate someone this much unless you’ve dated.”  Well put.  Bill lives a life where everything is regimented and safe.  When you find Frank’s letter, it tells of a man who was angry with Bill.  He wanted more from life than Bill was willing to give, and it ended in him leaving.  In his last letter, he says how much he hated Bill and wanted more from life than he wanted to give.

What happened between these two?  We never know.  It clearly must have been a very damaged relationship.  The audience can see some of the history and it’s enough to tell us a tragic story of two men who ended up hating each other because of irreconcilable differences in how they lived.  In a world where love for a gay person must be unfathomably hard to come by, to lose that relationship must have been hard for both of them.  But by the end both of them hated one-another.  It was done so well, and played very subtly.  I love everything about the nature of that relationship.  It also shows a side of Joel.  He figures out pretty quickly the deal between Bill and Frank, but he doesn’t make a big deal out of it.  After all, he is a Texan.

Now let’s look at this done wrong.  In Mass Effect 3, you meet a shuttle pilot named Steve Cortez.  He seems like an interesting character.  But there is a stark contrast of narrative quality in his his story plays out, depending on if you have male or female Shepard.  If you have female, it is a very interesting narrative about a man who is getting over the loss of someone dear to him.  If you have male Shepard, it’s a narrative about a gay man throwing his grief away in a nano-second in order to try and jump your bones.  It’s cringe-worthy to say the least.  Since I preferred Femshep because she was a much more engaging character, I was able to see the story done right.

What happened?  I’ll tell you – a narrative had to be spun.  See, we have another player in the problem with writing gay characters in gaming right now – SJWs.  Social justice decided to come in and take over the writing process of this character, all so they could call foul when the gamers were like, “this gay sex scene sucks.  Where did this come from?”  Good fucking question.  He was poorly written in order to spread a narrative and get a subject matter talked about.

This has happened quite a bit.  Gay characters are being written where the fact that they’re gay is their entire personality.  Or now the big one is trans.  Like how Ubisoft created an openly transgender character in Victorian London.  A time when I guarantee NO ONE was open about gender dysphoria.  Yet this character is all about talking about it to whoever they meet.  Or the trans character in Mass Effect: Andromeda, who really had to make a big deal out of this when they have a fuck-ton more things to worry about.

I get why this medium is going to be the hardest to write these kinds of characters in.  The core demographic is men.  That’s a demographic that is going to see this stuff pretty black and white.  Hell, in this insanely divisive culture that we live in, nuance is hard to see on any sides.  This is why I genuinely believe that if we are going to see more and more gay characters, it needs to be first handled in the niche markets, where it can be handled with a deft hand, rather than a stick to beat people over the head with, despite how rarely that deft hand is applied.

But maybe there’s hope.  I just got done with the latest episode to a prequel to my favorite game of 2015 – Life is Strange.  That game already had a very well-done relationship between Chloe and Max, but the real stand-out example of a blossoming romance that I genuinely enjoyed playing was in the prequel.  While it is miles below the original, the thing I can say is that the relationship between Chloe and Rachel that I have been able to help shape feels genuine.  And this most recent episode had payoff to that.  We’ll see if it can keep the trend of well-done character development happen.

*Update: The third episode of Life is Strange: Before the Storm totally fucked the relationship between Chloe and Rachel.  There was no payoff.  Zero.  The last episode might as well have pretended their relationship didn’t exist*

The ultimate message of this ramble is that making gay characters should be about making characters first.  Being gay is a part of a person’s life, but it isn’t everything.  At least not if they aren’t these social justice idiots who feel the need to make everything tie back into it.  It’s just one part of who that person is.  That’s how these kinds of characters need to be written.  Make them a character first.  Make gamers like them for who they are, then ease them in.  Just like how straight men can have gay friends who they are cool with, I guarantee that that gay friend knows that he can’t be too in this person’s face with how they are, because they know it would make the other person uncomfortable.

Wow, this seems like a whole lot of nothing, doesn’t it?  Maybe I should have made this a RAB post.  Unsure.  What do you all think?  Let me know in the comments.

Until next time, a quote,

“Do you think there’s a point where you’ve been acting so much that you don’t even have your own personality anymore?” – Rachel Amber, Life is Strange: Before the Storm

Peace out,

Maverick

The Debate About Sexual Attraction and Transphobia

I love how the Internet just loves to get pissed.  It really does.  The Internet loses its fucking mind every time there is some big thing that they feel they have to get upset about, because they have nothing better to do with their time.  Lately, it’s been Riley J Dennis getting her panties in a bunch because people chose to call out the video that her girlfriend made where she basically says that if you don’t date a trans person who still has the genitals of the sex they were born as, you’re a bigot.

This argument is so dumb for a lot of reasons.  I’ve already talked before in my post about the Fall of Zinnia Jones how this is simply ridiculous.  After all, you’ll like dick if you just give it a try!  What’s what?  That argument sounds just like the ones that straight people said to gay girls?  I know my friend Quinn heard that same argument from the Priest in the church she grew up in when she was younger.  But now we have the regressive left literally taking that EXACT SAME argument and waving it with the banner of it being a good thing.  That just blows my fucking mind.  They’re so desperate to be seen as tolerant that they take the rhetoric of intolerant people and use it as a way of proving how not-intolerant they are.  There’s so much delicious irony.

I am one of the people who says that Riley’s girlfriend was basically making the argument that sexual “preferences” is a choice.  Because you can choose to magically like dick, if you are a girl and don’t.  Just like I can magically choose to like dick on a girl.  Right?  See, here’s something that all these SJW retards don’t want to realize when they make the argument “the last thing I think about is genitals.”  Really?  Then you’ve never have sex.  See, sex is about sexual contact.  To all the SJW guys, here’s a question – you have a girlfriend?  If you get one, and you’re in bed with her, would you wanna suck her cock?  Would you want her fucking you up the ass with it?  Because if she has one, then that’s how sexual contact will go.  You will be fucking her penis.  I wonder if that’s how Steve Shives gets it on.  Maybe he is living proof that you can grow to like it long enough if you take it.

Everyone I see on Twitter and other sites arguing this crap seems to want to totally ignore the fact that if you are making the argument that what you like to feel, sexually, can be changed.  So ladies, you like getting fuck by a big cock?  Great.  These people are telling you that you can not like that, if you just give it a chance.  Do you see how stupid that is?!

It baffles me how we’ve come to this.  Everyone on the far-left is so desperate to not be called a bigot that we’re going to pretend that what you are sexually into can just be fundamentally changed if you just give it enough of a chance.  All the straight guys are gonna magically want to suck cock and all the straight girls are going to want to touch vaginas.  An argument for which there is NO evidence of ANY kind that it is true.  After all, you’re born wanting what you want.  The same argument that the gay community uses equally applies here.

We live in an age where, in order to be seen as “progressive,” there is a fucking purity test.  This bothers me.  This social justice mentality has infected everything.  A lot of people are saying that going after SJWs is tired, but then we see this stupid crap, and I realize that it’s not.  It’s as big now as it has ever been.  And these people don’t see how they’re doing real damage to their own movement.  Because now, instead of wanting to be allies, they’re made to feel guilty about their “preferences.”  Yeah, because what you like to have when you are at the most intimate moments of your life is just something you can choose.  Imbeciles.

I get where all of this is coming from.  For real, I do.  I maintain that I get why Riley said this crap.  It’s because she didn’t want people to be rejected.  Rejection hurts.  But here’s the thing that Riley and all the people who think like her don’t seem to want to accept – rejection is part of life.  Trust me, I’ve gotten a ton of it.  I know what it’s like.  You gotta accept that not everyone is going to be attracted to you.  Some people who see that giant honking Adam’s Apple are going to be put off.  Some people who see that painfully-average penis are going to be put off.  That’s not bigotry.  It’s because they know what they want to have sexual contact with, and that isn’t it.  Hey Riley, would you suck your girlfriend’s cock if she had one?  Would you let her peg you with it?  If that thought provides even a moment’s hesitation for you, then maybe you fucking get it.  And maybe you can see that this isn’t bigotry.  It’s just someone wanting something else in the bedroom than you.  I’m sorry if you or your friends have been hurt before because someone didn’t want you.  But we all have to deal with that.  Saying that a lesbian is a bigot because she doesn’t want a penis inside her is just as disgusting as the aforementioned Priest saying Quinn should just give dick a try and it would grow on her.

I genuinely can’t see the difference between those points of view.

Until next time, a quote,

“I think putting labels on people is just an easy way of marketing something you don’t understand.” – Adam Jones

Peace out,

Maverick

The Fall of Zinnia Jones

It’s so weird to me being on Facebook and seeing these memories things, where you can see the things you posted years past.  It’s kinda cool in that I can see where my head was at all that time ago, but it is also kind of depressing in that I can see how some avenues of my life have changed in the time that I have been around.  One such area is my watching of the YouTuber Zinnia Jones.

Time was, just like Richard Coughlin and so many other atheist YouTube personalities I watched back before 2011, Zinna Jones was one who I actually found enjoyable.  She made content besmirching religion and the anti-LGBT conservatives in this country.  It was cool stuff.  My favorite was the video she did against ICP that they actually responded to.  That was funny shit!  However, after 2011, when Atheism + reared its ugly head, Zinnia decided to get the SJW bug up her ass.  And from there we see where she has come today.

And where is that?  Let me tell you.  Just recently, Zinnia actually made the contention that photo footage showing Muslims in the Middle East throwing members of the LGBT community off a roof is fake.  That they were committing suicide and that the person who shared it should be ashamed.  When the person who posted that rightfully came back at them with the point that they were being thrown off, she then followed up by saying that the people doing the throwing are trying to stop them from jumping.  The level of how asinine that is just blows my mind.

Hey, Zinnia, maybe that was too subtle for you.  After all, it’s hard to know the context of a photo.  Perhaps we can use video evidence?

Is that a little clearer?  Amidst the charming ditty by Syetenatheist you get to see video evidence of ISIS members throwing LGBT people off roofs.  And if that doesn’t kill them, one clip has members of the crowd rushing in to help finish the job.  Oh, and the video also includes passages from the Quran and Hadith which show that the religion of Islam hates you and what you are.  Much the same way that the religion preaches that women are lesser and that because men are stronger, if their women get uppity they have every right to beat them!  That’s the religion that you and your fellow chucklefucks like Steve Shives defend.  Something that never ceases to blow my mind.

But when she’s not busy defending Islam from us evil culturally-appropriating white people, she is also harassing people in her neck of the woods who don’t agree with her!  Like when Blair White came onto the scene, Zinnia made a video where she publicly denounced her and has gone on Twitter saying that doxing of people like Blair is okay.  Because she is the LGBT equivalent of a race traitor.  The trans version of an Uncle Tom.  It never ceases to amaze.

Oh, and let’s not forget when Zinna came out publicly saying that there needs to be a campaign to ruin Laci Green’s livelihood and life because she decided to actually give the other side of the culture war a chance to have their ideas heard.  Zinnia was so outraged that she was not subtle about wanting to ruin Laci Green’s career and declaring her the feminist equivalent of an Uncle Tom.  I always am amused when these people are so quick to turn on allies like rabid dogs the moment they say anything that violates the Church of Social Justice’s teachings.  That’s right, Zinnia, you are a member of a faith.  Your church has teachings, values, demagogues, Original Sin, and is quick to punish apostasy.  Man, no wonder you defend Islam.  You pretty much have the same ideology in some ways.  I think SyeTenAtheist made a video about that too.

Just today, however, the thing that Zinnia said that took the absolute cake came to me.  I’m going to show you the screen-cap, because this blows my fucking mind.  In one statement, the bitter hypocrisy of her and hers is laid bare for everyone to see.  To the point that they spit in the face of their own values system.  It’s pretty incredible stuff.

Let me get this straight, Zinnia (pun intended) – you want to tell people who are not attracted to a certain physical gender that they need to have their orientation changed?  Did I get that right?  Because if so, holy shit, woman!  Did you just tell someone that their sexuality isn’t something they’re born with, but instead a choice?!  It sure as hell looks like that from where I’m sitting.  This is the EXACT same thing as a person saying that a lesbian will like dick if they just try it.  There’s no difference.

When idiots like Riley Dennis say this kind of crap, I get the feeling that it comes from a place of not wanting to have people hurt by being rejected, sexually.  But not you, Zinnia.  You believe this shit.  On some level, you actually buy into the idea that the sexual preferences of people are not something they are born with.  It’s something that can be changed.  But only in respect to straight men.  Why do you believe this?  What informs this knowledge?  After all, all the evidence that exists holds that the sexual preferences and orientation of an individual are ingrained.  You can no more be attracted to what I am attracted to anymore than I can become attracted to all the things you are.  It’s part of who we are.  If all the scientific evidence spits in the face or your point of view, then where exactly does this values system you have come from?

That’s easy – your religion.  Your church espouses this view.  And just like the conservatives you used to mock or the Muslims that you go out of your way to defend, your faith is blind.  The leaders of your church tell you how to think.  Even when it spits in the face of reality, that’s no problem.  Your church will tell you why this view is correct, and without questioning it even a little, you will accept the teachings of your church.  It’s amazing, really.

Zinnia’s fall is not in the fact that her content became terrible, though it did do just that.  It’s not the fact that she has become a champion of doxing and harassing and ruining other people’s lives in order to spread her church’s message, though that is bad too.  Her fall is when she went from an atheist who thinks critically about things to buying in to a different dogma.  One that does what the most prolific churches do – get past people’s critical thinking and appealing directly to their emotions.  Because if you don’t like trans women, you are a bigot!  You have church leaders telling you so, so naturally that’s all you need.

Social justice is a faith.  A college in Toronto actually had an event where straight white men could go into a confessional and confess their sins.  While I am sure that was meant to be satirical on some level, given these people’s belief in the Original Sin of being a straight white man, part of me wonders how not on the level it really was.

In the meantime, if I am intimate with a girl and I find out she has a penis, I am very likely to be turned off.  Because if she was not honest with me about the fact that she had one (I don’t do one-night stands, so don’t even go into the “if you’re just hooking up with a girl, she doesn’t have to tell you”), and I have to find out like that, I am going to be upset with her.  I am likely not going to be attracted to her anymore.  I expected one thing, there was another.  If that hurts you and yours so much, then here’s some cold hard facts of life – suck it up, buttercup.  Life’s hard.  Not everyone is going to be attracted to you.  Just like how lots of women are going to find Riley’s giant Adam’s Apple unattractive.  And you can’t change this behavior in people.

To use a phrase that clearly you don’t buy anymore – they are born that way.

Until next time, a quote,

“The meme for blind faith secures its own perpetuation by the simple unconscious expedient of discouraging rational inquiry.” – Richard Dawkins

Peace out,

Maverick