I love you johnny silverhand. Unreliable narrator trope but the narrorator hates himself so, so much. I mean the man remembers himself being the world’s biggest asshole when in reality he put on multiple charity concerts to call out police brutality and built housing for low-income artists. Aggressive amounts of substance abuse that he tries to spin off as jokes. In denial. Self sabotages every relationship he’s in because he doesn’t believe he truly should be happy. Perhaps one of the youngest people ever to experience cyberpsycosis. Blames his arm for all his problems because it’s the personification of the person war made him become. Avoidant attachment issues. Worlds saddest wet rat bisexual rockerboy terroritst. I love him.
actually pigs shouldn’t be at pride even outside of uniform. fuck those guys
if you decide to become a police officer then that outweighs any other marginalised identity you can rustle up like. not sorry, who asked you to willingly become a pig
I have heard of black people warning their kids that the race of a police officer is cop and you should not expect solidarity from them. The same applies to other types of minorities.
The sexuality of a police officer is cop.
The gender of a police officer is cop.
When you become the enforcer and protector of capital, you are making the deal to be slightly favored by the system over others like you, in exchange for being its servant. Your solidarity is with the system that you serve, even if it hates you.
If you want solidarity with those the system hates, you cannot be the system’s servant and defender.
similarly, the social class of a police officer is cop.
The one thing about gender is that frankly my ideal gender situation has very little to do with me and infinitely more to do with everyone else on the earth who cannot be fuuuuuuuuucking cool about anything ever
somehow no matter what the world keeps turning
