rb to relieve the back pain of the person u reblogged this from
*cracking open your moral intuition systems* ohhh i see, there's the issue, you're running secularism on a kernel built for protestant morality.
Tricky one cause the kernel's built around creating the need for salvation from a higher power, and you'll have to change up a lot of the systems for evaluating your own and others' moral worth to avoid operating with a deficit when there's no inbuilt release valve.
You haven't been going around making up ad-hoc solutions for redeeming sinners instead of trying to patch out the notion of sin, right?
hey does anyone have that poem. about the author seeing two boys cuddling on a hotel lobby couch, where he refers to it as something like an island of safe anonymity or smth. its been 5000 years my college boyfriend had it written out and pinned to his wall
don't get me wrong i love "always knew i wasn't a boy/girl" narratives but how about we start writing about "knew about trans people but couldn't imagine being one because Surely I'm not special that way and instead just kinda bad at being a boy/girl"
If you see this you’re legally obligated to reblog and tag with the book you’re currently reading



![In a Super 8 just outside Iowa City, two 12-year-old boys are cuddled on the lobby couch, scrolling on their phones. It is late and they don’t expect me, or anyone, in this holy space they’ve drawn for themselves. Their parents are asleep on the third floor, getting ready for a hockey tournament or some other rough-and-tumble game. [break]](https://64.media.tumblr.com/113b385d7df9837b47a61285bb710e7c/1c77b13d8c760380-55/s75x75_c1/7eecc985a5b99da630a7acafbd05406d30b2a5dd.jpg)
![[continued] It’s clear by the way the boys jump that their parents know nothing. The continental breakfast will start soon. The floor is lava. The couch they’re on is an island I’ve been to.](https://64.media.tumblr.com/8a435b360d96383781368c3936778080/1c77b13d8c760380-09/s75x75_c1/1009fd4be3db0df5702b4b6bb96370de03ad53f3.jpg)

