Seriously. Someone out there, please tell me I’m enough.

Because despite all my magic power, despite all the talent and intellect and sweet personality and so on, despite all that I can do, I have always felt like somehow, I still was a radically inadequate and incomplete and insufficient being who came nowhere near to qualifying as a real person.

Instead, I have been plagued by massive shame just for being alive and hounded by feelings that I am a burden and a liability to everyone unfortunate enough to know me.

I’ve felt like a toxic nightmare of a person who everyone wishes would just go away.

This is clearly madness. People love me and love having me around. I’m a unique and amazing person, objectively speaking. People would be very sad and hurt if I wasn’t here any more.

I find my way into people’s hearts, ya know?

And yet this feeling of vast inadequacy remains.

I imagine this is a problem for a lot of disabled people. Not being able to work for a living leaves a massive hole in the soul that no amount of back patting and being told to just concentrate on getting better can fill.

And it’s far beyond the financial. If it was only about money, my disability cheque would fix it. Nor is it only about not being able to earn said money.

It goes right to the heart of all our social instincts. They say that when you become an adult, you take or find your role in the tribe and contribute to the collective.

Modern capitalism complicates this enormously. Having a job only feels like you are contributing to the collective in a very faint way.

I mean, we all know that having a job means paying taxes and taxes pay for roads. schools, and so on, but that still doesn’t feel like you are contributing.

Nevertheless, it’s what we have. And not being able to work leaves that social instinct unfulfilled, and that makes us feel like we must be bad people.

We’re failing the tribe! We’re not doing our job! Holding up our end! Surely that means that we are very bad people indeed!

Our social instincts don’t have a disability loophole.

And that is a big reason why I feel so inadequate. My social instincts are screaming for me to go get a job and support myself and pay taxes, and I just…. can’t.

And not because of an easily demonstrable debility either. If someone in a wheelchair or an iron lung can’t work, tht’s easy to understand.

Still hurts though, I bet.

This is also why places with high unemployment have serious social ills like alcoholism, domestic violence, and child abuse.

So many people unable to transition into adulthood, wracked by a pain they can’t even name let alone cope with.

That’s why I think gainful, meaningful employment should be considered a human right.

Thank you for coming to my TED Talk.

More after the break.

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Let’s talk about Sasha

Gotta talk about this because it’s freaking hilarious.

I was making my usual perverted rounds on various Rule 34 sites looking for gay furry porn of all my favorite cartoons when I came across the tale of Sasha.

Sasha is a character in the latest version of Animal Crossing.

Here’s a picture of Sasha chatting with friends.

Now if you had to guess Sasha’s gender, would you say male or female?

Male, right? I mean, if you know literally anything about Eastern European culture, you know that Sasha is a boy’s name.

Yes, it ends in an A. And yes, it’s sort of soft sounding to an English speaker’s ears.

But it’s still a boy’s name, dag nabbit!

Even if you don’t know that, though, just look at him. That’s a boy’s jacket. That haircut is definitely male. Even his body language is male.

And this is where the hilarity begins, because until recently there was a rather large an vociferous cadre of male Animal Crossing fans who insisted that Sasha was female.

Why? Because Sasha is hotter than Texas fuck, that’s why.

Therefore, these straight make fans were attracted to our fluffy soft bunny friend, and therefore, being definitely totally straight males, the object of their erections MUST be female. QED with a boner.

Now I find that freaking hilarious. Oh, but it gets better.

Because the debate over Sasha’s gender got so intense and heated that the game company had to put out an official statement clarifying that Sasha is, indeed, a boy.

Of course, being a “family friendly”^[1] game, they couldn’t provide definitive proof of Sasha’s gender, despite the fact that the character is sans pants.

The internet was, of course, happy to step in to fill the gap.

Or maybe you’d prefer him doing the “ya-ta!” :

But my favorite view is this one :

So basically, you now have a bunch of straight male nerds feeling very weird about their boners because they had no idea boys came with bodies like that.

Really makes you wonder about this whole gender barrier thing, doesn’t it? I mean, if you have sex with a boy whose body is that feminine and don’t do anything you wouldn’t do with a chick, is it even really gay?

This stuff really brings out my wicked trickster side.

Come join the dick side of the force, men! You could be ignoring one penis away from the hot, built, sexy, horny, super feminine girlfriend of your dreams.

And would you really miss vaginas all that much? Be honest.

Yup. I just might be evil.

I will talk to you nice people again tomorrow.