I had the most thrilling and erotic experience of my life this afternoon (walking around the giant attic of the natural history m*seum completely alone not touching anything)
i enter the lesbian bar wearing a t-shirt emblazoned with the phrase: ask me about my favorite fallacy. copious beautiful women proceed to do so. “it’s the argument from fallacy” i tell them. “the fallacy of claiming that because an argument contains a fallacy, that argument’s conclusion must therefore be false.” murmurs of appreciation, as this is an underrated, even unorthodox choice. “but there’s more,“ i say. the women listen, their attention piqued. “let’s call an argument containing some random fallacy Argument A. if you claim that Argument A’s conclusion is false because it commits a fallacy to get there, you have, of course, committed the argument from fallacy. but here’s where it gets interesting.” the women lean in, enraptured. someone turns the music off. “if i claim that your conclusion (that Argument A’s conclusion is false) is false because you committed a fallacy (the argument from fallacy), i too have committed the same fallacy.” i am met with exclamations of delight and disbelief. “it’s like fallacyception,” i say. the women burst into applause, charmed by my firm grasp of logic and reasoning. i exit the lesbian bar covered in lipstick kiss marks like in a cartoon
I was up all night while it was sopping wet out and just above 50f which is my ideal set of conditions but also the ideal set of conditions to have seen all these:
Thinking about the cis girl at my high school who changed her name purely because she thought the new one was cooler because she saw me change mine (for trans reasons) and was like oh wait I can just do that? I can just start using another name? that’s the energy we should be bringing to name changes
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