Question existentielle du samedi soir.
J’espère qu’elle vous convient, même si, je crois qu’elle va décevoir : un miroir d’inverse pas le haut le et le bas, mais pas la gauche et la droite non plus !
Ah, il semble que les parents de Leelah Alcorn ont supprimé le blog tumblr où elle avait publié sa note de suicide.
D’après divers posts sur Tumblr, les mêmes parents veulent faire retirer le texte partout.
Voici la note en question, reproduite avec la conviction que sa diffusion aille dans le sens de sa volonté « ma mort doit servir à quelque chose », plus en tout cas que de laisser le texte être censuré partout :
« Suicide Note
If you are reading this, it means that I have committed suicide and obviously failed to delete this post from my queue.
Please don’t be sad, it’s for the better. The life I would’ve lived isn’t worth living in… because I’m transgender. I could go into detail explaining why I feel that way, but this note is probably going to be lengthy enough as it is. To put it simply, I feel like a girl trapped in a boy’s body, and I’ve felt that way ever since I was 4. I never knew there was a word for that feeling, nor was it possible for a boy to become a girl, so I never told anyone and I just continued to do traditionally “boyish” things to try to fit in.
When I was 14, I learned what transgender meant and cried of happiness. After 10 years of confusion I finally understood who I was. I immediately told my mom, and she reacted extremely negatively, telling me that it was a phase, that I would never truly be a girl, that God doesn’t make mistakes, that I am wrong. If you are reading this, parents, please don’t tell this to your kids. Even if you are Christian or are against transgender people don’t ever say that to someone, especially your kid. That won’t do anything but make them hate them self. That’s exactly what it did to me.
My mom started taking me to a therapist, but would only take me to christian therapists, (who were all very biased) so I never actually got the therapy I needed to cure me of my depression. I only got more christians telling me that I was selfish and wrong and that I should look to God for help.
When I was 16 I realized that my parents would never come around, and that I would have to wait until I was 18 to start any sort of transitioning treatment, which absolutely broke my heart. The longer you wait, the harder it is to transition. I felt hopeless, that I was just going to look like a man in drag for the rest of my life. On my 16th birthday, when I didn’t receive consent from my parents to start transitioning, I cried myself to sleep.
I formed a sort of a “fuck you” attitude towards my parents and came out as gay at school, thinking that maybe if I eased into coming out as trans it would be less of a shock. Although the reaction from my friends was positive, my parents were pissed. They felt like I was attacking their image, and that I was an embarrassment to them. They wanted me to be their perfect little straight christian boy, and that’s obviously not what I wanted.
So they took me out of public school, took away my laptop and phone, and forbid me of getting on any sort of social media, completely isolating me from my friends. This was probably the part of my life when I was the most depressed, and I’m surprised I didn’t kill myself. I was completely alone for 5 months. No friends, no support, no love. Just my parent’s disappointment and the cruelty of loneliness.
At the end of the school year, my parents finally came around and gave me my phone and let me back on social media. I was excited, I finally had my friends back. They were extremely excited to see me and talk to me, but only at first. Eventually they realized they didn’t actually give a shit about me, and I felt even lonelier than I did before. The only friends I thought I had only liked me because they saw me five times a week.
After a summer of having almost no friends plus the weight of having to think about college, save money for moving out, keep my grades up, go to church each week and feel like shit because everyone there is against everything I live for, I have decided I’ve had enough. I’m never going to transition successfully, even when I move out. I’m never going to be happy with the way I look or sound. I’m never going to have enough friends to satisfy me. I’m never going to have enough love to satisfy me. I’m never going to find a man who loves me. I’m never going to be happy. Either I live the rest of my life as a lonely man who wishes he were a woman or I live my life as a lonelier woman who hates herself. There’s no winning. There’s no way out. I’m sad enough already, I don’t need my life to get any worse. People say “it gets better” but that isn’t true in my case. It gets worse. Each day I get worse.
That’s the gist of it, that’s why I feel like killing myself. Sorry if that’s not a good enough reason for you, it’s good enough for me. As for my will, I want 100% of the things that I legally own to be sold and the money (plus my money in the bank) to be given to trans civil rights movements and support groups, I don’t give a shit which one. The only way I will rest in peace is if one day transgender people aren’t treated the way I was, they’re treated like humans, with valid feelings and human rights. Gender needs to be taught about in schools, the earlier the better. My death needs to mean something. My death needs to be counted in the number of transgender people who commit suicide this year. I want someone to look at that number and say “that’s fucked up” and fix it. Fix society. Please.
(Leelah) Josh Alcorn »
Et en version 17 pouces ?
Par contre, qu’en est-il de la possibilité de démonter l’ordi et du reste ?
Une solution à problème agaçant : le défilement naturel dans Linux Mint sous Mate n’était pas appliqué aux programmes sous GTK3, seulement aux logiciels GTK2.
Avec ça, c’est enfin corrigé.
Marrant, ça : la couleur des hortensia dépend de l’acidité et du taux d’ion aluminium dans le sol.
Ça peut servir, merci !
Oui, le zonage est une plaie. Encore un truc qui n’existait pas sur la GameBoy et dont on se serait bien passé…
J’aurais dû regarder avant, mais un site de vente qui ne propose pas de service de contact *direct* ne peut pas être bon avec ses clients (et épargnez moi le numéro de téléphone surtaxé et le courrier : on est en 2015, bordel de merde).
J’ai commandé un article. Ça fait 10 jours que leur page indique qu’il est remis au transporteur, et que du même temps le transporteur (colissimo, la poste -_-") me dit qu’ils n’ont pas encore pris en charge le colis. Pour un colis envoyé en national, avec 20% du prix consacré au frais de port, ça fait beaucoup.
Et bien-sûr, impossible de contacter qui que ce soit, ni de poser une question à un humain. Tout ce que je peux faire c’est « nous vous invitons à patienter. ».
Du foutage de gueule.
Même Amazon et eBay proposent des moyens de communication gratuits et directs.
Dans le même temps, un colis est arrivé des USA et un autre d’Australie, juste pour dire.
Un chat, différents styles 😺