[dramatisation: may not have happened]
The Doctor is a character who, for literally thousands of years, and a neat baker’s dozen of faces, was a man. He would gallivant about space, he would fall in love with women, and he would go by pronouns he/him. He is now a she.
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did professor oak, when he first penned that very first entry of his very first Pokedex, when he dare label it The Seed Pokemon, did he let the doubt creep in?
did he let himself wonder — did he belong? did he deserve?
did he pass?
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when the haze in front of you is so thick that you can taste it, when its so dense that it blankets all of us, when its so toxic that it threatens to cull us one-by-one, how to we combat it?
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The door closes behind her with a clunk altogether far too loud. Moments, lathered in thick tension, spent waiting before the elevator doors. With strange man she invited into her home for an even stranger transaction, together uncomfortable now that it’s over.
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you’ve built a house with three walls and a front door.
one wall is blue, one wall is pink, one wall is white, and the front door is locked.
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if dysphoria is a general unease and its panacea is euphoria — seeking it and obtaining it — then its truest instigator is idle hands.
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if you could push a button that would grant you every professional ambition, would you press it?
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after nearly thirty years of being alive I’ve come to, what I believe to be, a very concrete and irrefutable conclusion: that the hardest thing to do is to get out of bed every morning
that probably reads a little flip. does it dismiss the struggles of millions around the world? does it reduce the struggles of an individual to some pithy truism? does it ignore the multitudinous acts of living, the innumerable challenges of ambition, and replace them all with some lazy monkey-brained hurdle best left in the domain of reductive memes ping-ponged on millennial social media?
probably, but, here we are.
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my twenties ended with a lesson
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