Showtime.
As Vinthar presses himself against the hallway wall with a deferential swoop, Eleodie strolls onto the ship with a long-legged stride. Chin up. Eyes down. Project confidence. You will one day rule this galaxy. []
Zhe regards those bound before zher with golden eyes. These people are frightened of what is happening. Good. They should be.
Now it is time to soothe their fear. A balm to salve the sting. []
Zher words are loud and alive, vibrating with a deep intensity. The voice that emerges is velvety and rich, and Eleodie can feel it all the way down at the ends of zher fingertips. Zhe hopes they can, too.
["Aftermath: Life Debt" by Chuck Wendig]
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My leaning conservative University (despite what the Regents or the Governor of this State might claim), has finally introduced new name badges which include gender pronouns. Before this needed change, I used to show them thanks to this wonderful pin by @missupsetterdesigns, which conveys both my nerdiness and my values.
As members of the human collective, we are used to being treated as individuals. Generally, in our very first social exchanges, we introduce ourselves or we are asked for our names, jobs or where are we from.
The interlocutor does not assume, most of the time, any of these facts. And, after being informed about our generalities, they refer to us with our name, prefixes, or suffixes, as a sign of respect for our uniqueness.
And if the cisgender privilege might allow some of us to just omit our pronouns, for many people this crucial distinctive aspect of their persona shouldn't be given for granted, yet deserved to be treasured.
So, freeing ourselves from our bias, let's accept other perfect souls in their wholeness, "his highness, her glory, his wonder, her luminous magnificence."
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