I& #39;m gonna get off of Twitter for a bit cause my brain (https://abs.twimg.com/emoji/v2/... draggable="false" alt="🤯" title="Explodierender Kopf" aria-label="Emoji: Explodierender Kopf">), but a story on my mind:

I was just hired to my first job and was taken out for drinks. I was working with the Ironworkers Union. The drinking capacity w these guys was high, and I was basically a little sissy boy. /1

Of course they were all dialed into the 2008 election. This was October. I was very drunk and walking behind one of the dudes I worked with, who was having a loud phone call about "If they don& #39;t screw this up the Dems have it." /2

I turned to this guy, who I worked with but didn& #39;t know (gravelly voiced, he kind of terrified me), and I said, absolutely slurring, raising my hand, "Hey Mister [lastname], we& #39;ve got this motherfucker." He looked totally baffled but gave me a high-five. /3

I went on to meet with my friends and gloat that I was going to get paid by a very butch union to dig up shit on evil companies and then use the money I was paid to turn myself into a woman. /4

It& #39;s 12 years later, I am a trans mom with my own weird little lobbying firm that& #39;s all about economic justice, and I can see the structures of long-standing evil crumbling despite their brutal last stand, AND WE HAVE THIS MOTHERFUCKER.

~fin~