Scotland seems to be mainly populated by trannies these days - except for Autphag, he isn't allowed to play along. So sad.
1. They use the code "cisgender" as a dual-entendre especially after ops but sometimes before them depending on "perceived authenticity." Based on this logic I'm jus tgonna start spewing "I'm Sophie and I'm a cisgender woman!". It's be more genuine than whatever David has to say in his new nomme-de-plumme.
Word on the street is Stevenson became embittered about autistic ability after I dropped out despite all her time and investment in her one remotely mainstream-competing student (there was another taught by another ASD base colleague of hers -- Micheal Argent, who left and went to get degrees with impressive titles, sure, but still as rote-automatic as his approach to other work in that his Master's thesis is about
the cost-efficiency of aerodynamics pfft what banal, spergy, boring shit; he was never much of a thinker, though, semi-decent conversationalist and civil to my recollection; although not as much of a narcissist as I, we bonded on being the unit's two 'intellectuals'). Then there was David who carried his PSP like an embarassing little sperg and took nothing seriously, even Micheal sneered at him when he would come at base to lunch -- we'd be speaking about Political-Economy to which I'd introduced Micheal (Micheal learned the works of Marx IMPRESSIVELY fast! Certainly a classic Kanner -- they tend to do better on measures of processing speed and all the other stereotypically chinky stuff above language; he din't get some of the metaphorical nuances sadly), then David would come along, to interject something STUPID, BANAL ANDMORE STUPID THAN ANY POST-GRAD THESIS OF MICHEAL'S.
Whilst eating what I'd disparagingly called his 'dog treats' packed by his mother. He was but of jokes by those who took ourselves seriously -- there were a few slag-of-averages who did stay onto 6th year only to fuck up their S-Grades but make up for it after college, we banded as a group of 4 friends over our disocvery of Marx.
While he played his stupid vidya games.
No, Stevenson's decision to block David Cochrane from entering 5th year was more pragmatic than Kelly thinks. He never took ANYTHING seriously. He never took HIMSELF seriously. His decorum was shit, he could barely dress himself, he could just about do mathematics with his hand held and didn't appear to have too horendous a command of English but no wonder he was treated like shit by Stevenson -- he didn't understand, but I did, what Stevenson was; I didn't know what Borderline was but had vague experience of the archetype because that's basically all my sisters and mothers. They love deferential appeasement to their narcissism. They love pets who perform their every trick. They love it when people express their intelligence in a way to concur with them rather than deride them. I understood how to play to my special ed teacher's sentimental strings -- and not in a vicious way -- to get perks. He was just a shitty autist.
Cuntster's sympathies are, once again, misplaced. And don't bitch to me about deadnaming. You'll know the bastard by its Gender Identity Certificated aberro-identity it doesn't deserve once you learn this history of his. Even more hypermale than I EVER was.
