It's weird to sit down to write about something about which you are definitely not-going to write.
*hmm*
There are several tactics that can be taken, as a writer, who wants to not-write about something by writing about it. There are several techniques one could use. There are options. Again, I still don't really feel like brain-storming these days, preferring to fly "off the cuff," writing down whatever infiltrates my mind. I think that I would've been a scribe if I had been born during that typa past, etc., and I woulda loved it, except that there's a 99.99% chance that I woulda been born a slave/peasant, so, a girl can dream, just like the girl dreams now *sigh*
Options include, but are not-limited to, metaphors, similes, poetry, essays, jokes, think-pieces *vomits*, acting-like-nothing-happened-type opinions about something else, entirely, opinion pieces about what this all "means" or "signals" *vomits*, equivocations, admissions, story-telling, goddamn, this list ought to have utilized a list-form, or a photo journal of how it affects "me" as a [race-redacted] she/her identifying person who can get pregnant with a vagina &uterus but who does not identify as a woman, cause that's elitist (if this isn't the most patriarchal mindset to adopt as an actual woman who identifies as a biological human female, but who would rather not-be identified by her genitals, cause, to her, being asked to announce or proclaim her pronouns is like being asked to declare whether or not she has a pussy or a cock or neither, and she thinks that it's none of anyone's business except anyone she might want to have sex with, etc., and so would rather simply be referred to by her name, cause to declare herself a "them" has other connotations, again, with regards to her genitalia, genitals, or lack thereof, etc.).
As a side note, it's really fucking irritating to get hit-on by old men-customers at my jobplace. *blech*
So, I guess I'll go with the avoidance option as if none of anything is happening, right now. I don't really do jokes; I obviously have an opinion, and I certainly have opinions on others' opinions, *BAHAHAHAHA*, and the event doesn't "affect" me the way that writers of pieces of that ilk are affected, facts; no need to write an essay or think piece, yet, and I would never waste the precious creative energy that metaphors, poetry and stories require on an event such as this, so, what are my options?
My initial reaction was, "Finally." I'll admit it.
And quite astonishingly, this is the second time this week that I had exactly this feeling of relief. The first time is a story about, well, not-me, and so, I'm hesitant to write about someone else with whom I am in near-daily contact as, as a manager, the person to whom the story belongs, is my "deputy," but I will say this; we (my "deputy" and i) have been waiting around for some time now for some thing to come to pass, and finally, it did, and yes, it is of the same human scale as the other thing that happened that aroused the same exact feeling of social/societal relief.
The winds of change caressed me, not but one week ago, and I prepared myself.