People tend to have this idea that the middle ages were nothing but drab, crude, bleak and joyless, going back and forth between grey and dull and vividly, explicitly horrifying. That the people were harsh, judgemental, prejudiced, uneducated to the point of being uncivilised, and that their lives consisted of nothing but brutal survival, sickness death and short lifespans. If you look at movies set in the medieval era, you'd think that the weather was never anything but cloudy at best, foggy, raining or freezing. Everything's brown, grey, and covered in mud or shit.
Sure, it was brutal at times, people were quite familiar with disease, poverty, violence and death as parts of everyday life, but it wasn't all that bad all of the time. There was colour and sunshine sometimes, genuine joy, mirth and beauty. Hope and kindness just as much as there was despair and death - and the starkness between the two perhaps made both far clearer. You could live a pretty good life if you were both fortunate and careful - and if you weren't, yeah you might also get stabbed. A brutal world, but not without beauty.
Much like the city of Kouvola.
The english language doesn't really have the word arki. It's the word for everyday things, mundane ordinary life. Turned into an adjective, arkinen, it describes all the things of unadorned, everyday, routine and regular, the things you don't really think of because you do them every day. When combined with the word päivä, day, it becomes arkipäivä, workday, which stands in contrast both to weekends, and to vacations, celebrations and holidays. Arkipäivä is simply a day which is not special, in any particular way.
People who like being poetic may talk about harmaa arki, "the grey everyday", when they talk about the ordinary daily grind, and those who like being even more poetic than that may make remarks like "arki on helmenharmaa", the pearly grey everyday - though not brightly coloured, the ordinary chain of a regular day after a regular day can still be beautiful, and dimly shiny and brilliant in its own ordinary way.
I didn't exactly hit the ground running when my plane landed, only taking a quick perfunctory shower before heading to bed, and I spent most of yesterday just sleeping, only getting up to eat. But now it's thursday, 9:30 am, and I'm back at home and on my feet. I had an appointment with my therapist this morning and I'm on my walk home. I decided to get myself a cardboard cup of coffee on the go, and sat down at the park for a minute before continuing on my way. It's autumn, and the park water fountain has already been turned off. There are kids on their way to school with their backpacks, construction workers in their green-and-black overalls, and no more tourists.
Nevermind, the water fountain just spluttered back into motion as I was typing this. Nonetheless, it's still quiet, cool and cloudy, and the sky and the air are still a splendid, bright pearly grey.
I think I'll do laundry today.
I will be 70 years old and I still will never have gotten over the time the Mythbusters used a rocket powered steel wall to - and I use this word as literally as possible - vaporize an entire car into red mist
A world without trans people has never existed and it never will.
Seriously just search (Trans History).
Here are some examples:
"Sumerian and Akkadian texts from 4,500 years ago document priests known as gala who may have been transgender. In Ancient Greece, Phrygia, and Rome, there were galli priests that some scholars believe to have been trans women.
Roman emperor Elagabalus (d. 222 AD) preferred to be called a lady (rather than a lord) and sought sex reassignment surgery, and in the modern day has been seen as a trans figure.
Hijras on the Indian subcontinent and kathoeys in Thailand have formed trans-feminine third gender social and spiritual communities since ancient times, with their presence documented for thousands of years in texts which also mention trans male figures. Today, at least half a million hijras live in India and another half million in Bangladesh, legally recognized as a third gender, and many trans people are accepted in Thailand.
In Arabia, khanith today (like earlier mukhannathun) fulfill a third gender role attested since the AD 600s.
In Africa, many societies have traditional roles for trans women and trans men, some of which survive in the modern era.
In the Americas prior to European colonization, as well as in some contemporary North American Indigenous cultures, there are social and ceremonial roles for third gender people, or those whose gender expression transforms, such as the Navajo nádleehi or the Zuni lhamana."
In conclusion. Being trans is not a fad and it isn't going anywhere just because some crazy religious nut jobs say we don't fit into their abusive hateful world views. We are here and always will be. So get used to it. 👋😘
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I like to hc that the courtroom collapse actually had lasting physical effects on the people caught in it, you know, like a courtroom bombing would