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New dichotomy (polychotomy) just dropped

Multiplotomy

Polychotomy

Domain and Range

In mathematics, the X and Y variables of a function in a rectangular coordinate system are sometimes described as the "domain" and "range" of that function, respectively.

This concept is incredibly useful and versatile beyond mathematics. To generalize it, the domain of something is effectively the condition-setter which establishes what is possible, while the range is essentially a situational modifier occurring in the context of the underlying conditions.

This concept is, for instance—and all of these are ordered to domain first and range second, respectively—an interesting and I would argue insightful way of conceptualizing such things as: biological versus environmental characteristics in people; the relationship between the non-dominant and dominant hands in two-handed activities; and the role of an artistic medium in shaping the properties of artistic works.

In all of these examples, and in general—indeed, this is its power—the use of the domain–range concept substitutes for the dichotomy-based (or polychotomy-based) concept that usually informs interpretations of these kinds of dynamics. While the domain–range concept isn't inherently superior to the dichotomy concept, and certainly isn't "strictly correct" in any kind of general sense, applying it can be meaningfully informative. Under such a regime, for example, it is simply not the case—or at least not necessarily the case—that your non-dominant hand is unskilled and "dumb" compared to the dominant one. If you're playing a guitar, or cutting a careful shape on a piece of paper, or shooting a bow and arrow, the non-dominant hand is routinely performing intricate work of its own that essentially sets the conditions for the dominant hand to perform its even more precise and intricate work. Realizing this is important for better understanding human nature through physical behavior. We do ourselves a great disservice by oversimplifying real-world phenomena to the point of often losing the thread of what is really happening.

2020 in fic

In which there was a blast from the past, a new fandom, and a story I honestly didn’t remember writing because it was pre-pandemic. 

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MCU (extended universe)

Queens Blvd Local: Tony between Infinity War and Endgame. Peter and his purpose and the dying art of the indecipherable NYC Subway announcement. 

Eagle, Globe, and Anchor. There’s no such thing as an ex-Marine, which Frank Castle already knew, but now he knows. 

The Old Guard

the meta tag, because I bloviated a lot

Entrainment: Nile in transit and transition (the one with the hair salon)

Babel: the gang and languages and Joe vs Duo the Owl

Polychotomy: Andy is a sum of her parts

Confiteor: Booker is nothing if not honest about what he has done

Prism: what ‘depends on the century’ really means

Syzygy: The gang, Natasha Romanova, and the 20th Century

That other MCU crossover (ahem)

Continuum:  The start of immortality is like a second childhood, but Nile is already too old to be comfortable with not knowing what she'll be when she grows up.

Fata Morgana: more a diagetic meta on post-film identity management 

Weft: victories aren’t always grand or glorious.

Stargate

Ten chapters of Qui Habitat, last updated in 2012, which followed a complete re-editing of the main story and some tweakments to others in the series. 

Chorós: Nancy Clayton and the roller coaster ride from explorer to exile.  

by Domenika Marzione (domarzione)

Andy as a sum of parts.

Words: 2080, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Fandoms: The Old Guard (Movie 2020)

Rating: Not Rated

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: Gen

Characters: Andy | Andromache of Scythia, Booker | Sebastien le Livre, Lykon (The Old Guard), Quynh | Noriko, Joe | Yusuf Al-Kaysani, Nicky | Nicolo di Genova

Additional Tags: POV Andy | Andromache of Scythia, Found Family, andy through the years

via AO3 works tagged 'The Old Guard (Movie 2020)'

When I say I am nonbinary, I’m expressing my attitude toward my gender. I am taking a stance, in a way that is more like describing oneself as queer and much less like identifying as a man or as a woman. Nonbinary is not itself a gender, despite whatever Urban Dictionary (see truscum) may say. It’s a collection of genders, the collection of the many diverse experiences of people who cannot in good conscience categorize themselves as male or female. The simplest definition of queer is, “not straight.” The constructions of the words queer and genderqueer are neatly parallel: genderqueer means “not a man or a woman,” that is, “not binary.”

Confusingly, nonbinary gender labels often overlap. That is part of the point, though. It’s the gender binary that sustains the idea that genders are exclusive. Living outside it, doing without it like it or not, means accepting that one’s gender in principle might be a mixture of opposed terms in this or that polychotomy.

If I describe myself as a nonbinary woman, I am either contradicting myself or I am equivocating by using the word “woman” to mean something other than my gender identity. I cannot both be a woman and be not a woman. In my case, being transfeminine, I prefer to be regarded as a woman in all my social and sexual interactions. I line up with the girls when it’s girls against boys because I deeply feel I belong with the women, cis and trans.

But anything less than a 100% commitment to identifying as female seems to offend many of the binary transsexual women I’ve talked to about this sort of thing. It’s like, I know you’re anxious, but it’s okay, you can calm down, there is no crowd just outside the door with pitchforks and torches demanding to take the F’s off our driver’s licenses. (At least for as long as we can keep collectively shaming bigots into staying home and not car-bombing us.) Your gender marker is not your gender. This is just a reality that people with nonbinary genders have to decide how to navigate.

I have never until this very second had the thought that binary transsexuals have privileges I do not. It feels dangerous to think it. I can just imagine the train wreck that turn in conversation could lead to.

I feel I can accept the label “genderqueer” for myself more easily, having thought this through just now. It’s a convenient way to say “I am queer, and part of my queerness is my attitude toward my nonbinary gender.” If I wanted to avoid or dissociate myself from a queer identity, I could just say “nonbinary.” I guess I’ve been shy about describing myself as genderqueer around trans women because all things being equal, I don’t have any use for yet another debate implicit or explicit about how trans I am or how authentic my femininity is.

a letter

You sailed until you found an island To live on And I am in your waters Your demarcated territory in this fucking soup And I'm scared i wont find my island in it and that one day I'll have to leave I thought you would be the easiest person to talk to about myself And you are becoming that person quickly, and you teach me to be honester, I am coming along leaps and bounds I value your experience and your willingness to share it so much You have already taught me endless wisdom in our few weeks But even if it might be obvious to you from implication, a part of me just cant tell you straight That I often can’t close my eyes n pay attention to myself and find a man in there I keep trying to casually mention that I’ve seriously considered transition and that it still crosses my mind occasionally and it doesn't come out I think I dress less femme for you subconciously and I want to stop When I was seventeen I dreamed desperately of leaving home because I thought my family was stopping me from being myself But it was always impractical and I back burnered it And became a nocturnal crossdressing songwriter, pfff But it turns out as I’ve slowly pushed the edges of the space they gave me they would always try to make me room even if I don't explain much to them And I should learn from that, and push harder In berlin I was different probably? I felt comfortable enough to write “A polychotomy to make sense of a soup”, to proudly declare myself to be in legitimate nonbinary person uniform, and now I'm back I feel weird singing it I dodge the language of queer identity because it scares me, feels like a commitment Would you find space for me in your ocean territory if I found I cant really be your man? If it turns out I can't sustain maaaaaaanhood? Because I so want to stay here, ████, in your gorgeous coves I decided to drop my surname in song I was walking in notting hill Your ends Singing into my phone: "I gave my name to my band So you can call me Rubie now" Rubie roo Green, fronts Ruben. The wikipedia description. Frontman or Woman or Other or none of the above I told ophelia to dodge pronouns entirely when she introduced my act but hiding is unsustainable and my name’s not much better sometimes I want to say to just fucking point at me when you want to refer to me bc thats at least objective and I’ll never change my mind on it I'm a pragmatic girl I don't believe the decision to transition is made in a vacuum I've never been androgynous or ambiguous and couldn't be and don’t want to be because I don’t think I should have to be I am happier than I've ever been right now The hes dont usually bother me And theys make me so uncomfortably self aware "its not about pronouns for me" and its not I guess? I feel so blessedly validated by the people I surround myself with to not feel the need to expect anything more of them, honestly They make space for me too When a lovely thoughtful person calls me they of their own accord it makes me ask 'what do I want' and I don't know the answer “he” And my given name Are easy because I was handed them "the cards I was dealt" A phrase implying lack of control Which is what I feel as someone who can’t be a beautiful girl when the fleeting desire to be one takes me (As an aside to this long note to you/me/us? I wanna also tell myself v individually and directly: this fucking crunchy messy bullshit feeling right now legitimises your transness in whatever form it takes, ruben thorniley green, however much you feel like a fucking fraud in the morning, so go n be fucking queer please if nothing else) Rubie Rubieroo R Ru Ruben Ruby Roo Rubi Ruby Try introducing yourself /// The Morning Update: I don’t want to change my name now Sometimes I feel like I’m only trans after 2am In the hours I used to dress in secret like some sort of weird womanhood werewolf or the shrek princess The language still makes me wince but I guess this is literally the definition of genderfluid? Drunk on insomnia last night I really thought I’d send you this right away, somehow I don’t know how I’m going to feel tomorrow I will probably be satisfied again I forget the subjective experience of these weird queer nights And for weeks at a time I am honestly satisfied in my ironic reluctant-maleness I am going to leave this letter some time before you read it, probably, So please don’t take anything in it seriously wrt my current feelings I’ve resisted the urge to edit much because I want immediacy and I don’t want to construct a fiction It’s like we talked about with songwriting I can only capture how I am right now (11th September 2017, between 02:00 and 12:00) and at other times I am definitely different these things come in waves, atop this ocean soup treacherous for my little boat but basically ████ if you do read this it’ll be because I want to know for sure I can be like this and with you, and like this with you I want to learn to be direct and not be scared I want to give you a telescope so you can watch out for me from your paradise shores while I sail about haphazardly for an island of my own

The first time Nicolo treats her and Quynh like women, she uses her ax to slice off his arm and watches him bleed to death at her feet with confusion in his dimming eyes. She sees the anger in Yusuf's face and she revels in it, is fed by it. But she sees the anger in Quynh's eyes, too, and that is cold water on the fire within her.

"You have many languages besides violence," Quynh tells her after dragging her to outside the campfire's light. Yusuf is crouched by Nicolo's still body, dagger in his hand as he watches the darkness where he knows they've retreated. "Speak in one of them. They are worldly men and will understand."

An actual fic round-up!

Not needed in fifteen months.... Thank you, Charlize Theron, Greg Rucka, and Gina Prince-Bythewood. 

All The Old Guard, plus cameos from other fandoms:

Entrainment: Nile in transit and in transition

Babel: the gang, linguistically. Featuring Joe vs Duo.

Polychotomy: Andy through the years, in pieces.

Confiteor: Booker, after the fact.

Prism: The honest answer to “Are you good guys or bad guys?”

Syzygy: (MCU crossover) Natasha + The Old Guard + the 20th Century

The other MCU crossover

The Stargate mashup. 

the meta tag (weapons, Copley, Joe/Nicky, science, etc.)

The Old Guard stuff

Because I’ve been cranking so much out that it’s embarrassing: 

the tag (everything)

the meta tag (weapons, Copley, Joe/Nicky, science, etc.)

the fic:

Entrainment: Nile in transit and in transition

Babel: the gang, linguistically. Featuring Joe vs Duo.

Polychotomy: Andy through the years, in pieces.

Confiteor: Booker, after the fact. 

Prism: The honest answer to “Are you good guys or bad guys?” 

Syzygy: (MCU crossover) Natasha + The Old Guard + the 20th Century