A Secant Query

Between Protector and Beast

Wherein I am left a moment...

Between Protector and Beast

📓 CHURCH FOR WILD DOGS TRAPPED IN THE BODIES OF HUMAN GIRLS - eat grass fool

Have you ever played a game where your territorial instincts are asked to be turned to 10? A cathartic experience: a lot of things get seen to all at once. Fullfilling work, full employment. Calling.

To Starve For That

Communities swim with unpaid protectors. Offline: leaf blowers, sirens, and dogs. Online: moderators, tastemakers, and ad blockers. To voidcrafting decisions about what is and is not allowed into their community's experience are all people ever do. Gradient power. Gulp big. "Fulfilling" apt.

When its just the meat of the animal, a neighbor finds it difficult to see mammals as all that different. Protectors like breeds of dog, but it's heartkeepers. Riverbank ribcage, river tone skulls. Protectors in our lives come greeted with reward feedback every pulse a thanks to rest in the treebanks of community and care - work.

Fulfilling Work Sought

Protection is almost psychotic. A protector may never be rewarded for listening to their community; the protector knows what feels good. What one feels built for, where one's power seats, no other may know. To know best:

This is good.

People moderating a space lose themselves in the work. What good they manufacture is craft. An almost world-gifting sense, tending a heart. Body invited to sing along but call to a song protection relegates to pissing contest: songs get more plays than your thoughts.

Small snakes of ear worms grow into spaces all their own protecting a shared sound, spaces these snakes collect to protect, form a time-honored sense of silence as No Place of Honor, marking it Here Be Dragons.

Working silence into pulse is vital. It is also not the only work. Child brought to mirror and told never look here from shadow; ask questions in ways that forgive their own unknowing; never play with claws out, quickly find it apparent:

Our best protectors flutter, pulse, offer.

Might I Invite

Why might protecting feel like gasoline? Flip through vehicles until one speaks to you: this is the gender you have (in protector mode). Affinity with a vehicle is informative. It's an illustration of our strengths.

We feel flattered we exist.

Reading through your military gender of choice (a medical ship, perhaps), it's decomissioned! Populations tire of war, tighten spending; loss of funds trigger tactical nartatives. Last Big Push expands budget even as boots on the ground are automated away and medical ship resources are reallocated. Find another gender.

Composting Strength

Automated drone strikes and camera systems self-select for a populations resonant with military genders in theaters. Wound-pack with one hand and automate weapons systems with the other, see which one can do it one-handed.

Where populations identifying with predator drones render officers so inhuman the mention of an officer's name leaves members seething, perhaps the protector role shifting paradigm is what action serves.

Callings, once so clear, can leave rage feeling un-compostable. Questions you might forgive your self asking:

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