A Rather Lengthy but Important Foreword: I am not writing this to dunk on Flat Earthers or to celebrate the death of someone who was (debatably) part of their movement. This is not blaming the victim for his own death. This is bigger than those petty concerns.
CW: Sea Story. Expect Coarse Language, Sexual Objectification, Terrible Fashion Choices.
Content warning: Trans issues, conflict, emotional abuse including Abandonment, deadnaming, gaslighting, and isolation.
So far in this series, I've discussed myth and legend. This is, on its surface, is not great historiography; but a culture's myths and legends inform their worldview. Perhaps not always in the most intuitive or impactful ways, but it does say something about the zeitgeist, especially when it comes to divisive or transgressive issues like gender and especially gender nonconformity.
It was my second date with A, and I really wanted to bring my (sorry) "A-game" (I'll see myself out) on this date and make a really great impression. I had grown to like her over the lengthy course of our first date. And so I told her I was going to take her to see a live music show. She had never done that before, and so this was (accidentally) a really good call.
The intense West African sun beats down on the Bandiagara Escarpment in central Mali. Against the escarpment’s face, tucked in the shadow of a large outcropping, is a village that; if one saw only a photograph, one could be forgiven for assuming it was an old Hopi or Anasazi village in the American Sonora. However, this village is inhabited by a people called the Dogon. The Hogon, the spiritual elder of the village, tells a story: