reading the tea leaves

That's what we call it in politics when we determine what people 'really' mean after reading their op-ed, or a profile, or a news story. It's like cold reading: it's a highly complicated skill that requires empathy, judgement, a knowledge of language (and politicised language), plus some sense of aesthetics. Graffiti, for example, can tell someone something about the mood of the town. - People who are in the loop are those who know the truth; the rest of us are like any movie fan nitpicking the creative choices of a writer or director.

Whether I'm accurate or inaccurate is something that you need to say to my real self. Otherwise, I'll presume it had elements of truth. That's how I feel regarding my accusations that the authorities were watching me wank or statements that Chloe had a mental breakdown in 2024. - As I said, corrections need to come in the form of emails, contact sheets or phone calls. No, I don't wish to read the tea leaves about how I'm reading the tea leaves. Admit that I'm a real person, and that I'm worth communicating with via normal means that aren't about exploiting the imbalance in our power relationship. Pay me fairly, and be rational in dealing with me. Diminishing my mana because the clothes that I wear aren't conforming with my assigned sex is not being rational. I might be wrong, but I'm fairly sure we were taught that nothing matters but the music. That's the supposedly democratic aspect of elite art music: anyone could theoretically become a genius, provided they're given the right tools. Sadly, that's not true anymore. They only want me cos I'm a trannie, but are so uncomfortable with my gender expression that they wish me to curtail it.

The concerted effort to force me to conform = no gigs.

It was illegal, and I'm waiting to hear a meaningful apology.