Part of how I developed issues about the French?
Let's scroll back to Middle Tennessee, US.
For starters this was this one guy in high school when I was in Legal class. We were debating the merits of capital punishment, with me--as it so happens--siding amongst the girls of the class, against capital punishment.
So one of the guys, that had this thing about calling me gay. Keep in mind this was the time before I came out as a trans woman, and throughout that time I was often called pretty or feminine, and one of the girls in that class remarked "Why is it always the gay guys that are hot." She didn't mean me specifically, but was most definitely staring at me smiling. Anyone who gets subtext at all knows this usually means she's attracted to you.
So it was in this class I had sided with the girls about being anti-capital punishment. The one guy with the black haired bob cut who seemed like he had more than a few screws loose, said "Hey why don't we do something like what the French do, cut their heads off with a guillotine." And then continued, "So we can get rid of serial killers like *male name"
So right then my impression of anything related to French was generally an air of homophobia.
So then a few years later I found out in fact the French did keep the guillotine until about 1981. Keep in mind this was during the later point of my sexual development.
So I developed this love/hate relationship with the guillotine. On one hand I found it sexy when girls I thought were obviously prettier than me and more likely to score dates than me would be decapitated. I had this evil queen thing going on in regards to French "Snow Whites." Except with a bit more kink in that beheading.
Guillotines have been a love/hate to me for a long time. Have I made my point about the French yet, they're all guillotines?
However recently when I looked up the one page on executed person, it included one boy who was nineteen and a girl who was sixteen, who basically were parent murderers because they were abusing them. Oh yea, both of them were publicly decapitated in the early eighteen hundreds.
So basically anyone who knows me and my relationship with my own parents, knows that I tend to get panic attacks do to physical abuse I was undergoing from my parents.
Well guess what, that means if my parents didn't like rescue my dad from my little panic attack, I could ended up like those two teenagers.
So that just shows how little regard the French have for childhood.
I literally can't think of anything else besides those children now.
I hated the French, I now limited my execution fantasies to them in fiction. Please remember, that doesn't mean I actually advocate killing anyone, thank you very much.
There is nothing worse than a country who hates kids.
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