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When the Meaning of a Boundary Is Unclear

A recent interaction on Twitch has left me reflecting on boundaries: how they are communicated, how they are interpreted, and what happens when two people understand the same warning differently.

The immediate conversation concerned sexual activity in public. The activity was described as taking place behind a blanket rather than openly in view, but the streamer explained her objection by saying, “I did not consent.”

That phrase brought up a strong emotional association for me. I have heard the language of “I did not consent” used to argue that transgender people should not openly be themselves in public or that same-sex couples should not kiss where others can see them. In those circumstances, consent language is misused to treat another person’s identity or ordinary affection as something being imposed upon unwilling observers.

I recognize that public sexual activity is not the same as being visibly transgender or sharing an ordinary kiss with a same-sex partner. They are meaningfully different situations. My intention was not to claim otherwise or to argue that people cannot object to sexual activity occurring near them. I was trying to explain why the particular phrase carried painful associations for me.

The streamer became upset and timed me out for twenty-four hours. I said that I wished I knew what boundary I had crossed. She responded, “I think you know what boundaries you crossed.” I expressed confusion and asked for clarification, but I did not receive an answer.

I must acknowledge that this interaction did not occur without any prior warning. Before this incident, another member of the community had spoken to me about the growing tension between the streamer and me. I was told that she was becoming frustrated with me and that continuing to push her buttons could eventually result in a timeout or ban.

My understanding of that warning was that I should not criticize the streamer personally—particularly by questioning her empathy or using events in the chat to make a larger criticism of her character. I took that concern seriously. In the later conversation about consent, I did not believe that I was criticizing her. I believed I was describing my own emotional response to a phrase and explaining the history that made the phrase difficult for me to hear.

The timeout suggests that my understanding of the warning may have been too narrow.

Perhaps the boundary was not merely “Do not criticize the streamer.” It may have been closer to “Do not challenge the streamer’s framing of an issue in her own chat,” or “Do not introduce comparisons that could be perceived as correcting her.” It may have meant that once she expressed her position, continuing to explain why her wording affected me would be understood as pushing back against her, regardless of my intent.

I can now see how my comment might have sounded like an indirect criticism. Even though I was speaking about my own experience, connecting her words with rhetoric used to oppress transgender people could have felt like an accusation. She may have heard me as suggesting that her statement was itself oppressive or that her concern about public sexual activity resembled prejudice against transgender people and same-sex couples. That was not what I meant, but intent does not determine how words are received.

At the same time, recognizing that possibility does not mean I fully understand the boundary. I was warned about conduct that appeared critical or provocative, but I did not believe my comment fell into that category. That does not mean there was no warning. It means there was a difference between the boundary that the other person believed had been communicated and the boundary I thought I had agreed to respect.

This distinction matters. There is a difference between knowingly disregarding a boundary and misunderstanding its scope. From the streamer’s perspective, I may have repeated behavior I had already been warned about. From my perspective, I had adjusted my behavior according to what I thought the warning meant and then crossed a boundary I did not realize extended to this kind of comment.

I do not want to use confusion as a way of avoiding responsibility. The earlier warning should have made me more cautious about commenting on the streamer’s statements, especially when my response could be interpreted as a moral or political criticism. Given the existing tension between us, I could have recognized that even a sincere explanation might be heard through the history of our previous disagreements.

However, caution alone cannot resolve every ambiguity. If the actual boundary is that I should not publicly disagree with the streamer, question her wording, or explain why something she says affects me, then I need to understand that clearly. I may then have to decide whether I can participate authentically within that boundary. Respecting another person’s space does not require me to agree with every rule, but it does require me to know what the rules are and to decide whether I can follow them.

I also understand that a streamer has the right to end a discussion without debating the decision in the moment. Twitch chat moves quickly, and a livestream may not be an appropriate place for a lengthy conversation about interpersonal conflict. A timeout can be used to stop an interaction before it overtakes the stream. Nevertheless, enforcement tells someone that a boundary has been crossed; it does not always teach them where the boundary is.

When I asked for clarification, I was not claiming that no boundary existed. I was asking which part of my conduct crossed it. Was it mentioning transgender oppression? Was it comparing the uses of the phrase “I did not consent”? Was it expressing disagreement after the streamer had stated her position? Was it the fact that, because of our history, any public challenge to her wording was likely to be experienced as personal criticism?

“I think you know” assumes that we share the same interpretation of both the warning and my behavior. We apparently do not. She may sincerely believe that the earlier conversation made the boundary unmistakable. I can sincerely acknowledge that I was warned while also admitting that I did not understand the warning as applying to what I said in this instance.

This experience has shown me that boundaries are not only about whether they have been stated. They are also about whether they have been understood. The person setting a boundary cannot completely control how another person interprets it, just as the person receiving it cannot demand endless explanation. Still, when an ongoing relationship matters, clarification can prevent resentment and repeated harm.

I want to understand this boundary, not so that I can find a loophole in it, but so that I can make an informed choice about my future participation. If the boundary is broader than I originally believed, I need to know that. I can then decide whether I can remain in the community while respecting the streamer’s needs and still remaining honest about who I am.

I was given a warning, and it would be inaccurate for me to present myself as having received no guidance at all. The deeper problem is that I understood the warning one way, while the streamer apparently understood it another way. Acknowledging that misunderstanding is part of taking responsibility. Asking for clarification is part of trying to prevent it from happening again.

My Four Years Beneath the Sea

My four years in the United States Navy, from 1988 to 1992, remain one of the most formative periods of my life. I served aboard the USS Minneapolis-Saint Paul (SSN-708), a Los Angeles-class fast attack submarine, during a time that included Operation Desert Storm. Looking back nearly four decades later, I realize that the Navy gave me far more than military experience. It taught me lessons about responsibility, teamwork, discipline, and resilience that have shaped every chapter of my life since.

When most people think about military service, they picture dramatic moments or action-packed missions. While those moments certainly exist, life aboard a submarine is defined much more by routine, preparation, and trust. Living and working in a steel tube hundreds of feet beneath the ocean’s surface is unlike almost any other experience. There are no windows, no fresh air, and no opportunity to simply walk away from a difficult situation. Every sailor depends on everyone else to do their job correctly because the safety of the crew depends on it. In that environment, accountability isn’t just encouraged—it is essential.

One of the greatest lessons I learned was the true meaning of teamwork. The word is used so often that it can lose its meaning, but on a submarine, teamwork is not a motivational slogan. Every member of the crew has specialized knowledge and responsibilities, and while you may not fully understand another sailor’s technical expertise, you trust them completely to perform their duties. In return, they trust you to do the same. That level of mutual dependence creates a bond that is difficult to describe unless you’ve experienced it yourself.

The Navy also taught me the value of discipline. Many people think discipline is simply about following orders, but I came to understand it as developing habits that allow you to perform under pressure. Procedures exist because someone learned a lesson the hard way, and following them protects both individuals and the mission. That mindset stayed with me long after I left the service. Whether I was working as a Senior SNAP Program Specialist with the U.S. Department of Agriculture, pursuing my master’s degree in anthropology, writing books, or building creative projects, I found that success depends far more on consistent effort than occasional inspiration.

Another lesson that stayed with me was the importance of lifelong learning. The Navy expects its sailors to constantly expand their knowledge, qualify on equipment, and master increasingly complex systems. That expectation fostered a curiosity that never disappeared. Even today, I enjoy researching history, anthropology, religion, game design, education, and countless other subjects. The willingness to keep learning has opened doors throughout my life that I never anticipated when I first enlisted.

Perhaps the lesson I appreciate most today is what I learned about leadership. The best leaders I served with were not the loudest people in the room. They listened carefully, accepted responsibility, shared their knowledge, and earned the respect of those around them through their actions rather than their rank. Watching those individuals taught me that leadership is fundamentally about serving others and helping them succeed.

When I left the Navy in 1992, I thought my military service was simply one chapter of my past. Over time, I’ve come to realize it became part of the foundation for everything that followed. Life has taken me down paths I never could have imagined. I’ve built a civilian career, earned an advanced degree, become an author, and embraced life as a transgender woman. Those experiences did not replace what I learned in the Navy—they built upon it. The confidence, discipline, and resilience I developed aboard the USS Minneapolis-Saint Paul helped me navigate challenges that had nothing to do with submarines.

I don’t define myself solely by my military service, but I will always be proud of it. Serving aboard a fast attack submarine during a pivotal moment in history taught me lessons that have remained with me for more than thirty years. The Navy showed me that trust is earned, discipline creates opportunity, learning never truly ends, and the strongest people are often those who quietly do their jobs well every single day. Those are lessons that continue to guide me, and I expect they always will.

What Love Means to Me

A symbolic composition depicts a weathered stone doorway dividing two contrasting landscapes: one open, sunlit, and inviting, the other locked, shadowed, and overgrown. The accompanying imagery illustrates trust opening the door, acceptance keeping it open, and love emerging through relationship, while distrust, nonacceptance, and separation point toward the possibility of hate. The image visually represents the essay’s central theme that love and hate are not isolated emotions but emergent properties shaped by the quality of our relationships with people, animals, places, ideas, and the world around us. (Image generated by ChatGPT using DALL·E, 2026.)

People have been trying to define love for thousands of years, and I don’t think we’ve ever really succeeded. That isn’t because love isn’t real. Quite the opposite. It’s because love is an emotion, and emotions are incredibly difficult to describe without simply replacing one emotional word with another.

People will often define love as affection, devotion, attachment, or deep care. To me, those aren’t definitions. They’re descriptions of other feelings that often accompany love. They don’t really answer the question of what love is.

I’ve come to believe that we’re asking the wrong question.

Instead of asking, “What is love?” I’ve started asking, “What gives rise to the emotion we call love?”

This isn’t a philosophical proof or a scientific theory. It’s simply the understanding I’ve developed through my own experiences and the way I’ve come to see human relationships.

To me, love is the polar opposite of hate.

I don’t use either word casually. People often say they “love” pizza or “hate” Mondays, but those words have always meant something much stronger to me. Hate is one of the most powerful emotions a person can experience, and because I see love as its opposite, I believe love deserves the same respect. Neither word should be thrown around lightly.

Over time, I’ve also realized that trust is central to understanding love.

I used to think you couldn’t trust someone unless you loved them. I’ve changed my mind about that. Trust exists on a spectrum. We trust strangers to obey traffic laws. We trust coworkers to do their jobs. We trust doctors with our health. Those relationships don’t necessarily involve love.

What matters isn’t simply trust itself, but what trust makes possible.

I’ve begun thinking about relationships as rooms connected by a doorway.

Trust opens the door.

Acceptance keeps the door open.

Every time we trust someone, we allow them a little farther into our lives. Every time they accept us for who we genuinely are, rather than demanding we become someone else, that doorway remains open. The relationship deepens.

Eventually, something may begin to emerge from that shared space.

We call it love.

I don’t believe trust automatically becomes love any more than I believe planting a seed guarantees a flower will bloom. Trust and acceptance don’t force love into existence. They simply create the conditions in which love has the opportunity to grow.

The opposite is also true.

Distrust begins to close the door.

Nonacceptance locks it.

That doesn’t mean hate is inevitable. Distrust doesn’t automatically become hate any more than trust automatically becomes love. But distrust and rejection create conditions where resentment, fear, contempt, and eventually hate can begin to grow. They move a relationship in that direction.

To me, love and hate aren’t simply emotions floating around inside us. They emerge from the way we relate to the world around us.

This way of thinking also explains why I don’t believe in the phrase “unconditional love.”

In my mind, it’s almost an oxymoron.

If I only love someone as long as they become the person I want them to be, then I have to question whether I ever loved them in the first place. Perhaps I loved an idea of them. Perhaps I loved my expectations. But I wasn’t loving the person standing in front of me.

That doesn’t mean love has no boundaries. Relationships absolutely should have boundaries. Trust can be broken. People can become abusive, dishonest, or manipulative. Sometimes the healthiest choice is to walk away from a relationship.

But walking away because someone has violated trust is different from asking someone to abandon who they are in order to earn your love.

To me, genuine love begins with accepting another person as themselves.

As I’ve reflected on all of this, I’ve realized something else.

I don’t think love has an essence.

You can’t point to love the way you can point to a mountain or a tree. Love isn’t a physical object waiting to be discovered in nature. It’s a human construction—a way of understanding an emotional experience that arises through our relationships.

That doesn’t make it any less real.

Language is a human construction. Money is a human construction. Marriage is a human construction. They’re all profoundly real because they shape the way we live our lives. I think love belongs in that same category.

The way we experience and understand love is influenced by our individual lives, our cultures, and the historical moments in which we live. Someone from another society or another century might understand love differently than I do, and I don’t think either of us would necessarily be wrong.

Perhaps that’s why I keep coming back to anthropology.

Anthropology has taught me that human beings create meaning. We don’t simply discover it lying around in nature. We build it through our relationships, our cultures, our histories, and our shared experiences.

Love, I think, is one of those meanings.

So if someone asked me to define love today, I wouldn’t describe it with another emotion.

I’d say that love is an emergent property of a relationship.

Whether that relationship is with another person, a cat curled up beside you, a hobby that has become part of your identity, a place that feels like home, or even an idea that has shaped your life, love doesn’t simply appear. It grows through trust, acceptance, shared experience, and the ongoing relationship itself.

I don’t expect everyone to agree with this definition.

In fact, I hope they don’t feel obligated to. Every person’s understanding of love is shaped by the life they’ve lived.

This is simply mine.

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