I’m so fucking furious. I did not come back to life for this bullshit! In my past few posts, I’ve been fairly measured about my anger. Yes, I’m angry and talked at length about it, but not in an inflammatory way. I also talked about my sadness and what I’m doing to self-soothe. And, weirdly… Continue Reading
I’m still reeling. I ‘m not the only person who is. The deep anger is bubbling, and I’m not sure what to do with it. Tangentially, I’ve had the longest writing drought (except for blog posts) that I’ve had in my life since I started writing–which was when I was seven. Back then, it was… Continue Reading
It’s been four days. Four exhaustive days. Here is my post from yesterday on the situation. I am still reeling, and I am not the only one. I am phasing in and out of the outraged/sickened state on the regular. In my private lesson yesterday, we did Push Hands (which I mentioned in yesterday’s post).… Continue Reading
We’re fucked. America is fucked, I mean. We’ve had (arguably) our good days, but those are behind us now. The divide is growing day by day, and we should not be a country, anyway. We are fifty different mini-countries, and even within each state, there are vast differences. In Minnesota, for example, the Twin Cities… Continue Reading
As I’m writing this, it’s voting day here in America. It’s been a particularly contentious election year, even more so than the last two. And, yes, there is a reason for that. I may or may not get into that later. Before I get into the litany of reasons I am so frustrated with the… Continue Reading
I’m still on the label trip because that’s the way my hyperfocus works, and by the way, can I say that for all the bashing hyperfocus gets, it can be really useful, too. I have over 10,000 words on my NaNoWriMo project, and we’re barely into day four. I give all credit to hyperfocus. When… Continue Reading
I was reading an advice column for queer people, and I have to admit, I rolled my eyes a bit at all the labels the person applied to themself. Yes, I know we need heuristics in order to talk with each other (and, yes, heuristics is the word for the week. I’m seeing how many… Continue Reading
Still thinking about gender. I wish I could quit it, but I just can’t. In the last post, I ended by saying that I didn’t know what feeling like a woman meant. I wasn’t being snarky because I really don’t know. I probed my insides quite thoroughly and came up with nothing. Again, I am… Continue Reading
I want to muse more about gender because I can. In the last post, I was all over the place as usual, but I mostly talked about how I view gender and how others view me (and my gender). The reason I started questioning my gender was not because of all the ‘you’re not a… Continue Reading
Let me state my point up front this time. In my ideal world in which there were no prescriptive gender roles, I would be fine with being called a woman. I have no animosity towards the label itself, and I have no issue with my body parts being what they are. I like my boobs,… Continue Reading