February 2012
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Sex Workers' Writing Workshop CANCELLED this month
Hey peoples, I apologize for this, but Sex Workers’ Writing Workshop tomorrow is CANCELLED. I’m waaay too vicodin’d/pain’d/exhaust-o-Gina from my latest dental surgery to be a productive teacher. We’re still on for Saturday March 10th, though!
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dryer repair?
The dryer in the washer/dryer set in my garage (I live in an old house that has been converted into an apartment complex) is no longer working. It turns on and goes thru the motions, but there’s no heat/air coming in any more (?), so it’s not getting clothes dry. My landlord is refusing to fix it because “Tenants shouldn’t be using the washer/dryer! That was not included in...
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want ALL the jewelry! →
esp. the little hourglass necklace! i mean, wow!
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man, i am writing so much about my teeth...
TOOTHPOCALYPSE UPDATE: I am home, woozy/out of it, and in pain. However: While this hurts, it hurts NOWHERE NEAR AS MUCH as the last procedure did. And now it is over. All in all, the glass is half-full.
Also: I have pain meds, some money to buy Indian take-out, a computer full of movies, a cuddly cat, a soft bed, & lots of friends in the ‘hood in case I need company.
The...
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think well of me, oh please
I am getting Part II (of III) of Toothpocalypse (aka my root canal) today. I humbly ask: If y’all could be thinking of me, and wishing me as pain-free an appointment & as quick a recovery as possible, that’d be swell. Tooth pain is really the worst for me, and ideally, it’d be great to not be totally incapacitated by vicodin for the next week. Thank you kindly.
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i am the luckiest girl
Oh wow, but I had the sweetest birthday. Lots of love from lots of beloveds. So much exquisite food. Hot birthday sex. And The Boyfriend took me to The Queerest Restaurant in North Beach, and brought me a tiny heart-shaped Boston creme pie from the bakery where he works, and a bouquet of roses & stargazer lillies (my favorite flower). The lillies are currently making my apartment smell like...
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Damn Gina!
Most productive day EVER. I just sent a 135 page draft of my MA thesis to my advisor. HELL. YES.
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hippiespawn memories & fictional characters
So, The Boyfriend & I got into a conversation about Country Joe McDonald over g-chat tonight, and...
Gina: country joe is a wacky genius. children of hippies moment: my parents totally took me to see him in concert when i was 9. i was very impressed with him. they took me up to meet him after.
Angus: that is so awesome!
Gina: i was all OMG BLUSH BLUSH BLUSH. and he actually said "holy shit!"
Angus: AWWW OMGGGG. you are SO FUCKING CUTE. I CANNOT DEAL. HOW IS YOUR LIFE REAAAALLL.
Gina: you could see the "a 9 y/o likes my music, WHUT???" all over his face... i wonder that myself sometimes.
Angus: excellent. stranger than fiction.
Gina: i identify a lot with [mutual friend]'s thing about being a fictional character. i think this is why she & i are such good friends.
Angus: the more i think about it the more i am too. fictional, i mean. i'm just trying to write an interesting story here.
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January 2012
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ANNOUNCING Girl Talk 2012! :)
I am pleased as punch to announce this year’s Girl Talk cast. Please spread the word, and come to the show on March 29th! Girl Talk: A Trans & Cis Woman Dialogue Thursday, March 29th, 2012 7:00pm - 10:00pm San Francisco LGBT Community Center - Rainbow Room 1800 Market Street between Octavia & Laguna Tickets: $12-$20 (no one turned away)
Curated by Gina de Vries, Elena Rose, and...
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there is a lesson about class & technology &...
But mostly this is just really funny. I have a nice Mac laptop that works great. It was a gift from my Nana when I started grad skool in 2009, so it is “older” now, I guess, but it still feels hella fancy. Previous to this really nice computer, I had an 8 y/o PC w/ no wireless & no battery that was held together by duct tape (yes, really). It freaked out whenever I so much as...
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JackRad: remember how it was a thing in the late... →
jackrad:
remember how it was a thing in the late 1990s to early 2000s that people thought of trans guys as underrepresented in terms of literature about trans folks and so white trans guy college students who started transitioning around that time started talking about themselves in these really…
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Toothpocalypse Benefit -- stay tuned!
Some really wonderful friends will be helping me organize a benefit to help offset the costs of Toothpocalypse (aka, the emergency root canal I had this week). Stay tuned for more info.
And grazie mille, family of friends, for being so, so good to me.
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So, I am watching the new BBC Sherlock while recovering from this root canal, and I kinda LOVE it! Especially the Irene Adler character re-written as a queer sex worker genius spy who is complex & tough & bad-ass, not a victim & not a martyr. It would have been really easy to veer into so many stereotypes with her character, but she just keeps kicking ass. (Literally &...
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Toothpocalypse Round #2 Update
I had to have an emergency root canal today. :( I am stressing the hell out about the money aspect, but hey, at least I can keep my tooth, and at least now I am out of pain. I’m also pretty much out of commission over the next couple days while I recover — if you need me for school/work/etc stuff, please be patient. Expect a lot of posts about cats and Sherlock here, I guess.
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birthday wishlist
My birthday is February 3rd. Because some folks have asked…
A wishlist: * This amazing hot pink tool box. * This mug. Glam breakfast! * This gorgeous OCTOPUS COMPASS necklace. (Or another necklace that also doubles as a compass. I dunno why, but I’ve really been wanting a compass lately.) * This map this map this map OMG! * This is totally lavish & decadent: A bottle of this...
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so i have a troublesome toothache & i am kinda...
And I am watching Glee, which is Total Fluff & Often Fucked-Up (like in this next bit), but pretty fun, and good when one is on a lot of pain meds.
As I just IM-ed to The Boyfriend: Me: okay, so sue is trying to convince brittney to shoot herself out of a cannon for a cheerios routine. Boyfriend: LOL Me: and part of how she convinces her is by saying that the cannon has two baby cannons, and...
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i live the sweetest life
And some nights, Marlene & Dorian come over, bring you 17 pounds of cheese & 8 pounds of chocolate, and Marlene swears at your broken dishwasher like the South Phillie girl she is. AND FIXES IT.
Also, 3 pounds of CANNOLI CREAM.
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addendums to my commentary on the "radical queers"...
Apparently I should share my Class Rage more often? ;)
Full disclosure: This stuff ALWAYS feels really complex for me to write about, both personally and politically. I mean, yes, I come from a working-class background and I’ve been a poor person pretty much my whole adult life… But I also get by okay now, and I get TONS of privilege in other ways. Especially as a white person, as...
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Sex Workers' Writing Workshop TOMORROW (January...
Hey folks, 1. Sex Workers’ Writing Workshop is happening tomorrow (Saturday, January 14th) at the Center for Sex & Culture. Come out! More info below. :) 2. SAVE THE DATE for the 4th installment of “Girl Talk: a trans & cis woman dialogue” on March 29th. Me and my awesome co-curators Elena Rose & Julia Serano will be sending out more info about the show shortly,...
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reigning champion of the kitchen & weekend games!
Tonight I made Angus & me mussels in a shallot-garlic-scallions-white wine-butter sauce tonight. Also, there was mozzarella-heirloom tomato-basil-pesto bruschetta. Also, Harry Houdini exhibit at the Contemporary Jewish Museum (about which I am having many good thoughts). I think I am Official Reigning Champion of The Weekend and The Kitchen Games.
But my main point is: Mussels — so...
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No More Apologies: Queer Trans and Cis Women,... →
This looks FUCKING AMAZING, and I only wish I’d known about it sooner, because it is absolutely the kind of thing I would have come to Toronto for, no joke. I hope there will be more in the future!
No More Apologies:
Queer Trans and Cis Women, Coming/Cumming Together!
A FREE conference about social exclusion, sex, and sexual health
Saturday, January 21st • 2-7pm •
The TRANZAC
No More...
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How Dare You Say No, Whore? →
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sexworkerproblems:
A few days ago now (as this has been queued), there was a bit of a kerfluffle over SWP refusing to trigger warn a post that included the word rape. If you’d like to know more about what happened, you can go back and read for it. I answered more than a few angry/angsty/upset asks about it (though only a few of those were people who called me and SWP ...
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Why you should never drunk text a Whovian.
THIS WINS THE INTERNET. FOR ALL TIME.
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A friend of mine randomly got a drunk text from a stranger. She then did something that has earned my respect and awe. A transcript of her conversation follows. Some of this may be familiar to you.
Warning: VERY LONG. Also, words that I don't like have been bleeped out. Use your imagination.
[Transcript] Drunk Person: "tortyly drunk riht now. straight men everwhere."
Erykah: "Oh, thank God! I finally made contact! Listen, I need your help, but you're in great danger."
DP: "ni**a say wat?"
E: "Listen, my name's the Doctor. I'm a time traveler, or I was. I'm stuck in 1969 with my friend and I need your help to get my spaceship back."
DP: "u hav a spceshit?"
E: "Yes. It's a big blue box that says 'Police Call Box' on it."
DP: "dat doesnt sound liek a spceshp. gay."
E: "Hey! Don't diss the TARDIS!"
DP: "tarsiddd???"
E: "No. TARDIS. Time And Relative Dimension In Space. You see, I'm a Time Lord from ANOTHER planet called Gallifrey."
DP: "y u not there now?"
E: "Well...A long time ago, there was a war and all my people died except for me. I'm the last Time Lord. So I travel through time and space lending a hand wherever I can."
DP: "woahhhh. thats relly sad."
E: "Yes, it is. But now is no time to cry. You're in a lot of danger and you need to help me."
DP: "waot. how r u in 1996?"
E: "I'm in 1969. And it's really complicated."
DP: "oh."
E: "People assume that time is a strict progression of cause to effect, but actually from a non-linear, non-subjective viewpoint, it's more like a big ball of wibbly-wobbly, timey-wimey stuff."
DP: "im cofussed."
E: "Well, try and keep up! Never mind the wibbly stuff. All that matters is that they've taken it! The angels have the phone box."
DP: "wut angels?"
E: "Have you ever seen like a statue of an angel? At a church or a cemetary or something?"
DP: "ya."
E: "Well, they're not angels. They're creatures from another worlds. Aliens like me, except they're very, very bad."
DP: "dat maeks sense. they alwys creepeed me out. i thought theyre jus statues tho."
E: "Good eye, you've got. But they're not. They're only statues when you're looking directly at them. Once you look away, they become deadly."
DP: "whaaa?"
E: "Listen, Lonely assassins, they were called. No-one knows where they came from. They're as old as the universe, or very nearly. They've survived this long as they have the most perfect defence system ever evolved. They are quantum-locked. They don't exist when being observed. The moment they're seen by any other living creature they freeze into rock. No choice. It's a fact of their biology. In the sight of any living thing, they literally turn to stone. And you can't kill a stone. Course, a stone can't kill you either. But then you turn your head away, then you blink, and oh, yes it can! Notice how they always look like they're crying in the cemetaries? They're always covering their eyes?"
DP: "dats nuts! ya, ive seen dat."
E: "There's a reason for that. They're not weeping, they can't risk looking at each other. Their greatest asset is their greatest curse. They can never be seen. The loneliest creatures in the universe. And I'm sorry, I am very, very sorry, it's up to you now.
DP: "but wut can i do? tis was all thrustted uopn me!"
E: "The blue box, it's my time machine. There is a world of time energy in there they could feast on forever. The damage they can do can switch off the sun. You have got to send it back to me!"
DP: "ahhhhhh!!! im scrrd! idk wut 2 do! im srsly gon hav a pnic attck."
E: I'm afraid I can't help you any further. I'm stuck in 1969, but I think you're clever enough to think of something. FIND THE BLUE BOX AND GET IT BACK TO ME! The angels have it and you NEED to find it or it's all going to be over."
DP: "dont go doctr! help me!11211!!"
E: "They're coming. The angels are coming for you. But listen, your life could depend on this. Don't blink! Don't even blink. Blink and you're dead. They are fast, faster than you can believe. Don't turn your back, don't look away, and don't blink! Good luck!"
DP: "ik! angels hng out in gravyards rite? ill check thar 1st."
E: "Wherever you feel the need to look. I have no idea because I'm trapped 42 years in the past. Wherever you do go, just remember DON'T BLINK."
DP: "omfg. holy shit. i'll find teh box and teh angels and ill text u wen i find it. goodbi doctr. uve liked changgged me life."
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New Year's Eve enthusiasm & schmoop ;)
Right now, I’m dying my hair a mix of “Mystic Heather” & “New Rose,” doing dishes & laundry, and waiting for Angus to come over. Tonight, A. & I will dress up fancy, eat delicious food, hang out with my beloved brother Aidan, watch New Year’s Eve unfold in the Castro, and toast from the bottle of pink champagne I impulse-bought at Rainbow last night...