“So if I don’t leave you with leftovers, you haven’t been houseboyed hard enough.”
“This is amazing. I actually can’t remember the last time a date cooked for me. I think it was… 2010?”
I am home in the midst of a really, really unpleasant fibro flare. Which is maybe or maybe not related to the hand wound? I feel like my adrenals got PUMPED UP while I was at the ER, and now I’m srsly fucking crashing. Anyway, the point of this post: What should I watch on netflix to distract myself? When I am in this kind of Lots of Pain & Low Immunity & Very Little Brain mood, I like snarky comedy and cartoons and some sci-fi. Nothing too deep/intense/real world. Suggestions, tumblrverse?
Also I wish I could type more than a paragraph every 6 hours without it hurting like crazy. WAY TO CRAMP MY OBSESSIVELY DRIVEN WORKAHOLIC STYLEEEEEE, Hand Injury.
This is me getting off the keyboard, now.
I want queer dance parties who take queer dollars to cut this shit out. now. even better retroactively with bountiful reparations given to all of us who’ve experienced this kind of violence.I want them to be accountable to the people they are supposedly welcoming, to change their practices and principles and understand the kind of power over people who are navigating multiple forms of oppression and violence every day. I want them to come up with principles around holding relationships that they don’t understand because of their privilege and holding lives and experiences that they have benefited from but do not actually know. My most recent experience was this weekend. On Friday night my partner and I went to “SECRET POP UP” Brooklyn Queer dance party at Cubana Social and unsurprisingly experienced multiple levels of oppression and violence throughout our time there.
this time this year is SO MUCH BETTER than this time last year, o.m.f.g.
EVEN WITH A FUCKING KNIFE INJURY ON ONE OF MY HANDS AND A FIBRO FLARE RIGHT NOW. still superior! take that, summer 2012!
Cathy Brennan, radical “feminist” terrorist, has set her sights on a young black activist in Baltimore County, MD. Phylicia Sampson is being taken to court by Brennan, a notorious harasser of trans women and their supporters. Sampson is a recent college grad with few resources, no car and no way to fight back without your help.
As a community, we’ve suffered Brennan’s assaults for a long time—her blog is the best known for outing trans women’s personal information. She believes trans women are men who are infiltrating the feminist community and expends her resources fighting them. The idea that she is now taking her harassment to a legal venue is horrifying. That she has selected a young black woman with few resources to fight back is repugnant.
We can’t let Cathy Brennan get away with this! Share Phylicia’s campaign on Facebook, twitter, tumblr and instagram. Here are some things you can do TODAY to help:
- Tell your friends why it is important that they donate to this campaign.
- Donate what you can.
- Write to your favorite feminist blog and ask them to cover this campaign
I hurt my hand pretty bad today (kitchen accident at M.’s birthday party, bloody & needed 5 stitches, but the ER docs were very sweet & quick). I will be okay, and I will eventually have a bad-ass scar, but in the meantime I won’t be online much ‘cause Doctor’s Orders/limited ability to type. If you need me plz try me via phone or txt msg before email/etc. Also if you are local and are able to help me out with some household things (chores that involve using yr hands like dishes, cleaning the cats’ litterbox, etc) over the next few days while I am healing up, I would certainly not refuse helpfulness. Plz get in touch via phone or leave me yr number if you are able to be helpful.
Thanx & <3!
I spent my evening eating Burmese food in The Richmond with one of the 3 high school friends I am still actually in touch with (she is visiting from Seattle). Then we picked up our other high school best friend (who still lives here) & went for a soak in an outdoor hot tub. There was strawberry lemonade & a panaromic view of the entire city glittering under a blanket of fog & gossip & much giggling. Also, soaking in hot water does wonders for my pain. (The next place I live is going to have a tub.)
Life is treating me splendidly right now. I look back on how fucking miserable I was this time last year, and god, I am so glad I am not there any more. What a difference a year makes.
This is the Still Here cast on closing night. I am having so many tender feelings looking at this picture.
(Also, lingerie as outerwear is obviously my new summer look. That is another one of the “chemises” that I am wearing.)
The second run of Still Here tonight was so gorgeous. I am really glad we’re remounting the show in July. It has just been so, so special to be a part of, and I’m deeply verklempt & emotional about the whole process (in really good ways).
Doing a show full of other SF natives means that I saw a lot of people in the audience whom I hadn’t seen in years (both nights). And it means I got some very sad news from old friends tonight:
John Paul, a kid I grew up with — a kid who lived maybe four blocks away from me, who was around my age, who was another scholarship kid at a different prep school, who was dear friends with several friends of mine (including a queer youth conference buddy & penpal of mine out in Rhode Island — the world is just tiny, y’all, esp. the queer punk kid world)… This sweet goofy puppydog of a boy who I remember as exuding this air of utter kindness, whose equally sweet dad used to give me rides to school when they drove by my bus route & saw me waiting for the 43 in the mornings… He died about a month ago in a horrible freak car accident.
It’s just awful and fucked-up and sad. He was about to get married. His fiancé and his family and all his friends are all torn up, heartbroken. I saw a few of his nearest & dearest people tonight. There were a lot of hugs. Lots of reminiscing.
And I wanna be clear here: I didn’t know JP well, not at all. I hadn’t seen him since high school. And. I kept picturing that sweet 15 y/o in my mind’s eye tonight as I was performing. I’m tearing up a little as I write this.
Rest In Peace, sweetheart.