Gina

brynkelly:

The following things feel related:

— today a promoter I know asked Facebook today about whether or not it would be appropriate for him to work with Roseanne Barr on a project given her Twitter campaign against trans people being able to use public restrooms last October. Gays and lesbians replied like, sure, who cares; trans people were, to say the least, a bit more circumspect

— Aunt Viv from the Fresh Prince of Bel Air said a lot of mean things about Wendy Williams this week, that relied very heavily on calling her a MAN MAN MAN MAN MAN

— the last time I went home to see my mom on the train, this train conductor sat around talking to a bunch of us hanging out in the snack car and for no particular reason except for comic value brought up about how uncomfortable Wendy Williams makes him because she looks like a MAN MAN MAN MAN MAN

— one of Germaine Greer’s most pointedly transphobic screeds involved an appeal to maternal subjectivity, something to the tune of, “you know who I’d like to hear from? the MOTHERS of these so-called ‘women trapped in men’s bodies.’ i’d like to hear about how THEY feel about all this”

— which really sucks, right? like most people, i have a complicated relationship with my mom, so it’s a particularly low blow because it’s like, your humanity is only as valid as your mother’s esteem of you, which is like, WHOA

— Roseanne and I got into a twitterfite during #PottyWars, and she tweeted mean things at me that had this real tinge of like, mom intensity. “i’m sorry you feel BETRAYED by my expressing an OPINION.” Well I guess I just can’t say anything right at all! Don’t mind me I’ll be dead soon! Auugh get out of my head lady! It is too weird to have America’s Working Class Ur-Mom throwing shade just like my mom mom

— said twitterfite was also during Hurricane Sandy, and I was in New York and nervous and compulsively snacking and flipping back and forth between the Weather Channel and Honey Boo Boo marathons and thousands of people were losing their homes and gas went up to $11/gallon and I was trying to figure out some awkward sexual tension with the guy I was hurricane-ing with so this made everything feel so much more fraught

— there’s a legislator in Arizona who right now is actually trying to pass a Papers-to-Potty bill right now, punishable by a $2500 fine and six months in prison

— the last time I was in a straight stage play, I played a mom. Of a teenager! And I am 33!

So I guess what I’m saying is, basically, let trans people pee in peace and I should be America’s Next Top Sitcom Mom, f’realz.

Bryn, I would hella watch that show. For the record.

Silver lining of this writing all-nighter: I just found a tiny, scrawny, adorable, & very affectionate little tuxedo cat in my garage/laundry room! This would also explain why Vajra (my cat) has been CLIMBING THE WALLS and meowing piteously all night — she either wanted to go play with her friend, or guard her territory, or both.

Anyway, I went into the garage to change my laundry, and to my surprise, I met this cat! She flirted with me and nuzzled me lots, and after some coaxing she let me pick her up and cuddle her. But she totally bolted when I tried to carry her into my apartment and even though she was tiny she wriggled away. Well, okay. :/

She is waaay too friendly and cuddly and used to humans to be feral. That said, she is also really skinny, to the point where I think she might be a stray or a lost kitty.

The whole set-up of my apartment, my laundry room/garage, and my neighbors’ apartments is kinda funky. I access the garage through an inner door in my apartment — like, my apartment opens up into the garage & vice-versa. Then the garage opens up at another point into a little hallway/stairwell, which is the back stairs for my upstairs neighbors’ house. So I followed The Kitty out into the little corner hallway between the garage & my neighbor’s house, but there is NO lighting out there and it was 2:30 in the morning at this point, and I stupidly don’t have a flashlight (taking care of that tomorrow!). It was way too dark to see where she sprinted off to, but I heard mewls that sounded like they might not just be her but might also be other cats or kittens. Eeek!

I left both dry & wet food out in the garage for her, in part so I can gauge her comings & goings. I’m gonna investigate more tomorrow in the daylight (esp. since there might be kittens!) and I’m gonna keep trying to get her into my apartment. If she’s lost, I want her to go back to her owner, and there is a better chance of that if she’s in my sights. If she’s a stray, I don’t know if I can keep her (my apartment is tiny and Vajra usually hates other cats). But I can at least find her a good home, right?

I have decided that I’m calling her Tilda, in the meantime. ‘Cause she’s slinky & femme & wearing a tuxedo.

My entire apartment smells like chicken massaman coconut curry soup with basil, garlic, ginger, tarragon, nutmeg, cardamom, black pepper, bay leaves, scallions, sweet potatoes, and kale.

There are a lot of good reasons to pitch woo at me, but my mad kitchen skillz rank high on the list.

You can kinda never go wrong with taking a bubble bath & listening to Lou Reed.