all aboard my folly
hands shaking, stomach churns
it never gets easier
jackhammer knuckles
paper-bag lungs
caution tape mouth
no one has to wonder
where they stand
with me
unsustainable
tiptoeing around the bush
or beating on eggshells
brashness is a vice
I’m unrepentant
I refuse
to be seen and not heard.
Category > rants
folly
dear abby
I always seem to end up here.
Why can’t boundaries be a place to begin the conversation?
Use I statements. Keep telling yourself that nobody else can hurt your feelings unless you let them. The truth is, that only works if you don’t let anyone else in.
Solitude is apt to shed its charms [...]
cis privilege
There are virtually no spaces, even on the Internet, where transpeople’s voices are centered.
The recent brouhaha at Pam’s House Blendis only one example of this phenomenon.
It frustrates me, and fucken’ pisses me off, that any discussion of trans-issues rapidly devolves into calls for transpeople to justify their existence.
Understanding one’s own privilege is difficult. Being [...]
about fucking time.
Last Friday was a good day. I felt confident, energized, and playful.
Also, beautiful.
I know that the amount of bodily scrutiny and criticism I am subjected to to is trivial, compared to women of size. Nevertheless, the pressure to conform to the beauty standards is very real. I’m fucking tired [...]
Word to your god
Apparently, there exists an inverse correlation between the sharpness of my snarkometer and the ambient temperature.
During my ride home from work today, I spotted two men in suits.
I looked at them a little more closely, wondering why they were dressed so formally in this heat. As soon as I figured it out (teh Mormoms, [...]
caterpillars
Negative definitions are problematic, because they reify binaries; things should be defined by what they are, rather than by what they are not. Nevertheless, it’s pretty clear that I am not one of those people who divides their to-do list into projects and action items. Actually, I don’t have a to-do list. [...]