Sorry I haven't posted in awhile. I've been working on a new project I hope to launch soon. I will post about it as soon as I can. In the meantime, here are a few one-offs about current events.
The LGBTQ+ community needs to say no to TERFs. You can't be Trans-Exclusionary Radical Feminists and fly the Pride flag. You can't say being lesbian is better than being trans is better than being bisexual or gay or queer - that flag represents everyone equally. Trans women are women. Trans men are men. Both have a right to be feminists, as do cis men and women, and non-binary and intersex people. If we don't stand together for women's rights, we will never arrive at a place of true equality. Telling people to get off your bandwagon is petty. They might actually be better feminists than you are? And achieve the goal faster than you could alone? GOOD. ISN'T THAT WHAT YOU WANTED? If it's not, take a good hard look at what it means to be feminist, maybe decide you're not one, and walk away quietly.
I received a petition to appeal to my senior senator (^^That guy ^^) on the senate judiciary committee and ask him to repeal judge Brett Kavanaugh's appointment as Supreme Court Justice. Um...have you heard him speak in the last year? Grassley's pleased as punch with this nomination. Unless Mueller can make something happen and Trump is ruled unfit to announce Supreme Court candidates, this one will probably make it through. Am I happy about that? No. Is there anything I can do about it? No. I voted in 2016. My one vote wasn't enough. If you didn't vote, I'm glaring at you, kid.
You bet your ass I'm voting in 2018. I've never voted straight ticket before, but I might start. I see myself as middle-of-the road on most issues, but the road has veered pretty far right. When standing up for basic human rights is considered radical liberalism, count me in. How did we get here? I wrote an edgy YA novel about neo-nazis fifteen years ago and thought it was too surreal to publish. Now I realize it may have hit a little too close to home for some.
What else can I say? Let's see...who haven't I pissed off yet?
Ooh. Bestie. You do matter. You matter to me, to Sharky, and to everyone who has ever met you and gotten to know you. As the only person I can count on to read this blog the day I post it, I'm calling you out in front of the entire world for being there for me when I needed you most. You sowed the seeds of strength I needed to later leave my ex-dumbass. Lemur saved my life when he kept me from going back. You gave me the strength to leave in the first place. Thank you.
What did I forget? What do you need to say this week? Say something in the comments or on FB/Twitter.
I haven't learned. I still do my best to make friends and be open and honest with people. And I still attract creepy assholes.
One particular asshole knows way too much about me. I made the mistake of oversharing with people I love in a place where I felt safe, and he took advantage of that.
It's gotten so I don't feel safe anywhere. I don't like to leave my house. I'm worried he has a way to track my movements. Unfortunately, there are times when I have to see the guy due to our mutual circles. I've considered leaving those circles just to flee him.
I don't know how else to say this, so I'm just going to say it.
Society has trained me to be polite to everyone, even if I find them awkward, offensive, and mean. That does not make us friends.
My past warns me to avoid people who take an unnatural interest in me for no reason. Do not force conversations with me just to watch me squirm. If there's no reason for us to be in the same room at the same time, go the fuck away, and don't follow me when I flee.
If we are friends, and you've noticed me pulling away, please understand. I can meet one-on-one, or in small groups, but large gatherings make me uncomfortable.
Thanks to my true friends for sticking with me. Thanks to my followers who keep a comfortable distance. Thanks to the creepers for teaching me to be hypervigilant.
If you are a would-be creeper, please creep on someone else and leave me the fuck alone.
I know a thing. I've only shared it with about ten people. I don't know if I can share it with you all, or if I need to keep it under wraps until it's finalized.
I'm fantastic at keeping secrets, sometimes even from myself. My filters have filters, so it's easy to catch something before it slips out. I've been pushing myself to avoid filtering so much, though. I want my teammates to know me, so they understand the kind of crazy I breathe.
"What have you been up to?" on the Monday after Father's Day shouldn't be a difficult question. We travelled. We ate good food. We avoided the heat. That answer would not have been socially awkward at all. Also not what I said. I went into full disclosure, from what I gave my dad to what we had for dinner. By some miracle, I didn't share the rest of my family drama, so hooray for small favors.