I spent a couple of hours on a call this morning while occasionally glancing over at the fox in the garden, wishing I could go back to bed and curl up as well. Unfortunately, I have to make a living.
When he left yesterday afternoon he was still limping. Looked like he couldn't put any weight on his right hind leg at all. Otherwise he looks pretty healthy for a London fox.
It's important to embrace our identities, especially when so many people will harm, kill, and marginalize us for having our own lives. So I probably charge headlong into using labels as often as I shy away from some of them. So even if I'm not binary, I am trans and slowly coming out in the real world.
One of the things that I have really enjoyed the last few years is making captions for The New Yorker's caption contest. (One time, my entry was a finalist.)
Here is my latest one.
The legacy of Twitter is such a complicated topic. It's difficult to parse out its influence.
I was recently chatting with another trans woman, and she emphasized that, for all the bad it has put out, the site has been a critical lifeline for isolated trans folks.
I've read similar for migrants, refugees, natural disaster victims, etc.
Our society has so failed marginalized communities that even this shitty website has been a blessing for them.
Food for thought.
THERAPIST: [over the phone] How have you been passing the time?
ME: [mixing 4 types of cereal together to create a stronger, more delicious super cereal] I'm learning to cook
Vidar Hokstad / Galaxy Bound
The Armored Autist
Mason Porter
The Oatmeal
Josh "cortex" Millard
Alasdair Allan
Charlotte Clymer
Roxi Horror 💀🌸
Taylor Lorenz