(me, complimenting my 7 year old on her Legos): You’re a great engineer.
(her): I’m not an engineer yet.
(a few seconds pass while it dawns on me that she is referring to her future career)
(me): Well, maybe not a professional engineer, but you’re very good at building things. I think I’m going to call you an engineer anyway.
(a few more seconds pass as she mulls this over)
(her): What about Angel?
(me): I’ll call you both.
(her, in obvious satisfaction): Okay.
Filed under Microblogging, My Life
I’ve been feeling nostalgic lately–y’know, catalouging all my life’s deepest regrets, just your ordinary early-onset midlife crisis–and I ended up going through some of my old Tweets. Here are a few gems I thought were embarrassing enough to be worth sharing.
I posted this sequence while reading Harry Potter #7 for the first time:
Neville Longbottom is a f***ing badass.
If I were a girl, I would be crushing on Neville Longbottom.
Look at your man. Now look at me. Now back at your man, now back at me, now…back at your man. Sadly, your man is not Neville Longbottom.
He is totally pimp, is what I am saying.
I’m particularly amused that I wrote “if I were a girl” instead of “if I were gay.” In retrospect, I probably should have noticed something odd about that.
Here’s another one on a similar theme:
I’m perfectly comfortable with my heterosexuality, but if A**** Diaz ever came up to me and said “Will you marry me?” I would be like “HELL YES WHEN CAN I START”
This one is doubly funny because not only did the artist in question turn out to be a super hot girl, I also ended up marrying a guy.
Here’s a couple about sleep deprivation:
Today’s word of the day is: FARTCHKNACKER
(I didn’t get much sleep.)
That’s an understatement. Here’s another:
Dreamed I stayed up till 4 doing reading for class. Didn’t actually stay up till 4, but now I feel like I did and my reading still isn’t done.
I think that between them, those two tweets sum up the majority of my college experience.
Here’s an attempt I made at a 140-character poem, just after shaving my head for the first time:
Commit! the imagined is strongest becoming real. Unrequited acts are ghosts of shadows: a memory of warmth beside the moment before sunrise.
It’s not a great poem, but it’s a sentiment I could stand to be reminded of more often.
One more for now. I wrote this one while working a part-time construction gig over the summer:
Boy, I just love using my caulk to plug holes.
Sorry, that one’s still funny.
*me at 1:30 pm*
I feel like I’m forgetting something…
*2 hours later*
Oh, right! EATING.
Filed under Microblogging, My Life
It feels SO nice to have colorful nails again! It’s been way too long.
I wanted to do the polyamory flag colors, but I’d forgotten just how expensive this stuff is. Maybe I’ll have enough saved up by next year…
Filed under Microblogging, My Life, Selfies
(to the tune of “Your Reality” from Doki Doki Literature Club)
[Verse 1]
Here I stare at a screen that is white and clean, and it’s mocking me
How can I turn the thoughts running through my head to reality
[Chorus]
The keyboard sits here, indifferent and silent
Just move your hand, write the way into your heart
Fit all your thoughts into place, build them up tall
Rough and unmortared, but it’s still standing strong
Rough and unmortared, but it’s still standing strong
[Verse 2]
I admit, that this wall that I’ve cobbled together’s a bit ugly
Stones hacked out of the bed of the quarry in my mind unthinkingly
[Chorus]
“It’s not done,” I say in reassurance
There’s lots to do before it will be complete
There’s holes and cracks where the wind gusts right through it
But perfect walls won’t block any wind at all
Since they never leave your head
Demolish perfect with real
Build beautiful
Filed under Poetry
The abyss’ gaze is unnerving, I admit
But it is a very good listener
Filed under Microblogging, Poetry
Cyberstalking your high school sweetheart after they’ve deleted their Facebook account is a real pain in the ass. Can someone get on that, please?
Added 2025-08-01: I was careless when I first wrote this post and forgot that cyberstalking can be, y’know, actual abuse and that making a joke out of it was in very bad taste and could be a trigger. My own sister’s been a victim of cyberstalking, so I really don’t have an excuse. I apologize.
Filed under Microblogging
Let’s say we were talking to one of the people opposed to trans women in sports, and we asked them this: “What about cheerleading? Should trans women be allowed to do that?” Assuming they didn’t just respond with “no, trans cheerleaders would be fine” (ha!), do you think they’d bother to come up with a different excuse, or would they just continue to stick with the “athleticism advantage” hogwash?
Of course I understand cheerleaders compete too, and surely it takes athleticism to support your squadmates on your shoulders or throw them into the air to do backflips or what have you, but (bearing in mind I don’t actually know anything about the subject) I would expect cheerleading routines to be judged primarily by things like coordination, teamwork, energy, and choreography, with athleticism being a minor or secondary factor.
Not that it matters, of course. We already know that no matter what hypothetical we presented them with, no matter how far-fetched the excuse, they’d come up with something. They feel, consciously or unconsciously, that trans people are scary, disgusting, and wrong, and that is their bottom line. Everything else is rationalization, a way to feel morally superior, telling themselves they’re defending women’s rights while in fact doing the exact opposite. As others have pointed out, if any of these people actually cared about women’s sports, they would be talking about any of the many, many difficulties female athletes actually face. Being outcompeted by trans women isn’t one of them.
Filed under Essays
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In Search of Secrets 