“Your name is NOT Pocahantas. . . . despite everything that has happened to our people, and no matter what Donald Trump says: WE ARE STILL HERE.”
Oh, Peggy I am so damn proud of you and your writing and your speaking and your hard work for all of us. I am so proud to know you.
Dear Bitter Butch,
One of the senior executives at my workplace is a bit of a skeeze in that he showers women at our workplace with ambiguously inappropriate attention. From what I’ve seen, the attention ranges from overly friendly hugs, to hands at the small of the back when opening doors, to fairly frequent office visits with small presents like pieces of chocolate.
. . . read the rest, and my answer, at bitterempire.com.
From their Facebook Page:
I need your help to save Trans Lifeline. We applied for grants aggressively this year but were turned down by everyone but the Trans Justice Funding Project and Horizons Foundation. Pride season was pretty much a bust for fundraising and now we are in dire straights. Members of our community have given so much to keep this going and I’m deeply humbled and moved by the sacrifices that trans people continue to make for each other. I’m writing this from a desert in Utah on the way to L.A. where we are hoping to make some fundraising progress. We’ve been driving out here and sleeping in our van for five days. We are nearing the end of what we can do personally to keep this going. Current events being what they are we are seeing repeated spikes in call volume. Your help is critical.
– Greta Gustava Martela ❤
Haddayr again. I am so disheartened that foundations that supposedly are for GLBT communities are not funding this desperately-needed resource for the most vulnerable of us. Please donate if you can.
My kid never wants to go for a walk. He ‘hates’ bike riding. Being outside is basically an anathema.
Or I should say WAS an anathema.
In one week, he’s very close to reaching his 10K distance for evolving. Or hatching. Or . . . I don’t know what.
Now he goes for a long long walk, or multiple walks, every day. And he wants to take up bike riding.
A few days ago, my partner, my sister and I were crossing Penn Ave and a huge truck was barrelling down toward us. My partner was like: “Oh no we are all going to die” but speeding to so much as a swift jog to avoid death seemed beyond his comprehension.
Today, I watched him SPRINT to catch a dratini. SPRINT.