September 24th, 2017

Posted by Monica Roberts

Dwayne and Whitley. A different world
September 24 will mark the 30th anniversary of the debut of the iconic show 'A Different World' that broadcast its first of over 100 episodes over six years in 1987.

And you longtime TransGriot readers know I love the show so much I've done A Different World anniversary quiz posts that you can try your luck at here, here and here.    I even wrote a post imaging what an  A Different World reboot set in this 2K10decade would be like.

The spinoff of The Cosby Show that was supposed to chronicles Denise Huxtable's journey through her parent's fictional HBCU alma mater Hillman College after it's not well liked first season was retooled by new produced Debbie Allen into a realistic portrayal of HBCU campus life that tackled the issues roiling campuses in the late 1980's and early 90's from South African divestment, fraternity and sorority pledging, date rape, HIV-AIDS, racism to Desert Storm and the LA Riots.

Oh yeah, there was also a romance and marriage that developed between bougie diva Whitley Gilbert and nerdy genius Dwayne Wayne that basically became the relationship goal standard for Black couples

And we can't forget the other characters that wandered Hillman's campus such as Ron Johnson, dorm director and coach Walter Oakes, Jaleesa Vinson, Freddie Brooks, Lena James, Dorian Haywood and faculty like Colonel Bradford Taylor and Dean Dorthy Dandridge Davenport.

Mr. Gaines represents those elders you meet along the way that give you advice and that gentle push you need at just the right time to get you going in the right direction.

A Different World is still beloved 30 years after its initial episode was broadcast on NBC.  It is also credited with a major spike in HBCU enrollments during and after its broadcast run from 1987-1993

And because of its success, more shows featuring African American casts followed.

So happy anniversary A Different World!   I'll post a link to those quiz answers later

September 23rd, 2017
elf: Emily the Strange: Misery loves company (Misery Loves Company)
posted by [personal profile] elf at 01:28pm on 23/09/2017 under
I went looking for costume pieces. I'm aware that my chances of finding the kind of costume pieces I want are low, and it's likely to take more than a casual search to find the kind of things I want within my budget. But I wanted to at least get a sense of what's available.

One of the things I want, is a Victorian-esque high-neck long-sleeves full length dress. Doesn't need to be period-accurate at all; just needs to have roughly the right silhouette. So I went to Amazon and searched for a few things; "maxi" is the current term for long dresses, but that gets me a bunch of sleeveless evening gowns. I searched for "long sleeves," which got me a number of pajama-esque looking shirt dresses, which warned me that searching for anything with extra coverage on top was likely to mean they removed an equal amount of fabric from the bottom. And sure enough, searching for high-neck dresses gets a bunch of sheaths that stop at the garter belt line.

And this monstrosity, which I am inflicting on you, dear readers, because otherwise I will have to bear the pain of having seen it alone. I think the... shoes? leggings? tights? ... are a separate article of clothing, and apparently so is the collar. But the full ensemble is stunning.
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posted by [personal profile] sheafrotherdon at 07:47am on 23/09/2017
Yesterday I spent my whole afternoon listening to seven different Native activists, including Louise Erdrich and Edgar Heap of Birds, talk about their activism. It was such a challenging, important experience. And while I am walking away from it with a lot of thoughts, and a lot of books i need to read, and a lot of concrete actions I can take, I took away one thing overall that I need to keep at the forefront of my mind.

When I say / think / complain that this present political situation is unbearable, or words to the effect, I am showing my white privilege. To listen to these seven activists talk about what their families have experienced within the last five generations is staggering. I knew much of it intellectually, but yesterday it hit me with full emotional force. So shut up, white girl. I barely know what it is to hurt.
September 22nd, 2017
posted by [syndicated profile] transgriot_feed at 08:00pm on 22/09/2017

Posted by Monica Roberts

Image result for Logan and Laila ireland on Ellen
Was happy to see one of my fave trans couples on Ellen discussing their lives as a military couple and their transitions.   What was also amazing was what happened at the end of the studio interview, but I won't spoil the happy surprise for you.

But ugh, that initial cringeworthy question from Ellen.   Note to Ellen, the NLGJA and GLAAD have guides on how to interview and respectfully cover trans people

And still looking forward to meeting Logan and Laila someday, and will keep speaking it into existence until it happens.

Here's the video of their appearance on the Ellen show.

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crouched on one knee in the dark
Rogue One | ~1300 words | Chirrut/Baze | Thanks to [personal profile] trinityofone for betaing.

(Also on AO3)

When Baze had believed, that belief had been a thing grounded in soil and stone. )
posted by [syndicated profile] queer_ya_feed at 01:00pm on 22/09/2017
In Chapters One and Two, we met closeted and bullied Wyatt, and his best friend, Mackenzie. When Wyatt's nemesis – Jonathon – is about to clobber him, Mackenzie saves the day... But in a way that makes things even MORE complicated.

Want to start at the beginning? Click here for Chapters One and Two.

To read about why I'm serializing my entire YA novel for free on this blog, click here.

Thoughts? Reactions? #queerasafivedollarbill fan art? Share them in comments!

Okay community, here's Chapter Three!




Chapter 3
Monday January 5


That’s what I get for never telling her. And now I can’t. She’ll hate me.

            School was out and Wyatt was running, cutting the back way to avoid Mackenzie. And Jonathon. Well, everyone.
            He turned at the far side of the gym and raced past their School Rock, its foot-high purple and gold letters shouting,

GO FIGHTING SOLDIERS!

            Sprinting along the edge of the field, he passed the faculty parking lot to get to the chain link fence. There was a gap at the bottom, blocked by an old log, but there was enough room for Wyatt – and the occasional soccer ball – to scoot through. He’d been sent to get enough of them during P.E.
            Nearly empty backpack in his hand, he slid through the gap. He shouldered the bag and noticed, on the ridge across from him, a family of tourists posing in front of the Log Cabin that was supposed to be like the one Lincoln had been born in. They were so happy to be in Lincolnville. Everyone was. Everyone but him.
            He dashed down the ravine to the trail along the stream, and ran.
            Where Jenson’s Stream widened out to the ford, he jumped across the flat concrete stones that made a path, and kept going on the other side. It was just him and the rushing water, his heartbeat, lungs, and the rhythm of his feet pushing him away from school as fast as they could go.
            Twenty minutes later, his side cramped and Wyatt stumbled to a sweaty stop. He dropped his backpack and let the cold afternoon water run through his fingers, on its way to Corvallis. And Portland. And then, the ocean, and maybe… San Francisco. Or L.A.
            But me? I’m stuck here.
            He wiped his hands on his jeans, got out his phone and pulled up the photo of his soldier. Wyatt imagined him saying, Hey there, again, Wyatt. Fancy meeting you in a place like this. He knew it was corny. Stupid. But it made him feel better, anyway.
            Not for the first time, Wyatt wished his soldier was real. That he could tell him about Mackenzie, those weird kisses and what a disaster everything was.
            The day came crashing in on him – early wake-up, getting ambushed, sore muscles, clueless Mr. Guzman announcing his ‘A’ and Jonathon’s ‘D’ – and because of that, Jonathon almost pounding him and then that kiss – both kisses… Ugh!
            He kicked a fist-sized rock into the current and it splashed water back onto him. Great. Now he was wet, too.
            Everything ached as he lay out on a boulder that edged the stream. His shoulders protested as he lifted his phone – which hardly weighed anything – above him, but Wyatt didn’t care. He focused on his soldier.
The guy was staring right at the camera, kind of smiling, like he and whoever had taken the picture shared some secret. His coat was way too big, and the forage cap on his head – the same kind they sold in the B&B and that looked so awkward on their plastic military mannequin, whether it was dressed in Union Blues or Confederate Butternut Gray – looked pretty cool on him. There was another young guy behind him, holding a sword, all check this out, and Wyatt wondered if they were friends.
            He figured his soldier was only a little older than he was – you could tell he wasn’t shaving yet. Well, okay, Wyatt knew he was a lot older – the Civil War was like 150 years ago. Who was he? Who was he staring at like that? What was his secret?
            All Wyatt could do was look at him, across time, and imagine he was just dressed up for the re-enactments. That he was some teenager from another town, and he was going to lay back right here next to him. And they’d get to listen to the stream together. And talk, about the stuff Wyatt couldn’t tell anybody. And Wyatt imagined, in that tightly locked secret place in his heart, that maybe that smile – like some guy version of the Mona Lisa – might be the way he’d get looked at some day.
            Somewhere in the trees above them, a bird wheezed like it had just swallowed a kazoo. Cooper’s Hawk, Wyatt guessed. He closed his eyes and breathed in the mossy wet, letting it fill up every part of him.
            His soldier was crazy cute. Wyatt could imagine wanting to kiss him. The corners of his mouth tugged up at the idea.
            But Mackenzie? A tremor went through him, and it had nothing to do with his clammy T-shirt or the clouds stealing the last warmth of daylight.
Wyatt lurched up to sitting, the muscle-knot under his ribs clenching tight.
            It was all impossible. He wanted to want to kiss her. But he didn’t want to.
            He couldn’t be himself, either – not till he was hundreds of miles away at some college. He’d go to some big city where no one knew him and no one would care about what he did or who he was… or who he wanted to kiss.
            Until then, he just had to survive. Fit in, somehow.
Bulk up? He imagined working out every day at lunch, and feeling this sore all the time. How would he ever get as strong or as big as Jonathon, who was a high school Hulk? It would take him forever to even try. And he needed a way to get through tomorrow.
Maybe, if it helped him not bleed into the water like shark food, maybe… Plan B? He could have a girlfriend, instantly. He kind of already did.
Wyatt struggled to stand, rubbing at the cramp just now easing in his side. But not telling Mackenzie…
She was going to hate him, sooner or later, no matter what he did. He had three-and-a-half more years in Lincolnville before he was free. He’d rather she hated him later.
I have a girlfriend.
He tried saying it out loud, but it came out as a question. “I have a girlfriend?”

* *

Tuesday January 6

            “So this is just like the room where Lincoln lived in Springfield, Illinois, from 1837 to 1841, when he was 28 to 32 years old.” It was the final minutes of Wyatt’s tour, and the Lincoln Room at the top of the stairs was crowded with second graders. He pointed out the furniture: the low antique dresser; the rocking chair that was just like the one that had ended up at the White House; the oval mirror with candlesticks and a little shelf for shaving things at the exact height Abe shaved; the could have been there china water pitcher and basin.
            “And this is Lincoln’s cherry/pine rope bed.” Wyatt walked over to their Bed & Breakfast’s shrine, the actual bed Abraham Lincoln had slept in. The kids crowded closer, red velvet ropes on brass posts holding them back. The bed was just a little bigger than his own twin bed one more flight up, but Abe’s had polished wood balls at the corners, an old green and blue quilt at the foot, and was made up with Wyatt’s great-grandmother’s linens from Italy. Once a month, Wyatt put a dent in the pillow with a spaghetti squash to make it seem like maybe Abe himself had just gotten up. Over Winter Break, he’d even yanked a couple of hairs from wax-Lincoln’s head and put them on the pillow. Mackenzie had given him a hard time about how it was starting to feel like lying, but he told her museums were kind of like theater, and he was just helping set the stage.
            He couldn’t tell whether any of the kids noticed the hairs on the pillow or not, but they were in awe in the presence of a real piece of history. Wyatt’s dad had bought the Lincoln bed at auction years ago and that’s how they ended up in Lincolnville, right before third grade. His folks had taken over the “Lincolnville Civil War Bed & Breakfast” and renamed it “The Lincoln Slept Here Bed & Breakfast.” He’d been assigned a desk next to Mackenzie. They’d bonded over her never teasing him for being new, and him never teasing her for having a mom who was sometimes around but most of the time, not. They’d studied together, and listened to each other… and been friends ever since.
            Behind the field trip teachers in the doorway, Mackenzie waved to get his attention.
            And now she’s my girlfriend…
            Shaking it off, he jumped back into the tour, lifting the mattress edge so everyone could see the ropes underneath. “Even though it’s never used, every six months we have to tighten the rope grid so it doesn’t get saggy. Tight ropes made the bed more comfortable, which, we used to tell people, is where they got the expression, sleep tight.”
            Oh!s travelled the room like applause.  
            “But, turns out that’s not really true.” Wyatt glanced at Mackenzie – correcting their mistake had been her first addition to the tour. “People didn’t start saying sleep tight until a generation later, when rope beds weren’t even that popular anymore. The Oxford English Dictionary says ‘tight’ used to mean ‘soundly’ or ‘well.’ Sleep well – sleep tight. History can surprise you, sometimes.”
            Mackenzie winked at him, then spun her pointer fingers around each other: wrap it up.
But once the tour was gone, they’d be alone.
            “Can we touch it?” A girl asked.
            He took the chance to stall. “Just the wood parts.” Avoiding eye contact with Mackenzie, he unhooked the velvet rope closest to the bed and stepped aside. Forty-three pairs of hands darted out to rub the wood smooth, like the bed of the most admired president in history was somehow good luck.
            “Excuse me. Sorry…” Mackenzie got past the teachers and tiptoed to Wyatt’s side. He tried to drift away but she took his hand. Clearing her throat, she announced, “this way to the souvenir shop and the end of the tour!” And pulling Wyatt with her, she teetered out of the room.
            Wyatt checked to see if she’d hurt her foot.  Since when does she wear high heels?

* *

            “Pishhu!”
“Pa-pa-pa-pow!”
            “Pishhu!”
            The sound effects for the rifle pens were more Sci-Fi than Civil War, but they were the last two kids. Their teacher checked the time on her cell. “If you’re going to buy those, you need to do it now.”
            Wyatt knew better than to waste a bag or receipt that he’d just have to pick up from the parking lot gravel later and handed the first kid his change. As he paid for his, the second boy asked, “Were there really eight-year old soldiers?”
            “They were mostly drummers, but, yeah.” Wyatt had told them about Edward Black, 21st Indiana Volunteer Regiment. There was a portrait of him in what used to be the dining room, part of this new display on child soldiers his dad had been working on forever.
            “Lucky!” The first boy said, and the second nodded like one of their bobble-head plastic Lincolns.
            Lucky? Wyatt didn’t think so. Edward Black died at 18. Of ‘Soldier’s Heart,’ what they called Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder back then. Who wanted to fight a war and be so freaked out by it all that it killed you, before you even got to live your life? And that was if you survived in the first place. “I’d hate to be a soldier,” Wyatt told them.
            “Pffft!” The second kid spit-taked air, like that was the stupidest thing he’d ever heard.
            The first kid targeted Wyatt with his new gun. “Pishhu! Pishhu!”
            Baby sharks.
            “All right, you two. That’s enough. Everyone’s waiting.” Their teacher steered them outside.
            “Thanks for visiting!” Mackenzie waved from the front porch as the stragglers joined the rest of their class on the bus. Next they’d go to Jennie’s family’s put-on-a-Civil-War-costume-and-have-your-old-time-photo-taken store.
            Mackenzie closed the front door and headed back to where Wyatt stood in their Lincoln and Civil War Memorabilia Alcove. They were alone.
            Yikes.
            “Hey…”
            Wyatt got very busy at the register. She stood right next to him, waiting.
            “You’re really good with kids,” Mackenzie said, balancing a stuffed bear on one of the little speakers by the reception computer.
            Wyatt shrugged, spotting the mess of rifle pens. Typical. They had to examine every one before deciding. He scooped them up and started sorting, Richmond Carbines in the Jefferson Davis: President of the Confederacy mug, Springfield Rifles in the Abraham Lincoln: President of the Union.
            Mackenzie pulled her matching pink argyle wallet from her backpack and grabbed a ten-dollar bill. She put it on the glass counter in front of him.
            “What’s that for?” Wyatt risked a quick glance at her.
            She snuggled two grapefruit-sized Give-a-Lincoln-Get-a-Lincoln $4.99 teddy bears to her chin. “I can’t decide between the blue one or the gray one, so I’m going to get both.”
            Wyatt was out of pens to sort. “You don’t have to pay for those.” He bent down to straighten the line of infantry soldiers on the Civil War Chess Set.
            “It’s your family business. I’m not going to steal them!”
            “You’re my girlfriend, aren’t you? Just take ‘em.”
            Wyatt stood, and it took everything he had to not look at his soldier in the display case against the sitting room wall. Before he could figure out something else to do, Mackenzie wrapped her arms around him. “Honeybear!”
            “Honeybear?”
            Her shirt was silky, and he searched for an excuse to slip away.
            She nodded, “sometimes you’re like a growly bear on the outside, but in there…” She touched his chest through his T-shirt. “You are so sweet.” She tilted her lips down to his, going for kiss number three.
            Oddly purple-red lips closing in, Wyatt thought fast. He grabbed a loose bear and with a lip-smack sound effect, pressed its nose to Mackenzie’s cheek instead. He broke free and acted like he was being all funny and playful.
            Something cracked inside Mackenzie’s face, and her hand flew up to cover her mouth. “Are my braces that horrible?”
            “No! It’s not…” Wyatt stopped. He had no idea what to say. “Mom!”
            Wyatt’s mom, still in work clothes, walked in from the kitchen corridor holding a folding plastic ‘Rails Realty’ sign. It was broken. “I finally got Kelly to let your father make one of these out of wood, so they’ll last. If she likes it, it will be some extra money…”
            Mackenzie whispered, like she was trying to believe it, “You knew she was coming home now?”
            Wyatt took the excuse. “I thought, maybe…”
            His mom stashed the sign behind the reception counter and focused on them. “Mackenzie, you’re looking beautiful!”
            “Hi, Liz.” Mackenzie said.
            Wyatt’s mom came over and hugged her. Then, instead of letting go, she held Mackenzie out at arm’s length, staring at her like Mackenzie hadn’t spent the last seven years hanging out there practically every day. His mom repeated the compliment, “Just… beautiful.”
            That got Mackenzie blushing, which always showed off her freckles, which she hated. Actually, where are her freckles?
            “Don’t you think so?” Wyatt’s mom turned to him and Wyatt startled. He didn’t want Mackenzie to catch him staring at her. That would send the wrong… Oh, man. He didn’t even know anymore.
            “Yeah, sure.” He rubbed at a spot of ink on his hand.
            “Sweetie,” Wyatt’s mom gave him a quick kiss on the head. “I still have a few calls to make for the parade, and your dad’s too busy cooking… I noticed the breakfast buffet never got put away. How about you pitch in, and then you two can set the table for dinner?”
            More chores. Great. But to avoid the lecture, Wyatt just said, “Sure.” And tossed Mackenzie a ‘you in?’ look.
            Lipstick. And no freckles.
            “I’d love to.” Mackenzie tossed a flowy, big-hair curl over her shoulder, all game. Wyatt pushed down this queasy feeling that he wasn’t going to listen to. He just had to make sure they didn’t spend any more time alone together.
           
* *

            “Honestly Mr. Yarrow, I would never have guessed it’s rabbit!” Mackenzie gushed about the meal Wyatt’s dad was trying out since there were no guests eating with them at the big table in the kitchen tonight. Weekly Civil War-Era meals was the next big thing that was supposed to get money finally pouring in.
            Wyatt eyed the dandelion greens and pieces of slimy-looking meat on his plate. His mom was going to need to keep her job for the Mayor. Another thing for Jonathon to lord over him, like because Wyatt’s mom worked for his mom, it made them Jonathon’s family’s servants or something.
            The bottle in his hand made a plastic farting sound as he coated his rabbit salad and heap of turnip-potato pie in an oozing blanket of red.
            “Ketchup? Really?” Wyatt’s dad bookmarked the 19th century cookbook he’d been reading and decided to pay attention to actual living people.
            “Gregory…” Wyatt’s mom started.
            “He hasn’t even tried it!” Wyatt’s dad shook his head. “It’s supposed to be period food.”
            Wyatt held out the family-size bottle, label facing his dad. He pointed to the small red print below ‘Heinz,’ and read it out loud. “Established 1869.”
            “Really?” It was like Mackenzie was interested in everything today. She reached for the ketchup bottle with matching red nail polish. Nail polish, too?
            Wyatt’s mom patted his dad’s hand. “It’s delicious.” She turned to Wyatt, “So, how was your day?”
            “Fine.” Wyatt poked in vain for something else on his plate.
            “Anything new to share?” His mom asked.
            “Nope.” Wyatt answered, wondering if he just cut it up and moved it around on his plate, and then volunteered to do dishes, he could get away without eating it.
            “That’s funny,” His mom said nonchalantly, “because when I was updating the Mayor’s status earlier, I noticed Mackenzie’s profile says she’s now in a relationship.”
            Wyatt kept his eyes on his plate. Don’t tell them. Don’t tell them. He tried to send the thought to Mackenzie – maybe they did have some kind of E.S.P.
“You didn’t tell them?” She asked Wyatt, totally telling them.
Wyatt’s mom shrieked and leapt out of her chair to squeeze them both into a giant hug. “Why didn’t you tell us? Mackenzie Miller! Oh my gosh – what’s your middle name? I don’t know your middle name!”
“Liz.” His dad said, and Wyatt’s mom released her death-grip on them.
“Okay, okay! But you can’t blame a mother for being excited about her little boy growing up and finding love.”
            Wyatt could feel the hole he was in getting deeper and deeper. He managed to lift his lips apart and show his teeth, just like a real smile.
            His dad picked up his wine glass in a toast. “That makes this your first official meal as Wyatt’s girlfriend!”
            “Guys!” Wyatt squirmed. Do all parents do this?
            “And now that you’re dating, we need to make sure you’re respecting each other. I won’t be a grandfather before I’m fifty.”
            “Gregory!” Wyatt’s mom sounded shocked. “They’re only in ninth grade.”
            “I remember being a teenager. And we have a double responsibility here.” Wyatt’s dad pointed at him and Mackenzie. “No more alone time in either of your bedrooms, understood?”
            Wyatt felt like he’d just been handed a late Christmas present.
            He nodded, quick.
            Wyatt’s dad sipped his wine. “Mackenzie, now that you’re even more a member of our family,”
Mackenzie made a little squeaking noise. Wyatt didn’t look at her, cause he didn’t want to embarrass her. But anytime Wyatt complained, Mackenzie told him how great his family was and how he needed to appreciate his parents more. How ‘you don’t know how important it is until you lose it.’ And he never knew what to say. And now, she was thinking his dad and mom could be like her dad and mom, too, so she’d have three parents instead of just one. And it was all built on a lie. He felt like pond scum, if pond scum could feel bad about itself.
His dad continued, looking at Mackenzie in a way that felt parental, “…why don’t you choose our Sunday movie this week?”
            Wyatt couldn’t believe his dad was giving it to Mackenzie. “It was my turn!”
            “Sweetie,” his mom scolded. “It’s a lovely idea of your father’s. Be gracious.”
            “Sorry.” Wyatt said, but he wasn’t. Even pond scum had stuff it looked forward to. “I’ve… just been waiting to see the new Bond movie since Thanksgiving, and it’s finally out on DVD, and it’s my week!”
            His mom ignored him. “Tell us, Mackenzie. What movie would you like us all to watch?”
            Wyatt slumped back and stared at the floor under the table. Pink leopard-print high heels kicked off, Mackenzie’s bare feet were crossed at the ankles. What was going on?
            “I’ve always tried to get Wyatt to watch Little House on the Prairie with me. Maybe this would be a good chance?
            “Ughhh!” Wyatt rolled his head and eyes all the way back. Something kicked his leg. “Ow!” Bending forward to rub his shin, he was pretty sure he heard Mackenzie smother a laugh.      He glared at his dad, who shifted into lecture-mode. “Being in a relationship means some give and take. Little House on the Prairie sounds perfect, Mackenzie. And we can all watch the new double-o-six movie next week. Agreed?”
            “It’s double-o-seven.” Wyatt pouted. Like his dad even cared. If it wasn’t about the Civil War, he was just going to sit there and read an auction catalog no matter what they watched.
            His mom leaned towards his dad. “We’re supposed to let them sort it out.”
            His dad shrugged. “Why, when it’s so simple?”
            “Young love is never simple,” Wyatt’s mom said. “Remember?” His parents got all mushy and Wyatt paid attention to the food he wasn’t eating.
            Mackenzie chimed in, “How about we watch Wyatt’s movie this week, and next week we can watch Little House?
            Wyatt looked at her. Thanks, he mouthed silently.
            Mackenzie locked eyes with him, all intense, all I’ll-sacrifice-my-happiness-for-yours, and suddenly, Wyatt got it. The makeup. The big hair. The heels. It was all for him!
            And he didn’t want it. Any of it.
He looked away.
            “See? They worked it out.” Wyatt’s mom said, kissing his dad’s hand.
            It’s like I’m being tortured.
             Wyatt survived the rest of dinner, and even managed a couple of bites of cinnamon, apple and raisin dessert until his dad launched into one of his footnote monologues. It was the kind of thing guests found charming for a weekend stay, but they didn’t have to live with it full-time. It was all about how he was sorry it was Braeburn apples instead of the York Imperial or Ben Davis varieties they would have made it with back in 1863 in Gettysburg, Pennsylvania, since this was Gettysburg Fruitcake.
            And all Wyatt could think about was Jonathon hearing that and telling everyone Wyatt was the Gettysburg Fruitcake. But he wouldn’t, now that Wyatt had a girlfriend. Right?
            He dropped his spoon to the plate, appetite gone.
            Wyatt’s mom brought up junior prom – two years away – and how now she would volunteer to chaperone. How am I going to keep this up for that long?
            Then they were talking outfits, and how Mackenzie didn’t even have one for the Purple and Gold Pep Rally in two weeks.
            “What I’m really not sure about are the shoes,” Mackenzie said. “These gave me blisters, and I nearly twisted my ankle, twice.”
            “You need to start with kitten heels.” Wyatt’s mom told her. “Maybe I have something… I’m a size eight, what size are you?”
            “But, I wear a size eight!” Mackenzie’s words came out in a giggle.
            Before Wyatt knew it, with his mom in the lead, Mackenzie was pulling him along to his parents’ bedroom. “Come on, Honeybear!”
            Wyatt stalled out in the doorway, watching his mom throw open her shoe wardrobe. Mackenzie acted like a starving person at a buffet, touching and oohing and ahhing over each shoe. She didn’t have a mom to do this with since hers was – well, no one knew where her mom was – so Wyatt figured it was a big deal.
            “Here, try this one!” Wyatt’s mom held out a pair of low heels whose shifting purple-blue colors reminded Wyatt of iridescent butterfly wings.
            Carefully, Mackenzie slipped on the left shoe. “It fits!” She said, all Cinderella.
            Wyatt’s mom came up behind Mackenzie and studied her reflection in the Ikea standing mirror. “Beautiful. And you don’t have to wait for the Pep Rally.” Wyatt’s mom was all Fairy Godmother. “You can borrow any pair you want, anytime.”
            Mackenzie gulped air, and Wyatt could barely make out her whispered, “Gaia. My mom gave me a totally embarrassing hippie middle name.”
Wyatt’s mom moved to face Mackenzie. “She doesn’t know what she’s missing.” She tucked a loose strand of hair gently behind Mackenzie’s ear. “Mackenzie Gaia Miller, you are a lovely young woman. I couldn’t be happier… for all of us.”
Wyatt was out of there. He couldn’t be the Prince in this fairy tale. He just couldn't.


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Chapter Three Endnotes 


Wyatt tells the visiting students about the Civil War child soldier Edward Black. You can find out more in this “The Boys of War” opinion piece in the October 4, 2011 New York Times: http://opinionator.blogs.nytimes.com/2011/10/04/the-boys-of-war/?_php=true&_type=blogs&_r=0 There’s additional info (and a painting) of Edward Black, “who was 8 years old when he became a drummer for the 21st Indiana Volunteer Regiment…” in this online slide show: http://www.nytimes.com/slideshow/2011/10/05/opinion/disunion-children-4.html 

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September 21st, 2017

Posted by Monica Roberts

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Don't think that because we're still recovering from Hurricane Harvey's aftermath that we've forgotten about that hideous Spirit of the Confederacy statue desecrating Sam Houston Park that alas, Harvey's raging floodwaters didn't mercifully wash away.

We still want that statue celebrating the triumph of Jim Crow segregation and put up during that time to go away.

Some folks have asked when it is taken down, and when is the operative word here, what should go up in its place?

Easy. Put a statue up honoring a prominent Houstonian.

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First up is to erect a statue in that spot honoring Barbara Jordan, a proud daughter of this city.  

She became in 1967 the first (and sadly so far) only Black woman elected to the Texas Senate and the first Black Texan to be elected to the Texas Legislature since Reconstruction.  

She then made history again by getting elected to the US House of Representatives in the newly created 18th Congressional District in 1972.   She was on the Judiciary Committee during the Watergate impeachment hearings , made two historic keynote speeches to Democratic national conventions in 1976 and 1992 and was the ethics advisor for Gov Ann Richards.

She made history even when she died in 1996.   She became the first Black Texan to be interred in the Texas State Cemetery in Austin, where she is buried with other Texas heroes and sheroes right next to her friend Gov. Ann Richards.

My next suggestion is US Rep. George Thomas 'Mickey' Leland,

Rep. Mickey Leland attends a Free South Africa Movement rally in downtown Houston on Oct. 12, 1985.  Mickey Leland, a Democratic congressman from Texas 18th District, died Aug. 7, 1989 at age 44 when a plane he was on crashed during a mission trip in Fugnido, Ethiopia. Photo: Houston Chronicle File Photo
While he wasn't born here, (born in Lubbock,TX)  Leland grew up in 5th Ward, graduated from Wheatley and later from TSU.

He was a two term state legislator who succeeded Barbara Jordan when she retired from the US House in 1978. He served as the chair of the Congressional Black Caucus during the 99th Congress, and chair of the House Select Committee on Hunger

Leland was a humanitarian and advocate who was killed in an August 1989 plane crash at age 44 while on a mission to bring food to famine stricken Ethiopia.  

May I also suggest for a statue the first female mayor of Houston in Kathy Whitmire?  

Image result for kathy whitmireMany of the powers that be hated her, but she was actually the first candidate I was eligible to vote for in a Houston mayoral election.

The native Houstonian CPA and UH grad served as our city controller before she won election in 1981 by building a broad progressive coalition that she successfully maintained it for 10 years across five two year terms.

Her bid for a sixth consecutive two year term as mayor was derailed when her diverse coalition suffered major defections by Lanier taking some of her white support and Black voters supporting Sylvester Turner's bid to become Houston's first Black mayor.

She broke the power grip that the 'good old boys' had on city politics and the mayor's chair.  It's why the Houston conservatives pushed term limits after Bob Lanier won in a 1991 runoff with future (and current) Houston mayor Sylvester Turner.

Whitmire appointed our first Black police chief in Lee Brown, who in 1998 would later become our first African-American mayor.  She appointed now state Sen. Sylvia Garcia to a municipal judgeship as our first Latina municipal judge, and was a vocal supporter of METRO's plan to build a rail component to our public transit system.

She also tried to pass in 1984 a non discrimination ordinance that also covered gay people that met the same death by referendum fate as HERO did 30 years later  

But those are just three worthy Houstonians I can think of who deserve to have a statue commemorating them in Sam Houston Park instead of that white supremacist abomination that sits there now.  

Posted by Monica Roberts

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Dear Transphobic People,
Been a while since I've done one of these posts calling y'all out on your off the chains transphobia, but in light of the fact that I have had to call out two transphobic Black men in Third Ward in the last 72 hours, with one of them threatening me with violence, it's past time for me to call y'all out like I had to do with my Black cis sisters.

Image result for that a man comment at trans womenFirst off, what the hell is wrong with y'all?  

I and other Black trans women are beyond sick and tired of being sick and tired of y'all having something to say when we are just trying to go about our day without harassment and you feel the nerve to whisper or holler 'that's a man' at us while we're close enough for you to hear it.

Neither do we like it when you Black men repeatedly get on the mics at 100,000 watt radio and TV stations broadcasting transphobic ignorance and hate speech to the world.

That transphobic hate speech metastasizes into anti-trans violence that can cause our deaths.  

Naw b****, I'm not a man. I was born an infant 55 years ago that evolved and grew to become a fabulous, proud, unapologetic Black trans woman who is finally comfortable in her body.

If I was a man, I wouldn't have spent the countless hours and years in counseling, tons of money on trans affirming medical procedures and the aforementioned counseling, money on a new wardrobe, and gleefully getting adjusted to the nuances of living life on the Black feminine side of the gender spectrum.

I and my trans sisters are women, regardless of the genitalia configurations concealed in our panties, what you assume our chromosomes are or what your ignorant masculine azz has to say about the subject.

Gender identity is between your ears, not your legs.  If you aren't a certified gender therapist, geneticist, progressive politician or pastor, supportive family member or ally, or a doctor that specializes in transgender issues, I really don't give a rats anus what your loud and wrong opinion is anyway.

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I and Black Trans Feminine World are sick and tired of you kneegrows cooning it up with the same white male Republican politicians that hate your Black behinds to politically hate on the trans community, then expect me and my community's help and support when your white male GOP best buds turn on or their white supremacist police buds shoot to kill one of y'all after they're done using you for their right wing photo ops.

Whatever personal issues you have going on in your life,  or if you're mad because you ain't getting any attention sexually, don't take it out your shortcomings on Black trans women.   Don't get mad because we turned your azz down for a date. If we're not feeling you, deal with it.  

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We know deep down you are turned on by us, want to date and get busy with us.  The trans porn sales numbers and sustained popularity of the trans porn genre don't lie.

We Black trans women, nor ANY woman for that mater, are not punching bags for you to release your toxic masculine anger on.   Neither is it acceptable to put your hands on or disrespect a trans woman for any reason.

Too many of my sisters are dying at your hands because you are far too concerned about your masculine reps than the lives of the trans women you are dating or getting busy with.  .

And naw Black gay men, you ain't escaping Moni's Dear Transphobic People wrath either.  It time to snatch your wigs, too

 Far too many of you have thrown transphobic shade at trans women you pass in the gayborhood streets or in the clubs while hugged up with your white male boyfriends, or while you're out and about at the club with your friends.  

Get it through your heads that trans women are WOMEN.  You are not experts (RuPaul) on how we live our lives, we trans women are.   If you want to know something about our lives, respectfully ask us.   If you work for an org that wants to know about our transfeminine lives, pay us for that privilege.

Don't get it twisted, being a trans woman is not analogous to being a drag queen.  While some of my trans sisters make their money doing drag in clubs or the pageant circuit and have used it as a way to facilitate their personal feminine transition journey, drag is simply a job for them to pay their bills.

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When that show is over, they wipe the stage makeup off, clock out, exit that club, reenter society and navigate their way back home as trans women, not gay men.

And for those of you working in Black oriented or other cisgender focused human rights orgs, we need you to have our back in those policy circles you have access to, not stab us in the back.

My Black trans life matters just as much as yours does.   Black trans people aren't going away because we are an undeniable part of the diverse mosaic of human life, ,and you need to deal with that reality.

So cis Black men, next time you feel the urge to throw 'that's a man ' shade at a Black trans woman who is just trying to get through her day without drama, put your lips in park and don't do it.

Because you may not like what happens next if you follow through with your desire to mess with a trans woman that day.
posted by [syndicated profile] transgriot_feed at 12:00pm on 21/09/2017

Posted by Monica Roberts

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Houston, looks like we may FINALLY after all these years have a starting NFL caliber quarterback in Deshaun Watson.

We're about to find out just how good Deshaun is because he gets to go face the defending NFL champion (boo hiss) New England Cheatriots  Patriots in Foxborough.

 And another interesting stat to chew on in  addition to the fact the Texans have not had much success at Gillette Stadium.

Since Belichick took over, no rookie quarterback has ever beaten the Patriots.  They are 5-0 so far against them.

Another note before I move on to this week's NFL prognostication business.  Rick Smith, please hurry up and sign Duane Brown.

For a moment during Week 2 looked like after the early games were played I was on track to have our contest's first ever perfect week.   Then the afternoon, Sunday and Monday night were played and I went 3-4 in those games to end up tied with Mr. Watts this week to maintain the slim one game lead I have contest wise. .

So let's get to this week's picks  Another 16 games.   Mike's picks are here.  Team I'm picking to win is in bold print with the home team in CAPS.

Week 2  Results                                                              2017 NFL Season Record  
TransGriot  12-4                                                              TransGriot  22-9
Mike           12-4                                                              Mike           21-10


Thursday Night Game
Rams over 49ERS

Sunday Early Games|
PATRIOTS over Texans
Ravens over JAGUARS
BILLS over Broncos
Steelers over BEARS
PANTHERS
over Saints
Buccaneers over VIKINGS
COLTS over Browns
Dolphins over JETS
Falcons over LIONS
EAGLES over Giants

Sunday Afternoon Games
Seahawks over TITANS
Chiefs over CHARGERS
PACKERS over Bengals

Sunday Night Game
Raiders over WASHINGTON

Monday Night Game
Cowboys over CARDINALS
September 20th, 2017


The Backstagers written by: James Tynion IV, art by: Rian Sygh

When Jory transfers to an all-boys private high school, he's taken in by the only ones who don't treat him like a new kid, the lowly stage crew known as the Backstagers. Not only does he gain great, lifetime friends, Jory is also introduced to an entire magical world that lives beyond the curtain. With the unpredictable twists and turns of the underground world, the Backstagers venture into the unknown, determined to put together the best play their high school has ever seen.
Midway through this comic, one of the characters is revealed to be a transgender boy. Thanks to Brigid Alverson's and their Just Another Day in an LGBTQ Comic article in School Library Journal for the heads-up on this one.

Add your review of "The Backstagers" in comments!


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Last night, R and I watched a bunch of documentaries, including one on Willie Nelson, which referenced his smash album Red Headed Stranger.

R: In the RV park, Red Headed Stranger is the only album I feel comfortable playing over my external speaker system. It’s the only music everyone can agree they like.

Sam: Isn’t Red Headed Stranger a concept album about going on the run after murdering your family?

R: People can relate. 

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posted by [syndicated profile] transgriot_feed at 12:00am on 20/09/2017

Posted by Monica Roberts

There are many of us in reality based America who are feeling the same way as White House Chief of Staff John Kelly who had the displeasure of being in the audience and watching Donald Trump embarrass the nation in front of the entire world during his United Nations General Assembly speech yesterday.

I won't subject you loyal TransGriot readers to the avalanche of idiocy that was on display in New York including Trump throwing juvenile 'Rocket Man' insults at North Korea's Kim Jong Un and threatening to 'totally destroy' North Korea from the Un podium after its delegation walked out before his speech.

Great, two egomaniacal idiots armed with nukes trying to one up each other. This is not going to turn out well.

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Do y'all miss this man, the 44th president of the United States?

In case you forgot, this is what a UN speech given by an intelligent, exceptional president of the United States looks and sounds like.



And this is just a taste of what we would have gotten had we elected Hillary Clinton last year, the most qualified person in over a century regardless of gender to run for the presidency.



But instead, we got a nekulturny idiot who isn't qualified to be POTUS, much less sit in the Oval Office and run this country.

Even more distressing to me as a Cold War baby, this man has his fingers on the nuclear launch codes.

And it ain't just Moni and other people across the US saying it and proclaiming his white supremacist behind is an embarrassment.   The media around the world is also saying that Trump is unfit to be POTUS.
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Exhibit A:  Germany's Der Spiegel, where the Leader of the Free World Angela Merkel, assuming that she and her party win in the upcoming German federal elections this Sunday. is still chancellor.

'Donald Trump is not fit to be president of the United States. He does not possess the requisite intellect and does not understand the significance of the office he holds nor the tasks associated with it. He doesn’t read. He doesn’t bother to peruse important files and intelligence reports and knows little about the issues that he has identified as his priorities. His decisions are capricious and they are delivered in the form of tyrannical decrees.'
-Der Spiegel
Trump has embarrassed himself and the country once again on the world's biggest international stage.  Sad!


September 19th, 2017
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Come in, please, come in. I can’t entertain you shipboard as I once could, but there is tea and plenty of food, and I understand you’ve done well for yourself at the gambling tables. I suppose I can afford to lose a little now and then. My late first husband was a wealthy man and I magnified his wealth – well, you know how.

I think there should be discipline in everything, you know, even lawlessness. When I ruled the sea and the Red Flag Fleet, no one disobeyed me. Literally. Those who did were beheaded. But, on the other hand, I think my rule was mainly benificent. Did you know I forbade those under my command to steal from villagers who supplied us? That only made sense, of course. Death was also the sentence for any assault on a female captive. One makes these laws when one grows up as I did.

I also insisted that anything taken from town or ship was to be presented, registered, and given out amongst all – oh, the original taker got a percentage, and twenty percent is better than nothing, you know. That’s how you keep a sailor happy.

My dear second husband, he also issued some laws, I suppose, but they weren’t written down or very well enforced. What were they? Who knows. What does it matter? My laws were what mattered.

Eventually, of course, it became easier just to tax the local cities than to keep sacking them. Nicer for all concerned and not so much work for us. Bureaucracy will have its day, sooner or later, always.

That is how I came to be here, you know; several years ago, after I defeated their entire Navy, the government offered amnesty to pirates. Well they might; what other option did they have? But I was wealthy, so why should I continue to work when I was no longer a criminal? It was in 1810 that I left crime behind forever and opened this little gambling house. Here I am content, you know, and I think I will be until I die. Hopefully not for a long, long time!

Oh, I am called many things. I was born Shi Xianggu, and I am called Cheng I Sao, sometimes, but mostly I am known as Ching Shih – the Widow Ching, wife of two pirates, but a pirate empress myself.

(After all, it’s Talk Like A Pirate day, not Talk Like Every Pirate day. I chose Ching Shih.)

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September 18th, 2017

Posted by Monica Roberts

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August 28 would have been the start of the school year for my niece and other HISD school kids but Harvey changed that for the time being.

September 11 became the new start date for kids across HISD and my trans nieces and nephews in HISD and other Houston area school districts that had already started classes but were interrupted by the unwanted arrival of Harvey in the area.

The same happened for our college students in the Houston area, and UH, TSU and Rice restarted classes on September 5

The 2017-18 school year has already gotten off to a great start with the elite HBCU women's school Spelman College announcing they will be admitting trans feminine students starting in the 2018-19 school year.

Image result for transgender homecoming queenMy sisters Chyna Fierro, Amirage Shively and Sharron Cooks are furthering their educations at UTEP, U of L and Temple respectively, and I wish them and all trans and gender variant people doing so at the collegiate level a wonderful school year.

I hope I get the opportunity to write about more of our trans kids across the country breaking barriers and becoming homecoming or prom kings and queens, playing their fave sport as their true selves, making a cheerleading squad,  kicking butt in an academic contest, or becoming their school's valedictorian or salutatorian..

It's my hope you also just get through this school year and make new friends, get your education, and not have to deal with bullies, be they the school, faculty, administrative or right wing parental kind.  

I'm also giving my TBLGQ fam who are college professors, teachers and instructors some love as well who are doing the work of teaching the next generation of students.  By doing so, you are committing a revolutionary act along with the trans students being in class and getting their educations.

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Whether you do so openly as your true selves or are nondisclosed, continue to do what you do in terms of kicking knowledge to the kids as higher education comes under increasing attack from the conservafools and the faith based fools with Betsy DeVos ensconced as the new Secretary of (mis)Education continue their rush to idiocracy by attacking public education.

Here in the Lone Star State, having failed at the legislative level twice since January to get their anti-trans bans in place, the Texas Axis of Intolerance hatemongers are now shifting targets to attack the school districts.

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They have already tried and failed to stop pro-TBLGQ policies from being put in place in San Antonio ISD.

Happy 2017-18 school year TBLGQ family.  Whether you are starting your first day of elementary school or your first day of graduate school, I hope that you get through it with minimal drama and maximum opportunities to learn, expand your minds, make friends and grow as human beings.

May the same thing happen for your classmates, administrators, faculty and parents.

posted by [syndicated profile] transgriot_feed at 12:00pm on 18/09/2017

Posted by Monica Roberts

One of the things that I have noticed since the disastrous November 8 election that put 45 in the White House is the uptick in white supremacists feeling empowered to spout racist invective and act on expressing their bigot gene.

One enterprising white supremacist fool decided to do so in Seattle recently.  The still unidentified idiot was tracked by anti-fascists via social media as he rode the D Line and walked around the city proudly wearing a Nazi armband as he harassing people minding their own business.

After messing with a Black passenger on a Seattle bus, he got into a confrontation with other passersby who objected to his armband.
Then he made the mistake of stepping to another Black man who wasn't having it and knocked his white supremacist behind out cold with once punch.
'Master race' ,huh?  First your leader Richard Spencer gets punched, and now your weak behind gets put to sleep with one blow to the face.  

When y'all Nazis gonna learn not to phuck with Black people in this country?   Night -night white supremacist fool.

Here's another beautiful video of another Nazi getting knocked the f*** out to brighten your day.

H/T  Alternet.org, BuzzFeed

Gene Luen Yang, our National Ambassador for Young People's Literature, teamed up with the Children's Book Council, Every Child a Reader, Library of Congress, and Macmillan Children's Publishing Group to put together this program, Reading Without Walls.



Reading Without Walls "asks our young people to explore the world through books. Specifically, it challengers readers to do one of the following:

1. Read a book about a character who doesn't look like you or live like you.

2. Read a book about a topic you don't know much about.

3. Read a book in a format that you don't normally read for fun. This can be a chapter book, a graphic novel, a book in verse, or an audiobook."

As Gene says, "Let's all read without walls and see what happens. I bet it'll be something amazing!"

You can find out more here.

And while they launched back in April, it's really something for any month, any moment. Maybe especially this moment right now, whenever you're reading this. And I love the graphic – In our world with too many walls (and talk of more on the way) it's great how books are visualized as the way to not just see over the walls, but climb over the walls.

Thanks Gene.

Now let's all get reading!
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posted by [personal profile] copperbadge at 07:45am on 18/09/2017 under
Good morning everyone, and welcome to Radio Free Monday!

Before we start, a quick note because I've had a handful of issues with this lately -- if you want to bring a cause to my attention the best way to go about it is to fill out the Radio Free Monday form (also linked from the sidebar of my tumblr page). It's not just that I might not see a post tagged to me or that it saves me a ton of time, but also that it makes sure I get the information I need to describe the situation, link the appropriate pages, and name and gender people correctly.

The form doesn't ask many questions, doesn't pull any metadata (literally it doesn't even record the date you entered the information), and is as anonymous as you want it to be -- there are options for complete or partial anonymity for the person submitting the item.

Ways To Give:

[tumblr.com profile] prismatic-bell linked to a fundraiser for Congregation Beth Yeshurun and their attached day school, which were flooded by Hurricane Harvey, which hit two Jewish neighborhoods in Houston especially hard. The families are currently attending Temple Brith Israel, and the children from the day school have had to scatter among several schools temporarily. You can read more about the damage here, reblog here, give directly to the rebuilding fund, or purchase toys and learning materials or replacement books for the school directly through Amazon.

[tumblr.com profile] reesa-chan is preparing for surgery and gathering supplies to make recovery go as smoothly as possible, but they're coming up short on a few things and surgery is looming. They have a Amazon Wishlist available here and have their paypal giving page here.

Anon linked to a fundraiser for [tumblr.com profile] poplitealqueen, who is trying to help her mother get some experimental medical treatment which might allow her mobility without the use of a wheelchair. You can read more and reblog here (including links at the top to Patreon and Ko-fi) or give directly to their Ko-Fi here.

[tumblr.com profile] quinfirefrorefiddle linked to a fundraiser for [tumblr.com profile] niines9s, who is trying to escape an abusive home and needs funding for housing after graduation. They are offering commissions and also taking donations; you can read more, reblog, and find paypal information at their post.

Anon linked to news about a Christian group, Faithfully LGBT, who are fundraising to aid transgender people with gender-confirming surgeries as a way of atoning for religious discrimination against transgender people. You can read and reblog the story here or give directly to the Tithe Campaign here.

[tumblr.com profile] rilee16 is struggling to cover medical expenses after two head injuries last year, and has a fundraiser running to cover living expenses, previous medical bills, and a recent rent increase. You can read more and help out here.

News To Know:

Anon linked to a post called Saving Your Grades From A Mental Health Crisis, which is about what to do if you're in college and dealing with mental illness.

And this has been Radio Free Monday! Thank you for your time. You can post items for my attention at the Radio Free Monday submissions form. If you're not sure how to proceed, here is a little more about what I do and how you can help (or ask for help!). If you're new to fundraising, you may want to check out my guide to fundraising here.
September 17th, 2017
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I am finding September challenging in many ways. The whole back into termtime activities coupled with work continuing to be crazy busy with the prospect of it only really getting MORE busy steadily over the next... well I was going to say few months but probably the better part of a year.

But that's not a very good excuse for posting my August books on the 17th September. (Though my September list is going to be VERY short so maybe I should put them together!)

What else have I been doing? Open House London on Saturday involved some very beautiful sniffer dogs and Custom House. On Friday I saw God's Own Country in the cinema and you really should all go and see it and support it as an indie LGBT love story (and oh it really is every bit as hopeful as they say, Brokeback is a stupid thing to compare it to)

I saw Lady Day a couple of week's ago! Which was amazing too, Audra McDonald really disappeared into the role which was incredible to see. It's a slightly strange show in that really it's just a very long impression but it's so spectacularly well done and Billie had such an interesting life that it's hard to quibble with.

Going even further back I got to try out Mail Rail and the newly refurbished Postal Museum (teeny tiny underground trains that used to transport letters around London) and that was pretty cool and will make a great unusual day out when they iron out some of the engineering kinks. I also went with some work people to Banqueting House to try out their Lost Palace Audio Guide around the site of Whitehall Palace which was very clever and a lot of fun though I'm rather afraid that the group I was with slightly collapsed in giggles at the Cock Fighting section (there was a movement censor in the wooden audio unit we had and earlier it had been a sword but when they asked us to imagine it was a Cock and grasp it firmly with both hands and then shake it... well I made the mistake of meeting the eye of my bosses boss and and that was it)

So I've not been doing nothing! Just in between those things quietly freaking out about life in general. So nothing out of the usual.

Anyway. Books!

  • Orlando - Virginia Woolf
  • Screwtape Proposes a Toast and other pieces - C.S.Lewis
  • The Sun, The Moon & The Stars - Steven Brust
  • The Count of Monte Cristo - Alexandre Dumas
  • Giants at the End of the World - Johanna Sinisalo & Toni Jerrman (eds)
  • Shylock Is My Name - Howard Jacobson
  • The Gap of Time - Jeanette Winterson
  • Anne of Green Gables - L.M. Montgomery
  • Anne of Avonlea - L.M. Montgomery
  • Anne of the Island - L.M. Montgomery
  • Anne of Windy Poplars - L.M. Montgomery

  • Anne's House of Dreams - L.M. Montgomery
  • Anne of Ingleside - L.M. Montgomery
  • Rainbow Valley - L.M. Montgomery
  • Rilla of Ingleside - L.M. Montgomery


August reviews )
September 16th, 2017
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Wow, you guys, the me of 2014 was such a good bro, he bought an extra three years of premium-level warranty coverage on his laptop.

I wasn’t even looking for whether I was still covered by warranty, I just assumed I wasn’t, but I went to Dell’s website to get the model number of my laptop so I could look up how to open it up properly and fix the terrible groaning noise my fan is making. And Dell was like hey, here’s your model number, also your warranty is good through June of 2018. 

I’m still gonna try to open it up and fix the fan myself, but if I can’t, I can send it in and get the fan fixed AND get a repair on the housing that’s starting to crack. 

Good job, 2014 Sam. You had no idea the crazy shit that was ahead of you but by god you knew you’d need three years of warranty. You and me, buddy, we’re fucking killing it in the adulting department lately. 

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The Virginia state elections are happening on November 7, and if you live in the Commonwealth of Virginia and haven't handled your electoral business, bust a move and handle it before it's too late.

Been interesting to see 32 year old Danica Roem make her historic bid to become the first out trans person in the US to get elected to a state legislature and become the first to do so since Althea Garrison was elected to the Massachusetts state legislature in 1990.

Roem is taking on District 13 long time incumbent Del. Bob Marshall (R), who is a longtime enemy of the TBLGQ community and has justifiably earned the nickname he hates in 'Bigot Bob'.

Image result for bob marshall virginiaThe 73 year old Marshall is a prime example of what I'm talking about when I say that the most dangerous bigot is the one who has the power to write legislation.  

He sponsored Virginia's anti-gay marriage ban that was approved by a majority of Virginia voters in 2006 and was in effect until it was struck down in federal court and has been a longtime champion of anti- TBLGQ causes.  

In 2015 he tried to get a bill passed that would have legalized discrimination against Virginia's TBLGQ community in hotels, restaurants, schools, hospitals, government agencies and businesses.

In this recent legislative session he sponsored Virginia's attempt to pass an anti-trans bill modeled on North Carolina's HB 2 that thankfully died.

Marshall, who have been in the Virginia House of Delegates since 1992 representing this northern Virginia district that covers Prince William and Manassas counties, has been a proud foe of our community.

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So it's hypocritical that  Marshall is now crying crocodile white tears because he's being called 'Bigot Bob' while in the same breath, his transphobic behind is misgendering his Democratic opponent and refusing to debate her.

I guess when you've been so busy using your legislative power to oppress people, it doesn't leave you time to learn what the actual issues are that affect your district, huh?

Good luck trying to use her trans feminine status to 'scurr' people into voting for you.   She's already winning the fundraising battle by a 5-1 margin at the local, state and national levels because there are a lot of people, especially in the TBLGQ community that want you gone.

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It would be exceedingly delicious to me as a trans woman to see on November 7 Bigot Bob get taken down by a trans woman.   Danica has definitely demonstrated in the primary campaign that she handily won over four opponents and in this general election campaign that she does have a keen grasp of those issues, and that's probably why he's avoiding her.

Bigot Bob can run, but he can't hide forever, and he will have to face Danica Roem sooner or later. He can either do it now, or when he's making his concession speech on November 7

Another group of people he'll have to face on November 7 is the voters of District 13, which went solidly for Clinton in last year's presidential election

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