Feeling Called Out Today

feeling called out today

credit: _ADWills

My uterus is haunted

Snippet from my queer polyamorous romance novel, Community Witch - an unapologetically trope-y, cozy, and relationship-driven romance story about the healing from trauma, found family, and joyful queer relationships. (Looking to publish next year.) --- Aspen snorted. “What am I even going to do about tonight? I don’t know that it’s a date, but if it is… what do I do about coffee with Rav next week?”

Becks’ answering sigh was a mix of fond and exasperated. “First, it’s coffee, not a betrothal. Second, porque no los dos?”

“What?”

“It means ‘why not both’.”

“I know perfectly well what it means. But--”

Becks cut Aspen off. “You can date more than one person.”

Aspen scoffed. “I’m still not convinced I’m not too much of a disaster for one relationship, let alone two.”

“Look. Stop being a weirdo and go get dinner with the hot jock, okay?” Aspen heard Rachel yell something in the background, which Becks then repeated for Aspen’s benefit. “And send photos.”“I will not,” Aspen said firmly, then hung up.

I fucking love language

A little something for Linguistics Tumblr.

So the Crunchyroll newsroom isn't a "room" so much as a Slack channel. We have news writers all over the US, in Australia, and in Japan. This means we have something akin to 'round-the-clock coverage, but it also means that our schedules respective to each other are skewed. For example, when the East Coast contingent is starting their day, the Japan contingent is shutting down for the evening.

Because of that, we started experimenting with greetings that could apply when Party A was coming in for the morning and Party B was leaving for the night. One person came up with "konbarning": a combination of "good morning" and "konban wa" ("good evening" in Japanese). It stuck.

Over the following months, "konbarning" got shortened to "barning" and other permutations. Now, a year or some later, this is how we announce our arrival:

Fucking hell

Yes. This. Forever.

the ever terrifying and exhausting cycle of “i don’t want to share my writing bc it feels disheartening when not many people are interested in it” and “i have to post the writing for people to become interested in it”

I'm starting T in a couple days and have been experimenting with packing, and...

From a sensory perspective it's SO NICE and weirdly soothing

But packing outside the house while I'm still pre-T, holy fuck is my washroom anxiety through the fucking roof.

Like last night I was nearly in tears because I took my husband to the theater to celebrate our anniversary and a bunch of lazy straight people were lining up for the TWO all gender washrooms instead of walking downstairs, and they were all giving me funny looks as the only visibly trans person waiting to pee.

And then an usher came over and was reminding people that there are multi stall washrooms downstairs and most of the straight people decamped except for the lazy Boomer Karen in front of me who kept looking at me because now it was very obvious WHY I was waiting.

So now I'm crying in my kitchen because my husband wants us to go to the pool and I honestly wish I didn't ever have to think about gendered washrooms / change rooms again.