Yeah, I was angry last Thursday. And not because I heard about how lawmakers in North Carolina repealed that infamous “Bathroom Law” law that not only required transgender people in government and public buildings to use the restrooms that goes with the gender on their birth certificate, but also prevented local municipalities (like, say, Charlotte) to enact anti-discrimination policies — which, in turn, led to North Carolina losing a lot of lucrative business (like, say, college sports championships).
I really, really wanted to write about another topic in this post, but it’s a somewhat complex topic that can wait for another day. But I will be able here to clear out a couple of bookmarks related to..
Yep, Supergirl! I must be upfront that although I will watch an episode or two of a comic book-inspired show or motion picture on television, I don’t make a regular habit of tuning in, Supergirl included. (Note to self: It’s good to diversify your TV habits away from all sports all the time.) Part of the reason is that I’m preoccupied by other adult things, sorry. However, I must single out Supergirl for the route it has taken in its second and current season, with episodes obliquely or downright directly tackling real life issues we mortal earthlings are currently facing. Earlier this month, Supergirl aired an episode that had vividly clear and unadulterated parallels to the real life issue of welcoming and tolerating immigrants in the United States. And back in November — right after You Know Who was elected You Know What — one of the show’s significant characters, Alex Danvers (AKA the adoptive sister of Kara/Supergirl), disclosed her attraction for another woman in an episode that was a real pick-me-up from a distressing and horribly impacting election.
An open letter to my supervisor at work (I know who they are, and by the end of this post, you, in a way, will know her as well):
First off, thank you for the annual bonus. I know everyone in our company receives one every year, and I know the money will give my bank account a boost. But this letter isn’t about that. I should advise you that though I will be at work tomorrow (March 8), my mind won’t be. Why, you ask?
That’s right, I’m sure you’ve heard about A Day Without a Woman by now. I’m sure, too, you’ve heard about that big march that happened back in January, not only here in Madison but in Washington and around the world. Continue reading
I don’t need to tell you that we live in a time where it seems that everyone’s at each others’ throats, figuratively speaking, of course. It’s become so easy for anyone to to deliver an unwarranted word or two (or several) filled with prejudice, misogyny, and downright hatred toward someone based on their viewpoints and beliefs well as their actual or perceived backgrounds or life experiences, not to mention gender or sexual identity.
I want to devote this quick post to a comment a reader left on a couple of my posts this week. I did not approve their comments as I thought the comments section wasn’t an appropriate place to address their pretty good inquiry. Luckily, I’m one to think long and hard about their questions can devote a new post to the answers.
I won’t single out this person by name or gender, but I will describe what they said they were: They are into crossdressing; they had recently relocated to the Madison, Wisconsin area; and they were inquiring about crossdresser-friendly social groups and organizations in Madison. They also asked about any places in Madison where a crossdresser would be socially accepted.
My previous post was rather obliquely about the Women’s March that occurred here in Madison last Saturday (January 21), but… wait, you thought the only Women’s March occurred in Washington last weekend? I’ll just presume you weren’t paying attention to the news, because in nearly 600 locales here in the United States and worldwide, millions of people took to the streets to highlight very important issues in society, including but not limited to health care, environment, and women’s and racial issues, as well as stand up to the very ugly, hateful, and misogynistic culture that the new leadership the U.S., fronted by a certain thin-orange-skinned leader, is so easily propagating.
Well, it’s now official: You Know Who is now You Know What. Yes, you know who I’m talking about when I say You Know Who. I referred to him by his actual initials a couple of posts back, but I detest the man so much I’m not going to even refer to him that way here.
Well, tomorrow (January 20), you know who will ascend to you know what. Oh, don’t deny you don’t know who I’m referring to; we all know what’s been going down the past 2+ months and what will go down tomorrow. It has been and will be an earth-shattering adjustment we’ll all have to deal with.
If there’s one word that’s been running through my mind the past couple of months, it’s “uncertainty.” We know there will be damage done over the next 4 years; we just don’t know what kind of damage, nor do we know how much or how severe it will be.
I think it’s human nature for uncertainty to plague a person’s mind. I think it’s also natural to give uncertainty a physical, or at least visual, representation.
“The Great Unknown”
I enjoyed these years of warmth
I loved being bathed in all this happiness
I wish I could enjoy it more
But I can’t
It’s not that I don’t want to stay out here
And enjoy more of this warmth
It’s just that I have to go inside
Where it’s very cold
Honestly, I can’t see what’s in there
But I’ve heard of what awaits me:
Hate towards me
Hate towards others like me
All because we’re not like them
The “them” that await inside
No, I can’t see what’s inside
But I know for sure what’s inside
And it’s what I see in front of me:
Darkness upon Darkness
Absolute, unadulterated darkness
Darkness we can’t see with our eyes
I am afraid
I am truly afraid
Afraid of how this darkness will hurt me
And how it will hurt others like me
For this darkness is just waiting to attack us
And destroy us
Until it’s victorious
And sees nothing that “threatens” them
I know, I know
I must go into this darkness
But I can’t go
At least not without you
You are just like me
Or at least supportive of me
As I am supportive of you
So take my hand
Please, take my hand
We can’t survive alone
In this dark, dark Great Unknown
But I know we’ll be stronger
And make it through much better
If we go in there together
I try my darndest to not get specifically too political on this blog, aside from expressing the occasional broad thought about some news of great national or international import. But there’s something gnawing in my mind the past several weeks… er, actually the past year and a half or so that I so desperately need to express at this point in time, out of fear that it’ll be too late if I don’t. I must preface this by saying I’m not the brightest and most adept of political commentators; if you want analysis that’s more direct and a little more well thought out, go read Politico or Huffington Post. I must also note that I will try to synthesize these thoughts in a grounded though somewhat whimsical way; it’s all I can do to approach such serious matters.