A Preface to Motion

GOD I AM BAD AT UPDATING although to be fair, I'm bad at updating on EVERY site, so

+ SCHOOL IS SO GREAT I'M SO GLAD TO BE BACK and omg just my academic life is great and my friends are great and I'm learning and back with people who get me and it's so great. I'm taking Slavery in the Americas (which is with a new professor and is an... experience. I know how I would teach the class differently so that's a thing,) In Search of America (the American Studies course required for my minor, which is a party,) and an independent study where my academic braintwin and I are examining representations of the American Revolution in children's historical fiction. I'm also auditing German Society and Film and it's a party that makes me happy and we're talking about gender this week and watching Hirschfeld's Different From the Others and

- I miss studying gay things so fucking much. it hurts me sometimes, especially because we're brushing against it in German and just. ffff. it's such an important part of me. I was explaining some queer history stuff to Todd, my German professor, and finally at the end he looked at me and was like "...this is kinda your baby, isn't it?" and yes, it's my baby, because it's my history and it's so important to me.

+ I am, however, embarking on a new venture I'm calling Queercentrism 2015, where every piece of media I consume, I view through a queercentric lens. Legit, I sit back after a movie (and I'm watching a lot of movies this term) and just say "How can we queer this?" It makes things a little better.

- it's housing application time for theme houses and this process is ALWAYS INCREDIBLY STRESSFUL because I feel like I have to defend the house's existence and my existence in it and I hate it I hate it I hate it

- I've had this headache two nights in a row now and it's so annoying

+ I submitted a paper I wrote to a journal? so that's a thing? we'll see

I think that's pretty much everything.

YOU KNOW WHAT THAT MEANS

MOTHERFUCKING FACTS TIME

- when he was an older man, Thomas Jefferson was out walking with a younger woman whom he happened to admire. Wanting to impress her, he tried to leap over a fence but instead fell and severely injured his hand, requiring months to fully heal

- Harry S Truman nearly choked to death on a peach pit when he was three years old. His mother saved him by forcing the pit down his throat with her hands

- both of William Taft's parents had hoped he had been born a girl

- Andrew Jackson had a habit of slobbering well into his teens

- Ulysses S Grant remained nameless for a month after his birth until his parents settled on his legal name: Hiram Ulysses Grant (HUG)

- Benjamin Harrison had his named misspelled on the program for his commencent- at which he was the main speaker

AND SO MANY MORE. If you comment with your favorite president, I will give you a fact/short story about them AND I WILL TRY NOT TO MAKE IT ONE OF THE OBVIOUS STORIES like 'Washington didn't have wooden teeth' (actually his teeth were made of animal bones and/or the teeth of slaves, and he had one tooth in his head that was his but we don't know where in his mouth it was) I will aim for the more obscure so you can be a presidential hipster or something.

REGARDLESS I HOPE YOU HAVE THE MOST MARVELLOUS DAY EVER AND I LOVE YOU ALL SO MUCH!!!!! :D :D :D

Dear internet: I need help.

So I am co-president of my school's GSA, yes? And we run a blog, so people who can't come to meetings can still see what we talked about at meetings (okay so in reality the blog just started this summer, but that's its intent). I am primarily in charge of the blog, because I am the information monarch of the club. We've made a couple of posts this summer, about Pride Month and Stonewall and stuff.

We got our first comments... yesterday? Two days ago? I can't even really remember. But they said the following:
( cut for hate speech )

Now, the other leader of the club and I aren't SURPRISED we've received these comments. We sort of expected it. We didn't allow them to be posted, we created a document for such comments/incidents and recorded it and we disabled anonymous commenting on the blog. But now we're stuck at this weird impasse of what to do next.

Do we not make any comment about it? Do we do a blog post explaining the outline of what happened? We're trying to be careful here, but just discussing between the two of us, it feels like we're doomed if we do and doomed if we don't. If we talk about it on the blog, it's just fuel for them to say we're shoving our views down their throats--and it will also come out that we deleted them, and they'll say we're "cutting into their First Amendment rights". If we don't say anything, no visibility happens and they think we're just going to lie down and take it.

Basically, we need advice. What should we do? We've gone over our options so many times nothing sounds right and you all out there are intelligent, level-headed people. Please help us?

Thank you in advance. <3

HI INTERNET. This is me breaking up my "OMG PRONOUN CHANGE" posts with a meme! So. Celebrate that. 'Cause we'll be back with news-style update stuff probs tomorrow.

SO. THIS IS MEME. IT WILL BE FUN. But with most types of fun, there are rules. Because without rules, someone will ALWAYS LOSE AN EYE. THIS IS A TRUE FACT.

1. Click on this link. It will take you to my character page.

2. Isn't my character page lovely? Feast your eyes/eye/visual organ thing on my list. Admire it. ADMIRE IT. I COMMAND YOU TO ADMIRE IT.

3. Have you admired it? If no, please see the previous step. If yes, come back to this page. COME BAAAAAAAAAAACK. Click on the 'Leave a comment' button and leave me a comment. In that comment, because this is a meme, you should probably have a prompt of some kind for a short ficlet, and if the fancy so strikes you, PUNCH IT IN THE FACE. And then maybe pair your prompt with a character of mine, if you desire that.

4. Go back to doing whatever you were doing that is probably more productive than anything I am currently doing. Give me some time to write a response to your prompt, either with the character you designated or a character of my own choosing. MWAHAHAHA.

5. Eventually, a notif will probably pop into your inbox with a link to a page where I have post a ficlet that I wrote with your prompt. READ IT! Or not, as you feel the impulse. nbdizzle!

YAY MEME. Repost as you please, because I love leaving prompts. And other stuff. I need to go make a journal and then maybe write and then, uh. other stuff.

I should be doing homework, but I don't really feel like it, and if I don't write this now I don't know if it'll ever get done.

The English teacher I have a huge grudge against (he's kind of the one who pushed me to socialized and made me cry and by proxy has traumatized me to the point where I have difficulty looking him in the eye) made a speech today as part of a promotion for a suicide prevention walk. There are intensely personal reasons for his doing this, and while I won't go into those here very much, he did end up discussing his own fight with mental illness briefly. He then talked about how great the therapy he has received in the ensuing years has been for him, and he went on to explain that here on campus we have a great community of counselors and teachers and friends. He concluded that bit by saying "Just remember, you are not alone here."

This, of course, lead to me smiling bitterly in my pew. Because to my knowledge, I am alone--not in the world, of course, but certainly here at school. I've sought out the counseling services here at school, and they're just not equipped for kids like me--kids who aren't cisgender, or kids who are intensely uncomfortable with their own bodies. It turns into a huge talk, as I'm trying desperately to educate the person I'm seeing in the hopes that she'll be able to find some kind of solution. But even the terminology I'm using to describe myself is beyond her, and in the end I know that really, there's nothing she can do, or anyone can do. It's why I don't find it necessary to come out to people, because I know that even if they know, there's nothing they can do. It's not going to change anything in the way they view me--they'll still refer to me with female pronouns, still call me by my given name, still think of me as a girl. And that's fine, because they shouldn't change their entire perspective just for me.

But that knowledge doesn't make the discomfort--I hesitate to call it dysphoria, because I imagine it's a 150 times worse for other people, therefore I can't really be dysphoric--go away. This week especially has been bad--Sunday and Monday I was practically sick I was so uncomfortable, and today I was just. Uncomfortable. And I want to reach out, but there's no one to reach out to--because the people that know are either too busy or can't do anything anyway, not even sympathize. I know that all gender experiences are intensely personal, so you can't really know what the other person is going through, but there is some comfort to be found in having someone else say "I went through something like this, and it sucks, but it's going to be okay." And there's no one like that here. I'm willing to educate, and I do as much educating as I can, but sometimes I get tired of leading the way and I just want to listen to someone tell me how the hell you do this, or how I CAN do this.

It's just. I don't know. Stupid, because I shouldn't be this focused on it, but it's so hard to ignore sometimes. I feel like the dumbest teenager in the world saying this, but here? I am alone.

HI GUYS. I'm going on vacation tomorrow. I KNOW, SAAAAD. It'll be pretty fun, though. I'm excited. I haven't seen my cousins in a long time, and they're awesome people. It's a bummer my sister and my mom can't stay for the whole time, but it's still gonna be fun.

ANYWAY. That was only half the reason for this post. I mean. It's good to let you all know that. So you know I haven't died, 'cause I dunno if we'll have internet. I'm bringing my computer, but dunno if there's free intarbutts or whatever. Anyway.

The other reason for this post is I WANT MOAR PROMPTS, GUYS. I know, I've still got some, but SHINY NEW PROMPTS. I want them. I like them. Please? *wibble face?*

Anyway. Y'all probs know how this shiz goes by now, but I'm gonna make some rules anyway BECAUSE WITHOUT RULES EVERYTHING WOULD BE CHAOTIC ANARCHY. O.O

THIS TIN READS: THIS IS A MEME.

HOW TO MAKE SAID MEME WORK:

1) Click on this link. It will take you to my CHARACTER LIST.

2) Celebrate that you have clicked.

3) Find INSPIRING STUFF. Like, I dunno. Quotes. Or song lyrics. Or random phrases from your Russian phrase book. (If you choose the last thing, please translate for me. I do not speak Russian. Sadface.)

4) PUT A CHARACTER NAME FROM MY LIST INTO A COMMENT. THEN PUT SOME FITTING INSPIRING THING NEXT TO THE CHARACTER'S NAME. Then leave the rest up to me--I shall write you some ficlet thing.

5) YOU CAN PARTY. And be happy. I KNOW I WILL BE. YAAAAAAY.

Stolen from Riley

1. Go to my Character List.
2. Pick a character.
3. I will ramble until there's no tomorrow about said character.
4. If you'd like, after knowing more about the character, throw a character or a prompt at them.
5. Dance.

Shut up. I know I should be studying. I have new notebooks. WHAT'S YOUR EXCUSE? :|

(Yes I stole it word for word from Beka. Hush. EVERYONE IS JUDGING ME, GAAAAWD. ;_; ...I am so weird.)

Writing Meme! Very easy!

1) Pick a canon, a pairing, or a character you know I write, or at least know. Go look at my list of characters if you need some ideas/help.
2) Comment with said canon, pairing, or character and a song lyric. Can be a single line, a verse, the chorus, whatever you like.
3) Repeat as desired.

Then I will use those song lyrics as a prompt and write you fic! Yaaaaay!

And, of course, alternately:
( The Alphabet Meme! )