rm | sundries

Oh there are new Torchwood promo pictures in Gay Times, and they are happy-making. If you care, you've probably already seen them.

I've had a couple of conversations that have almost been awful but have turned out well in the end about how to be a good LGBTQ ally over the last couple of days. I've never had to do that before in the "no, you don't get a cookie" and "please don't police our emotional responses to discrimination" sense. Interesting stuff which leads me to say if I've ever been the person who needed the wack with the clue-by-four when it comes to stuff about being anti-racist and trying to be an ally to PoC: thank you for your patience (and sorry that you needed it). I have a whole new perspective now. This shit wore me down in about ten minutes. Oh my god. (But seriously, props to the people I had those LGBTQ conversations with.)

I'm working about a thing about prop 8, that's also very much about female identity/autonomy/signifiers of adulthood/ownership. I'm not sure if it's going to come together or not. I want it to, I'm really happy with the idea of it, but it's probably the most convoluted interlacing of topics I've tried I a while.

My gorgeous white gown will be here probably Friday. But I probably won't be wearing it out this weekend, as I should wear suit to Duchess thing.

Patty is awesome. She will also be home Monday.

I've had 4 hours of sleep thanks to work gone wrong. I don't even want to discuss the condition I'm in right now.

No specific garden updates, but everything is continuing to do well. Actually, I'm realizing it's wednesday and 3pm, I should actually go buy the other planned plants.

Oh yes, and I forgot to mention,