Patty has chosen a living situation in Cardiff and I believe is moving in there today. There are chickens. Someone, please use the chickens detail in a Torchwood fic.
Dress has been altered thanks to marchek. After I bought shoes for it, which were higher than I intended but are super comfy, and an industrial bra that basically takes me form a B-cup to a DD-cup, I decided it didn't need to be shortened, it just needed to be nipped in slightly on one side, and it has been. So it looks great, even if it's pure technology. Perhaps, that's entirely suitable.
I fear I am getting Patty's cold. Add to this that I need to get up at 4am tomorrow because of one of those vagaries of media-related employment and I'm full of dread. Mostly, I just need to power through the event tomorrow night, and then if I get sick, I get sick, although I'd rather manage to power through this whole week -- what with the Paley Center and the Inception rehearsal.
We haven't gotten any mail at the house in several days, which is pretty unusual. Should I be concerned about this in a "some asshole did a change of address on me" or something similar way?
Last night I tried to start my "It Gets Better" video. I've run into a few problems, including that most of the anti-gay bullying I experienced was during my completely horrific freshman year of college; that's not very promising is it? Maybe I should be vague. Also, somewhere towards the end of messing with it last night I sort of had a "Oh, this is how iMovie works!" breakthrough that has now led me to being all "scrap this, story board, start again, be awesome!" which on on hand is unnecessary, but on the other hand, does speak to greater cogency. Also, the power of editing is awesome, because it helps the directorial imagination, but wow, I HATE EDITING. At least with iMovie. It's a patience thing. MAKE IT GO. GRah.
What's being sold in ads that feature "female empowerment"? I generally hate those ads. To some people they're inspiring. To me they say "you're nothing, but if you buy this thing, you can feel like you have one tiny little choice in the world."
"The Ecstasy of Grief" by eleusis_walks: an essay on the death of Jenny Calendar in Buffy which I'm linking to for my own reference because it's about death stuff.
I keep thinking I should do an "it gets better" video complete with ASL, but there is so much WTF shitfuckery in my past, and I'm not sure my signing is up to the job, and I don't have the video equipment for it anyway.
But mostly it's that there are still scars from that time in my life that I'm really not ready to poke at yet, even 20 years later.
You remind me that I need to caption my video when I do it, so thank you for commenting. I have a few queer friends who are part of communities that use ASL. I'll make sure the local ones know they can use my tech if they want to do something.
Yes. The other piece, which I jogged into place this morning by a post by a queer PoC is that... when your life is intersectional, it doesn't always Get Better. You just get better at coping, and at finding people to support you in the ways you need it. But that's not something one needs to hear when one is staring at the knife/pill-bottle/whathaveyou, y'know? That's something you discuss after you've talked them down from the crisis and have them in a safer space.
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Date: 2010-09-26 08:17 pm (UTC)But mostly it's that there are still scars from that time in my life that I'm really not ready to poke at yet, even 20 years later.
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Date: 2010-09-26 08:20 pm (UTC)You remind me that I need to caption my video when I do it, so thank you for commenting. I have a few queer friends who are part of communities that use ASL. I'll make sure the local ones know they can use my tech if they want to do something.
Thank you for posting this.
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Date: 2010-09-27 02:36 pm (UTC)