trash day

http://lettersfromtitan.com/2011/03/04/its-almost-spring-trash-day/

Patty wound up in the wrong city, my elitist New York childhood haunts me, queer politics, buy bread, and hey, can we talk about the Red Skull?

Writer's Block: Life's lessons

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In the first 15 minutes of the first time our class went to ice-skating, I was scared. I mean, slipping about on ice with knives on your feet is scary. I'd never even seen ice-skating in person before. I didn't know it would be cold, so I crept around the edges of the rink, holding on so I wouldn't fall.

You told me, in those first fifteen minutes that I was too scared to learn, pulled me off the ice and called my parents and told them I could no longer attend this activity. You weren't even the ice-skating teacher, just my homeroom teacher.

Too scared to learn, you told me. I was five. I still can't ice skate, and I don't really care, but I believed I was too scared to do anything (despite fighting against it) for twenty years.

I'm pretty amazing, but what, I wonder, would I have been without you? Maybe even more.

Believe it or not, I think of you every time I hear a couple of lines from Fairytale of New York:

I could have been someone.
Well, so could anyone.

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Thank you, Internet. Just... thank you.

LfT

http://lettersfromtitan.com/2011/03/04/can-we-please-get-a-barbershop-for-dykes-around-here/