86. The Week in Me
This one's for the foot(note) fetishists.
Can we skip this part?
I had a very bad weekend.
Can we skip this part?
I’m reading a chapter from my novel at this Brooklyn event, and you are invited.
Before the recommendations, some charitable missions:
I came across this chicken in need of help, and sent some money his sweet way:
Armory of Harmony recommissions firearms into musical instruments while advocating for access to music programming in schools. I learned about this thanks to
‘s newest d’varling, here.To watch:
My friend Mike wrote about the passing of Richard M. Sherman, renown songwriter most known for his contributions to the Disney catalog. In this piece from his own blog naming his favorite Sherman compositions, he included “Feed the Birds” and listening to this song for the first time in many, many years leveled me. I am in what feels like a fatal CPTSD hole1…and this song brought me a moment of hope. The humanity I feel a deadly dearth of right now. Here’s Julie’s:
Summer House, about a season a day on some of these depraved dark days of mine. Please tell me immediately in the comments if you also watch Summer House. Danielle voicing concern for Lindsay and Carl’s relationship timeline is exactly how I lost my best friend and may in fact have been what garroted my fucking soul this weekend. I don’t get West. He is a hobbit who fumbled CIARA MILLER. Go have second breakfast and hem your pants, I’m SICK. If I got to redo my entire life I would be Paige DeSorbo. I will fight Carl Radke and his veneers in hell, but I would have invested in his sober sports bar. I may be the only person that wants Chris Leoni back on the show. I don’t want to fight his veneers. I think they’re fine!
To listen:
Drop everything you’re holding including your phone, and then pick it up and stream the new Little Hag single 73 times. Or else.
I will KILL you.
To read:
I grabbed lunch with my new friend
last week. It was so lovely to meet a new friend. Did I forget what that felt like? This is her blog, and if you are looking for a thoughtful, eager guide to making the most of your time in New York I recommend :
I have not felt the most held in friendship during this CPTSD cycle - I had thought that maybe a friend would come over with a pizza, or take me out to karaoke. And no. I have had friends do lovely things to show me that I am loved2, but depression tells you everyone hates you and no one would give a shit if you keeled over tomorrow. So I’m putting out applications for more friends, new friends who want to go out during the week, and who want to build consistent connection. Apply below, I guess?
This essay made me so sad, through no fault of
’s own. I miss my best friend and I wish our singler, less sedentary nights.A long read by Zavier Nunn on “Trans Liminality and the Nazi State.” Here is the abstract: “Weimar Berlin is considered a past haven of queer possibility, but for trans people its permissiveness had clear limits. A close reading of the life of trans woman Gerd R. undermines a simple idealization of Weimar Berlin and addresses continuities and breaks between the Weimar Republic and Nazi Germany.
How the Nazi state policed trans people is yet to be acknowledged by historians. Thus far, trans people have been subsumed into histories of queer persecution. Yet, if they had ‘Aryan’ racial status and were not considered homosexual, some trans people could avoid the worst of Nazi violence. If they had significant utilitarian value in their ability to perform skilled work, they could even be considered for rehabilitation into the Volksgemeinschaft. R.’s treatment therefore demonstrates the heterogeneous nature of Nazi policy and persecution in practice. Her contradictory and complex position within the Nazi societal matrix serves to undermine the coherence of the racial state paradigm and reasserts the vagueness and malleability of the Volksgemeinschaft model. This microhistorical analysis offers a new perspective on gender and sexuality in Weimar and Third Reich historiography, and foregrounds unexpected ways that trans liminality highlights incoherencies in Nazi state practice.”
Some affecting poems by
:
This is literally just Simoney and her little kisses:
This is literally just Lugosi:
Actually my babies:
Various and sundry:
An off-the-shoulder moment?
To quote Dorit Kemsley, “Honestly very chic!”
For Erinn:
Get. My ass. In a pool. Expeditiously. 🔪
From Matt: I hope you all feel as beautiful and worthy as this sweet Pugasus.
Love you bitches,
TG
I’m safe, I’m safe. The day I met the causes of my CPTSD recurrence, a violent tragedy befell a friend of mine. A murder. And that murder is not something I should make about me, god no, it is so worse a tragedy to so many others but with all my heart I wish I had taken it as an omen that no joy or goodness or love could come from that day. That murder showed me the darkness of this world. I will never be the same after the experience of seeing my innocent and undeserving friend threatened and mocked and hounded by reporters. I will never be the same after knowing the people I sat across from when I gaped at the news on Instagram. It was a habitual flick to the app after answering the text I asked Matt to send me if I wasn’t home by a certain time - I had a feeling about the person I made plans with, and asked for a way out if I needed one. I wore a mini flail on my hip for fuck’s sake - I knew something was off about this person. There now is an understanding of the eldritch world that I can not cast elsewhere. And these vultures revealed carrion of me. And there are days, hours, moments, that I feel no strength but to shrug into their victory.
I am safe, but I am in pain.
A friend sent a gift from literally Bill Hader, for one, and for two, my friend Matthew, who has been y’know trained in combat warfare, refers to ***** and his friend who came onto me in that fucking hotel room as “Unmarked Grave 1” and “Unmarked Grave 2.” I do not want any violence to befall either of them, as a matter of fact I love and miss Unmarked Grave 1 all the fucking time, I worry I will grieve him all my life, but it’s nice to know that someone cares enough to drop a ho at my behest.
That Armory of Harmony sounds pretty cool. I'll have to check them out.
Sending hugs to you from "Bawston".