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Saturday, April 13th, 2013
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if you want me to add you, leave a comment.
shows & whatnot:
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Saturday, September 8th, 2012
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TRANSITION STUFF:
Surgeon - http://www.drchristinemcginn.com/services/srs/hysterectomy.asp
Payment! - http://jimcollinsfoundation.org/
( Read more... )
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ZINE!! - [Please forward this email as widely as possible - I want people all over the world to know about this]
If you are a transsexual, transgender, or gender variant person who has physically transitioned outside of the traditional route, WE WANT YOUR STORY!
For people who wish to physically transition - to change their body in ways related to their gender - there is an established route - a highway if you will - that we are expected to follow. The highway first passes through a place called "therapy" where you are supposed to talk to a shrink and get a diagnosis of "Gender Identity Disorder". Then, the next stop is a doctor (maybe an endocrinologist) where you can get a prescription for hormones and tests to follow up on your hormone levels. Next, you are supposed to drive endlessly through a land called "real life test" before you are able to reach a surgeon who can make certain changes to your body. If you make it out the other side of surgery, you are finally able to access rights such as a legal gender change, access to single-gender spaces, etc.
Of course, this highway is filled with roadblocks, checkpoints, and toll booths that serve to prevent people from proceeding along it. Many folk who wish to reach the end are stopped in their tracks, and cannot proceed further. This could be because they are short on funds, because they work in the sex industry, because they have a medical or psychiatric diagnosis that prevents them from accessing hormones, or because they simply are unwilling to pass through some of the stops on
the way to get where they're going. Thus, many of us end up taking detours and back roads in order to get where we're going. We forge letters from doctors or psychiatrists; we access hormones via the internet or the street; we find non-medical ways to alter our body.
My goal in this zine is to provide people with a map of these back roads. While it is fairly easy to find quality information on what we can expect while travelling along the main highway, there is a distinct lack of information about the more minor routes. It's not clear which routes are safe, or even which routes will actually get us where we're going. That's where you come in. If you've traveled one of these minor routes, and gotten where you're going, tell us about it so that more
can follow behind you. If you've tried to venture off the highway and gotten
stuck in a ditch, tell us about it so that others will not follow in your path. If you've deviated at all from the main highway, others will want to know how that went.
Send your submissions to back.roads.zine@gmail.com. We will make every effort to make sure that your contribution remains anonymous, and will publish your submission without your name or any other identifying information, unless you wish to be identified. Please send submissions before November 1, 2009, although late submissions may be accepted.
Email back.roads.zine@gmail.com if you have any questions about this project.
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Trans Suicide Prevention - http://www.masstpc.org/publications/suicideprevention.shtml
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Friday, September 24th, 2010
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Wednesday, September 15th, 2010
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Tuesday, August 3rd, 2010
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Monday, January 25th, 2010
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putting this here so i don't lose it. hmmm kinda interested.
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call for submission for Riot Grrl Life Zine
Body: they on our top friends list. so if you have something to say read below...
With the first issue done, Were starting work on Issue two.
Heres YR chance to get some of yr work in the zine.
We are accepting, poetry, art work (Scribbles and all that). photographs, stories, essays, and anything you think would work in our zine.
We also have a specific call to Riot-GUYS! I want to know what yr thoughts are of guys in the feminist community, how are yall accepting, do you call yrself a feminist and why you do or dont...anything about you being in the feminist/riotgrrrl world.
Next issue will be about double the size of the current issue, It will be full of our views on the world and news stories. Info about our rights, more rad bands to get into, awesome poetry, essays, stories of yr life in this world. So why not be apart of this all and contribute something to the zine?! we cant offer much, But you get a free copy of the zine when its done and YR piece out there in the world.
So to contribute email us what ya have at: riotgrrrlife@gmail.com or send us a message if your wanting to mail us drawings or other pieces!
PS. If YR in a band and want a CD reviewed, Hit us up with how to get that done!
-Elizabeth
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Wednesday, November 25th, 2009
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i haven't heard from Lorne since Saturday. It's not that unusual for us to go a few days without texting or whatever, but I'm wondering this time if he's grumpy at me for calling him out on a statement he made Friday night that totally reeked of internalized transphobia and cissexism to me. i dunno, maybe i'm wrong. but it pissed me off.
( trigger warning- transphobia / cissexism re: passing -> 'false advertising'; blaming the victims of trans sex-based murder / rape / phys. assault... etc. )
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update- Wednesday, 10:38AM: i just got up a little while ago, and i realized that my dad triggered the fuck outta me, and it didn't fully hit me til i got up and it was basically the first thing i thought about (our conversation last night) and realized i don't feel safe around him right now, i don't feel safe in this house (cuz he owns it, more or less). i keep trembling. i am scared. the only things in this house that are currently making me feel a bit safe are my dogs, cuz i know if anyone tried to fuck with me, Taylor and Panda would go after them and hurt them if they could (which they can). For about 7 years (we got Taylor when he was 7 months old, now he's 7 years), Taylor has been one of the few things that really makes me feel safe in any meaningful way. I think I will spend a lot of time with him today, as well as with Panda, and I will throw myself into music, books (if I can concentrate), movies, The Icarus Project, maybe try to write some more of my Mad Map/Crisis and Wellness Plan/Advance Directive. I will try to remember to write notes to leave for myself reminding me i can be in control enough not to hurt myself as long as i stay grounded in the present. i will try to stay safe. hopefully.
goddammit.
i wonder if he'd at least apologize if i tell him i'm a survivor of sexual and physical abuse. and i wonder if an apology would do any good now.
i impulsively (coming from emotion, not from logic) posted a blurb about what's going on, including that the argument w/ my dad where he blamed victims of trans violence triggered me as a trans person and a survivor of physical and sexual abuse... i posted that as a status update. forgetting that my brother who lives with me is also friends with me on facebook, and he read it and started asking me questions about why i said i felt unsafe in my own home. i resisted answering him til a little while ago after i'd finally gotten myself calmed down and in an okay emotional/mental state (...de-triggered?) and i told him i felt unsafe basically cuz of an argument with Dad last night that really bothered me. he seemed reasonably satisfied with that answer, at least he left me alone. After telling him that, i went online on my phone and deactivated my facebook account. god, that felt like a weight off my chest. hopefully nobody else in my family who's also on my facebook had read that status update. but just in case, i'm probably gonna skip Thanksgiving dinner tomorrow cuz it would involve being around lots of relatives at my aunt & uncle's house where i wouldn't be sure how to get back home easily if i wanted to (i dunno where bus stops or the closest metro station to their house are). i will most likely stay home with my dogs, because my dogs don't ask questions, don't try to get me to talk when i don't want to, etc.
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Wednesday, October 28th, 2009
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i went upstairs last night/this morning and Taylor was lying at the top of the stairs kinda bunched up, his tail down next to his butt (usually it's up and curled, or just out), very still. i talked to him and petted him but he really wasn't very responsive. i picked up his legs one by one, they were pretty stiff, and i looked at his face and touched him and spoke to him and he moved his eyes but seemed kinda out-of-it. i felt his side and chest and belly and he was indeed breathing, softly. for a moment, before i figured out he was breathing and before i saw his eye move (he was on his side so i only saw his left eye), i got scared and thought he was dead. i guess he was just exhausted though and didn't feel like moving or responding to me. scared me, cuz he's 7 (his birthday was yesterday) which is sorta old i guess, or getting there, and i just am easily scared. but i went to the bathroom and came back and he'd moved. he's seemed fine today. thank jeebus, i dunno what the fuck i'd do if he died. i'd freak the fuck out, that's for sure.
and this is like a month after i thought Panda was dead cuz it was the same kinda thing except her eyes were closed (she was passed-out asleep). i wonder if something bad is going on with them? maybe it's what they're eating or something? or they're not getting enough sleep (very possible, cuz my brother and i stay up late).
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Tuesday, October 27th, 2009
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Panda threw-up tonight, on the rug in the family room. It was yellow somewhat foamy liquid with a chunk of something solid in it, and at the end of her puking, there was a puke-bubble in her mouth. The puke looks basically the same stuff she puked up a week or two ago on the rug in the living room. I wiped up the yellow liquid but picked the chunk of stuff out and put it on a napkin to show to Dad later today. I can't tell if it's a piece of cow hoof that my dad gave her to chew on, or if it's a piece of the green rubber bone Lorne gave her last time he was here that she tore a huge part off of and left bits and pieces all over the place and I threw it away. It's very solid and looks almost like a kind of thick rind, like a bit of the outer part of a heart of palm, but denser and firmer. I guess it could be part of a dense plant, or maybe a piece of carved wood? I'm thinking it's probably a chunk of cow hoof (the meaty part i guess, like a toe or something, is what the treats are made of, but i dunno), but who knows. I'm kinda worried about her, cuz if it's the cow hoof, unless Dad gave her another one more recently, it's still in her stomach or gut from 2 weeks ago, which is crazy and unhealthy. Whatever it is, it's made her throw-up twice already, so I'm thinking we should take her to the vet and see if she can have an x-ray done of her stomach and intestines and see if they can figure out if there's more in there and what it is (I'll/my dad will bring the sample). I don't want my baby Panderz to be sick :( As far as I know, she's upstairs sleeping on my bed where I left her, so I guess it's not disturbing her too much, but it's worrying me a lot. Poor baby :( I wonder if maybe it's something she ate outside, or part of a toy or something, cuz she wanders around the house when the gate's not closed :\
edit: showed the chunk of stuff to my dad and he agreed it looks like a piece of cow hoof. he told me not to worry about her since she's eating, drinking, pooping and peeing normally, and said dogs have an amazing ability to throw stuff up. lolz gross.
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Friday, October 2nd, 2009
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Monday, September 28th, 2009
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I had a really awful scare this morning. At quarter to 7, I woke up cuz I had to pee. Panda was on my bed lying with her butt in my face and I kinda needed to move her so I could get up. I touched her butt and back, figured she'd feel it and move at least a little. She didn't. Touched her back and the side of her stomach, she didn't move a muscle, didn't seem to even be breathing. She was totally still. You know how you can normally feel puppies breathing cuz they breathe deeply, especially when they're sleeping? There was none of that. No movement, no breathing. I pressed on her back and bounced her on the bed a little, called her name. No response. Went to the bathroom, the light was on and door was shut to but a crack, Mom was in their brushing her teeth. I opened the door, said "I think Panda's dead," told her about the lack of movement and breathing, she gestured to the door of her and Dad's bedroom, I went in there and woke up Dad, told him i thought Panda was dead and he jerked away, hurried into my room, said Panda's name more loudly than I had and next thing I knew she was stretching, eyes open and wagging her tail! She was just intensely passed-out asleep, I guess. JESUS FUCKING CHRIST I REALLY THOUGHT SHE WAS DEAD. What a goddamn scare. I'm still wondering if she hadn't had sleep apnea or something, cuz FUCK that was scary as hell, she literally was not moving or responding and i couldn't feel her breathing. Shit, that was so scary.
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Thursday, September 24th, 2009
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ATTENTION EVERYONE: DO ANY OF YOU KNOW ANYTHING ABOUT XML??? I specifically need to know how to go about converting XML to HTML. I need help with this ASAP!!! like BEFORE SEPTEMBER 28... so I can delete my old website and not have to pay the yearly membership renewal for it. IF YOU CAN HELP ME, EMAIL ME - asskickatron(AT)riseup(DOT)net I'll trade you something if you want (like a mixtape/CD, or a note/postcard, or i dunno what else) PLEASE, SERIOUSLY, SOMEONE HELP ME FIGURE THIS SHIT OUT. i've downloaded two different applications to convert the XML but neither of them work :(
besides that junk, the human who had my puppy's mom bred to make my pupper and all her siblings came by today. he's my brother's friend. he came over specifically to see the pup though. he said it looks like we take really good care of her (cuz we do), she's healthy and happy. he said she's a little fat, but she'll probably keep growing some more anyway, so we shouldn't bother switching her to adult dog food til she's 18 months. she's like 14 months right now. he showed us pics and videos of her brother Stitch who he kept, and her mama. her mama's small like her, she was also the runt of her litter he said, and she looks like her. her brother Stitch is bigger than both of them, 100something pounds, and he's white and reddish-brown, not white and dark brown like Panda and their mama. he said he paid over $1000 to get Stitch trained so he'll walk with him without dragging him all over the place, cuz Stitch is so big and strong. And Stitch has dry skin and dandruff and sheds a lot so he feeds him special dog food with salmon instead of meat. Panda sheds a lot but doesn't have dry or flaky skin. Anyway it was cool getting to see pics and videos of Panda's brother and mom.
My brother's friend seems kinda sketchy though, cuz on one hand he seems to take a lot of time adjusting Stitch's diet and paying lots of money to have him trained, but with the mom, he talked about how he threw her in a pool once to see if she could swim, and i was thinking, wtf? what a jerk. Also, when he was talking about trying to get a dog to like water, he said "it might sound gay [or silly/dumb].." but sometimes you have to cradle a dog in the water and let them learn to kick their feet. It pisses me off when people use "gay" as a synonym for "stupid"/"silly" etc so that also made me start to write him off as a jerk.
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Tuesday, September 22nd, 2009
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Had strange dreams (the kind i tend to have) today: something about being in an old house, kinda Gothic like those creepy old mansions, dark rich colors. i was with some womyn, dunno who, but we were visiting her dad. Turned out her dad was Satan, and she had a little brother who looked like a greyish goblin type of thing and he was supposed to be the Devil and there was a difference somehow. it was weird, and only a little creepy when i think about it now but it might've been scarier when i was asleep. I think the house was falling apart, we were up in the attic under a glass roof, then we were on a ship and her dad looked very different, more "normal" but he was still bad. We were in a group of her friends out on an ocean somewhere and had to escape her dad. Another ship went by so we jumped off our ship, into the water and swam and somehow caught up with the other ship and made it on board somehow. People on that ship were up to no good as well, some worker guy kept trying to steal my coins i was trying to buy food with. That ship's food vendor sold food like egg & cheese sandwiches, chips, cookies, soda, etc. It seemed odd even in the dream but i didn't care cuz I was hungry. I think the guy did take my money but i might've gotten it back. i don't remember what else happened but it was weird.
i feel like i either never remember my dreams anymore, or i just never write them down in here.
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Tuesday, September 8th, 2009
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This seen sounds like it's gonna be super fucking rad. Figured some of you folks (![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif) lilybutter?) might have something or other to contribute.
[Please forward this email as widely as possible - I want people all over the world to know about this]
If you are a transsexual, transgender, or gender variant person who has physically transitioned outside of the traditional route, WE WANT YOUR STORY!
For people who wish to physically transition - to change their body in ways related to their gender - there is an established route - a highway if you will - that we are expected to follow. The highway first passes through a place called "therapy" where you are supposed to talk to a shrink and get a diagnosis of "Gender Identity Disorder". Then, the next stop is a doctor (maybe an endocrinologist) where you can get a prescription for hormones and tests to follow up on your hormone levels. Next, you are supposed to drive endlessly through a land called "real life test" before you are able to reach a surgeon who can make certain changes to your body. If you make it out the other side of surgery, you are finally able to access rights such as a legal gender change, access to single-gender spaces, etc.
Of course, this highway is filled with roadblocks, checkpoints, and toll booths that serve to prevent people from proceeding along it. Many folk who wish to reach the end are stopped in their tracks, and cannot proceed further. This could be because they are short on funds, because they work in the sex industry, because they have a medical or psychiatric diagnosis that prevents them from accessing hormones, or because they simply are unwilling to pass through some of the stops on
the way to get where they're going. Thus, many of us end up taking detours and back roads in order to get where we're going. We forge letters from doctors or psychiatrists; we access hormones via the internet or the street; we find non-medical ways to alter our body.
My goal in this zine is to provide people with a map of these back roads. While it is fairly easy to find quality information on what we can expect while travelling along the main highway, there is a distinct lack of information about the more minor routes. It's not clear which routes are safe, or even which routes will actually get us where we're going. That's where you come in. If you've traveled one of these minor routes, and gotten where you're going, tell us about it so that more
can follow behind you. If you've tried to venture off the highway and gotten
stuck in a ditch, tell us about it so that others will not follow in your path. If you've deviated at all from the main highway, others will want to know how that went.
Send your submissions to back.roads.zine@gmail.com. We will make every effort to make sure that your contribution remains anonymous, and will publish your submission without your name or any other identifying information, unless you wish to be identified. Please send submissions before November 1, 2009, although late submissions may be accepted.
Email back.roads.zine@gmail.com if you have any questions about this project.
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Tuesday, September 1st, 2009
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So, going by what I've already read on other sites and stuff, and what I've read so far on this site [http://www.drchristinemcginn.com/services/srs/hysterectomy.asp]
( specifically this ) I think from now on, if I continue to keep taking testosterone, I'll probably stop it for a month each year to let my uterus shed its lining, so there'll be less build-up over time. I guess I'll plan on stopping T shots next month, because the 28th of this month will make it 5 years I've been on T. (Not that I tend to celebrate it anymore, but who knows, maybe I'll do something this year, since 5 is my favorite number and everything.) I guess I should buy some cloth pads in advance, since I used my old ones to make a blanket :P Not really looking forward to having a period again, I have a [uterine?] feeling it's going to be a really awful one, since I'll have not had one in 4 years (last one was in October 2004), I can imagine that's going to be a lot of uterine lining to shed, but who knows. Seems like a good idea to have at least one rag a year, since I've been worrying about my uterus anyway since I'm not likely to be able to afford a hysterectomy any time soon.
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Sunday, August 30th, 2009
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So, one of our neighbors out here (i'm at the farm) who works for the Department of Natural Resources saw A MOUNTAIN LION BEHIND HIS HOUSE recently. And somebody else out here, a guy who owns an apple & peach orchard, also saw a mountain lion recently. That's so scary. Mountain lions are beautiful, but intimidating as fucking hell, oh my god. So, great, another thing to be scared of when I'm walking around by myself out here! Sweet. At least I'm pretty sure I know what to do if I encounter a black bear, or a snake (pretty sure you walk away calmly with either, but you should make noises in the woods like call things out and stuff, so you make your presence known in case there are bears around so they're less likely to be startled). I have no fucking clue what to do if I were to be walking around and see a mountain lion. I'm guessing you're supposed to walk away or maybe back away calmly, but I dunno for sure. Anyway, I think my dad said there have been at least two photos taken, DNA from poop and hair, and a few other sightings that've been confirmed as those of/from mountain lions (regionally here i think they're generally called "cougars" but they're the same thing...cougars, mountain lions, pumas..). But if they're officially confirmed by the DNR at large i guess, the DNR would have to change a bunch of things to make either the state of Maryland or just this area (the western part) a more suitable habitat for mountain lions because i think they're an endangered species, and I guess they don't want to have to do that cuz at least one thing they'd probably have to do is shorten deer season, which I'm sure some hunters would be annoyed about.
In other animal-related news, my poor baby girl Panda slipped and fell in the pool yesterday. Luckily, it was the shallow end and I was only I guess a few feet away so I was able to get to her quickly, grab her and lift her up and out of the pool and I got out to dry her off and comfort her. She was quite freaked-out, coughing (i'm sure she inhaled some water, possibly when i lifted her up because i grabbed her around the middle :\) a bunch, and her hind legs got scraped and one of them was bleeding, but after she was pretty dried off, we went inside and I gave her some liver snacks and put triple antibiotic ointment on her legs and up between her legs on her underbelly cuz that seemed to have gotten scratched-up as well. She seems fine today though, and Dad said she even was back at the pool, which I guess is good that she's not totally traumatized to the point where she won't go near the pool, but I'm worried about her slipping and falling in again. She'd almost fallen in once earlier yesterday, when Taylor was running around the pool barking at the kids splashing and he knocked into her. Makes me nervous. Now both dogs have fallen in the pool at least once. I actually don't think it's a good idea for the dogs to be out at the pool, because it's not safe, and I don't want them to fall in the pool and drown. Eek. I think Panda falling in the pool scared me about as much as it did her. Jeez.
Other than that, we've seen at least two deer (munching on some dinner over in the field below Jamie's house), one an adult doe and one possibly a fawn, and there was a box turtle crossing the road as we were driving up (luckily Dad avoided hitting it).
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Wednesday, August 26th, 2009
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So, last night at 11:18 or so, after watching this (despite Madigan Shive from The Icarus Project and David Oaks from MindFreedom's best efforts) awfully stigmatizing, tabloid journalism bullshit on ABC Primetime called "The Outsiders" http://abcnews.go.com/Health/Primetime/story?id=8382903 a bunch of people from The Icarus Project, myself included, got on a conference call to talk to each other about it. i hesitated to go on it initially cuz i was nervous cuz i've never been on a conference call, but it ended up being a particularly awesome, empowering experience for me :D
this is what i wrote about it on The Icarus Project forum:
the post-TV conference call last night, i have to say, was a pretty awesome thing for me. never done that before. it made me really happy and awake, i stayed on for 2ish hours, after everyone but Eli from NYC had left, and had a nice conversation. it was great. lots of great ideas about the show and the future of Icarus and what all to do, but i didn't think to take notes. i was nervous at first about calling and hesitated for a few minutes, but after i called and i heard someone talking already, i just settled in and listened for a while, chiming in occassionally when i felt like it, talking a little bit more as i felt comfortable. it was nice, people were nice, i didn't feel that scared anymore. i get nervous about talking sometimes and i'm not a "phone person" but it was good. anyway i felt a lot more connected, it was nice to hear real peoples voices to attach to some screennames, i've never talked to somebody else who was into radical mental health/the icarus project before, it was empowering.
as i stated in there, i stayed on for two hours, part of that time after everyone but one or two people had left, ended up just talking to one other person, Eli in NYC, and we talked about potential ways for The Icarus Project to use momentum from this ABC bullshit, take advantage of it, do more education & outreach, and he suggested i try to organize a Mad Pride rally in October in DC sort of on the tail of a gay pride thing that's going on in support of gay marriage i guess. i told him the gays might get upset with us like we're stealing their thunder or distracting people or something, but what the fuck ever, we're in the same (or worse) spot that they were in a bunch of decades ago. plus Mad Pride is relevant to trans and queer liberation struggles, cuz the mental health industry has oppressed queer folks and is still oppressing trans peeps. So i'm supposed to try to put together a soapbox rally for Mad Pride in DC. And he'll come down for it cuz he's writing a book so i guess he'd read stuff from his book and he wants people who make art or whatever to do stuff at the rally too. Sounds cool. oooohhhhh jeeez though, i'm very bad at planning stuff. so i have to see if other mad folks in the DC area will help me with this, cuz i know i'll get overwhelmed. umm besides that and Mad Pride strategies and Icarus Project stuff, we talked about a need for more people in the Mad Pride movement who are charismatic and know their shit to step up and be leaders, locally and/or internationally. Like more Madigan Shive's and Will Hall's, that sorta thing. And we talked about how Will Hall is attractive, heh. It was a fun conversation. Eli had a lot to talk about. My attention was drifting sometimes so I wanted to tell him to slow down and let me re-focus but I didn't. I did end up being able to focus again though so that was good. Anyway Eli has my email address and Icarus Project screenname now so he should contact me soon i guess.
anyway that was awesome. Funny thing about the ABC bullshit... at lot of people at The Icarus Project were worried about a potential influx of new people needing attention and resources, potentially being negative (trolls), etc. cuz of the media coverage. Turns out The Icarus Project was actually never even mentioned in the TV program, only on the online press release. So there probably won't be a huge mass of people joining like we'd thought and worried about, but we shall see i guess. i think we can handle it. i hope we can.
P.S. Check this out!! http://bipolarblast.wordpress.com/2009/08/25/one-preliminary/
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Monday, August 24th, 2009
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There's this thing going on at Trichotillomania Learning Center (www.trich.org) called the Hands Down-athon (http://www.trich.org/involved/hdat.html) which is like a thing where people who struggle with compulsive hair-pulling or compulsive skin-picking get people to sponsor them to either try not to pull/pick, or not pull/pick as much, or something else having to do with trying to get an edge on it, and i guess completing it will get them prizes and memberships to different websites about how to try to better control and ultimately stop pulling/picking. I doubt I'm gonna particpate in that exact thing (i'm worried about potentially failing, and i feel weird about asking people to sponsor me cuz it's kind of a lot of pressure for me), but I have been thinking about it, and I like the idea of it.
So what I'm gonna do instead, I think, is try to put a time-frame for me to just not cut my hair (not even just a trim), and at the end of that time frame if i haven't cut my hair, I'm gonna dye it lots of fun colors. And each week or so that I go without cutting my hair, I'm gonna give myself some sort of reward, maybe a different one each week, not sure what kind of rewards.
I think this is a pretty great idea :) Now I just have to figure out the details of the plan and stuff.
I hope it works well. I decided against trying to get myself not to pull/twist/rub/scratch my hair because I know I'd fail at that. So not cutting it seems like a good compromise, cuz cutting my hair is my way of just making it so I have nothing to pull and it's sorta like giving in to the hair-pulling, instead of more actively resisting it and countering it with better things.
I think I might start with not cutting my hair for 5 months, then if I hold out and do well with that, I'll keep going with it til I'm happy with however my hair is.
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Friday, August 14th, 2009
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anxious.