A Rainbow Splosion for This Historic Fourth

I woke up this morning and realized: this is the first 4th of July we’re celebrating wherein same-sex marriage is legal in all 50 states. I’m usually all, “Yeah, July 4th, meh, bwhatever” because crowds and noise and mindless patriotism aren’t my things, but this time, I’m all, “America, fuck yeah!” I wish it hadn’t taken the Supreme Court to make my country catch up with the other countries that’re happy to let couples marry even if they happen to have matching naughty bits, but I’m just happy we’ve got it. And the religious right tears have been so damn refreshing during this heat wave!

Of course we’ll need a rainbow fireworks display for this particular 4th! [Read more…]

Adorable Pictures of the New Kitty, and a Very Odd Song

People, it’s been A Day. We’re still having record-high heat, which is just spiffy when you’re trying to sort out your boxes and unpack crap in a house with no air conditioning. B’s older brother is driving him up all the walls and across the ceiling. He’s one of those control freaks who wants everyone to arrange their lives to his satisfaction, and doesn’t give a single shit what the people in question actually want or need to do. This means Montana is even more in the cards than before, because B wants to get the hell away from him, and it’s really hard putting the brakes on and advising him to take it a step at a time. Then we visited furniture stores looking for a simple mini chest of drawers, and nearly choked to death on the prices. $550 for a two-drawer chest, people. The cheapest we found was over $130 on clearance. And it’s not like they were made of wood grown in a fairy forest and blessed by unicorns, for fuck’s sake! You can tell how long it’s been since I’ve looked for furniture by my sticker-shock, right?

But it wasn’t all annoying. I spent a pleasant bit of the morning down by the creek with Boo-Boo. It took some effort, but I got some photos of her. She’s so squirmy! She’s constantly moving around, getting your attention, making sure she still has your attention, demanding more attention… but look at how adorable she is! [Read more…]

Moving Day is a Very Dangerous Day

Well, my darlings, we made it.

I won’t say I’m happily ensconced in the new place. I hated leaving my peaceful apartment behind, with the dragonflies in the back yard, and the hummingbirds that would sometimes hover by the porch and demand I put in a feeder. I miss living alone already. And Misha is outraged by the entire notion of another kitty in the house. Just wait til the dog gets home – it’s currently on tour with its owner. It’ll take some adjustment for all of us. [Read more…]

Updates on Moving, Why I’ll Be Scarce for a Bit Longer

Oh, my darlings, this is hard.

I’ve had to sit myself down and have some stern talks about reality lately. Like, the fact we can’t live alone anymore isn’t a personal failure – almost no one in the Seattle area working the kinds of job I worked can afford housing by themselves anymore, hence a huge explosion in the roommate market. Even if I’d stayed with Ye Olde Day Jobe, I’d have had to get a roommie. But it’s hard. I’ve been independent for so long that it feels like major fail to be crawling into a home with other people. [Read more…]

The Supremes Got it Right! And a Timely Reminder that Elections Matter

ZOMG YOU GUYS! WE CAN GO TO ALL THE SAME-SEX WEDDINGS!!! SOME OF US CAN EVEN GET MARRIED AT THEM!!!!!!

I hope you’re satisfied, my QUILTBAG friends.

See, I’d hoped to protect you from this shit. Y’know, like, having to buy a ring, and pop the question, and choose the date, and venue, and get a cake (which we all know can go horrifically wrong, even if you’re baker loves same-sex weddings), and deal with all the family drama what with Aunt Margaret not talking to Cousin Leslie anymore, and then the humdrum ordinariness of married life, and the house, and the kids, and the bills, and the harsh reality of what “til death” and “in sickness and in health” really means. I’d thought you had a good deal, avoiding all that shit. It was kinda like back in the nineties when we thought the military wasn’t accepting pagans, and I was really glad, because I didn’t want any of my pagan friends to die in some bullshit war. I was against same-sex marriage before I was for it, because I figured you didn’t need the aggravation. But, since you wanted it so very much, I changed my mind, just like I did with my pagan friends who wanted to serve our country without having to hide who they are. And I’m getting happily drunk for you right now.

I’m still not sure why some of ya’ll want to sign up for the military when you don’t have to, but I’m old enough now to see why marriage is a big deal, and I’m just sorry it took so fucking long for our country to say, “Oh, hell. If you want it, go on, you crazy kids! Get hitched!”

Even if some of you crazy kids aren’t exactly kids, on account of having to wait so damn long. [Read more…]

Adventures in Christianist Earth Science Education XIII: Wherein We Dive into Dominion

Ah, ocean exploration. Tis true, we know less of the ocean deeps than we do the surface of Mars. Tis also true that creationists know less of it than scientists do. But they believe oceans are “so essential to biblical dominion,” so Earth Sciences 4th Edition plans to take us exploring.

They blurb the chapter by waxing eloquent over how mysterious the ocean is. There’s been a Mysterious Sound detected by underwater microphones, even, which they say “scientists think come from an animal larger than the blue whale.” As per usual, creationists haven’t got much of a clue as to what scientists actually think. It could be an animal larger than a blue whale, but it could also be ice calving, or an animal smaller than a blue whale, but really talented at making low-frequency noises. It could even be Cthulu snoring. But NOAA’s pretty sure now that it was actually just an icequake, and they were just joshing about the possibility of it being a mysterious maclargehuge animal.

Now, why would creationists cling to the large animal theory? [Read more…]

‘Today is a Good Day to Deny': The American Right Wing Refusal to Face Facts

I hope it’s only in America that a young white man can walk into a historic black church, tell the black people inside he’s there to kill them because they’re black, murder nine black people, tell the police he murdered them because they’re black, and publish a manifesto explaining he’s killing black people because they’re black… and end up with right wing blowhards claiming the crime has nothing to do with racism. People, if racism can’t be defined in part as “murdering a bunch of people because they’re black,” it’s time we strike the sapiens from our species’ name. We’re in no way wise if we can’t recognize the blatant racism that drove this horrific crime.

Image is nine photographs of the idividuals murdered in Charleston. The women are on the sides, the men down the middle.

The nine people murdered in Emmanuel AME Church. Via Ophelia Benson.

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Thank You, Everyone! We Appear to be Domiciled!

I say appear to be, because the process of finding a new place to live has been so fraught that I probably won’t feel like we’ve got a home until we’ve been living there for about ten years. But we did it! We found a place! Alas, the awesome atheist feminist was snagged before we could claim him, but Misha and I are moving to a beautiful old Lake City home that has a HUGE backyard. We’re moving in with a selection of eclectic artist types who understand the vagaries of the freelance life. It’s going to be wooville what with the shaman/accupuncturist in the place downstairs, but hey, as long as he’s not promising he can cure cancer, that should be all right, too. [Read more…]

“Now is the time we raise our voices”

In light of the Tim Hunt saga, now seems to be a good time to rerun this piece. I’m hoping to free up some time to write up some fresh stuff for ye – in the few scattered minutes where I’ve not been obsessing over finding a place to live and how to get rid of a ridiculous number of books, I’ve had Thoughts about privileged people’s responses to both Hunt’s sexist asshattery and the appalling slaughter in Charleston. I hope to share them coherently soon. Right now, I’m just wanting to grab certain people – almost inevitably white men – by the lapels, and shake them and shout at them until some sense penetrates.

One thing I will say is: good. I’m glad they’re whining about witch hunts. I’m glad they’ve been rocked back on their heels by the volume and effectiveness of the response. I’m glad they’re clutching at any excuse to avoid facing the reality that they’re losing. They’re losing their assumed and unquestioned superiority. They are being forced to share, and they can’t stand it. They’re being required to behave, and it’s outraging them. They’re facing actual consequences, and they have no idea why, or how to deal with it. They’re having to confront some damned ugly facts about how society works, and they’re completely horrified. Good. The louder they howl, the more they protest, deny, and try to accuse and redirect, the clearer it becomes we’re getting through to them, and it’s making them more uncomfortable than they’ve ever been in their clueless, privileged little lives.

This is why we raise our voices. This is why it’s essential that we never stop. Not until they’ve finished howling their wretched little lungs out, and are finally ready to listen. Then, only then, we might have a chance to speak without having to shout.

Read this. Read all of it. If you’re very busy and must read it later, read this bit right now. [Read more…]

Can You Spread the Word? Misha and I Need a Home!

I’ve been scarce because I’ve been desperately trying to find a place for Misha and I to move to. Every lead so far has dried up. It’s hard to find housing round here on short notice when your income is variable! It doesn’t matter what your rental history is, or how much you’ve got in the bank.

I’ve swallowed my pride and posted an ad on Craigslist. Please help us out, and spread that link as far and wide as you can. Even if you’re not in the area, someone reading your feed may be. Every share helps!

If you know of a place Misha and I can stay, either a forever home or a place we can crash while looking, please let us know. We’d be forever grateful!

Thank you for your help again, my darlings! I’ll be back to blogging on the regular as soon as things are more settled.

Image shows Me and Misha together. Misha has her little head on me shoulder.

The lady and the kitty who need a happy home.