Cool stuff being created all over the detrans-iverse.
(I want a central hub website, or like a less clunky name for what we’re doing. I keep coming back to Re-ID. What if we had a re-id.org that was just all detransition/re-identification resources?)
Some good videos I enjoy:
I’m SO behind on my emails, but I’ve gotten a lot recently from researchers and people in the caretaking fields trying to offer assistance. Wonderful! I’m going to reply to you, I promise, and see if I can find people who would like your help.
I quit facebook. It was because facebook was keeping me linked to all these people from my past who I didn’t want to stay linked to. And I felt checked up on a lot, I felt surveilled. So you know, I don’t need that shit.
In other news, I found my soulmate, who unsurprisingly is a chihauhau-terrier mix. He’s an angel sent by God to bless me with his snoozing. I took him to my mom’s farm this sunday, and he’s such a chill guy I forgot that dogs, even small dogs, love to terrorize chickens. So he chased the SHIT out of some chickens who probably had some weight on him. He looked so happy I let it happen for awhile until he caught one and yanked some feathers out of her rear. So at that point I had to break it up, take him inside. His face! He was so happy with those feathers hanging out of his mouth! Then my mom said, “He finally acted like a dog!” (Because he was hanging out on my lap at her place.) I felt like I got more insight into what an insane woman I was raised by. My mom has two big dogs who are barely trained. She’s always been a terrible dog trainer, and in that moment I saw that it’s because she really enjoys when dogs act out. She doesn’t want trained dogs, she wants wild dogs. So I was spawned from a lady of chaos, which I already knew, but her pleasure at my gentleman showing his inner killer only reinforced my knowledge.
I won’t post a pic on this blog because I think about Michael Bailey’s kids, which is an over-reaction, but there are lots of people out there on the inter-webs who have big over-reactions and I’d rather over-react pre-emptively to their over-reaction.
(Also we had a big thunderstorm friday night, and he wasn’t freaked out at all. I woke up and reached for him assuming he’d need a cuddle, but he was completely chill. I’ve never had a dog who wasn’t freaked out by thunder.)
I have a lot due this week. This probably means I’ll blog more, to avoid doing my work. So enjoy!