I wrote up this long emotional post and wanted to post it. First wordpress wouldn’t let me add the category I wanted to tag it with (because I wasn’t authorized to do so, which, BULLSHIT IT’S MY FUCKING BLOG). Then when I clicked save draft it asked me if I was SURE I wanted to do that. I was. It decided I wanted to have no record of said draft, and apparently it didn’t autosave once over the past 30 minutes that I spent typing, because the post is nowhere to be found. Awesome.  SO! Here’s attempt 2 (which I already checked to make sure WP has in drafts. It does.)

Over the weekend, the DC Rollergirls went to playoffs and were awesome but started as the 1st seed and finished in 6th place which, while not at all shabby, is not what we were expecting/hoping for. Also over the weekend, Henry Rollins posted an apology on his website and on Monday he posted another more in depth one at LA Weekly. I meant to share this on Monday (the update page has been open but untouched since then, which I suppose is why WP decided to murder the post I did eventually write in it) but I was dealing with some stuff. Lots of stuff. Cleaning stuff.

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I’m a big fan of Henry Rollins. Growing up, thanks to an older brother who felt a duty to expose  me to things other than radio pop, I listened to his music, his spoken word albums, and delighted when I saw him acting as well. I also had a wicked crush on him in junior high.  He is someone I generally like.  He wrote a blog post for LA Weekly about suicide that I want to respond to, and it seems more useful to do so here than to try to contact him directly or respond at the link.

You can go ahead and read it if you want (I don’t begrudge him or LA Weekly the hits) but I’ll be excerpting bits if you don’t feel up to it or don’t want to be exposed to more of his opinion than you must. I go back and forth between talking about him and to him, sorry, while I wrote I was just going with how it best felt to present each response. Read the rest of this entry »

I’m working on creating a website listing  tolerance/civil/human rights resources (currently focused on race but to be expanded to QUILTBAG, feminism, children’s rights, and physical and mental illness support organizations) in multiple levels: local, state/province, national, and international. People want to help, but they don’t know how. People need help, but don’t know where to get it. I want to make a site that will make it easy for them to find what they need. But, particularly for local organizations, I need your help! Comment here, email me, reblog, retweet, share on facebook, email this post to your friends and family. Let me know about organizations I should check out for this project. There’s a list of the ones I’ve already found/been told about here.


A Must Read.

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Michael Brown

As we all know by now, Michael Brown, an unarmed black teenage boy, was gunned down by the police while walking to his grandmother’s house in the middle of the afternoon. For the past few days my Facebook newsfeed has been full of stories about the incidents unfolding in Ferguson, Missouri.

But then I realized something.

For the first couple of days, almost all of the status updates expressing anger and grief about yet another extrajudicial killing of an unarmed black boy, the news articles about the militarized police altercations with community members and the horrifying pictures of his dead body on the city concrete were posted by people of color. Outpourings of rage and demands for justice were voiced by black people, Latinos, Asian Americans, Arab American Muslims. But posts by white people were few at first and those that I saw were posted mostly by my white activist or…

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but can we please stop all the talk about the recent celebrity suicide?  I know, it sounds callous, particularly in light of all I’ve said about depression, but stay with me, just for a bit.

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I got to pretend to be a member of the workforce today. I had an all-day class at the Library of Congress, which required dressing like an adult and commuting. Also, getting up at 7am. *sad trombone*  Read the rest of this entry »

I have popsicles!

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