To the Heckler in the comments today…

​”If that triggered you then you must have a hard time leaving the house because it’s everywhere”
Yes. I do. 
It’s everywhere. 
Your flip, assumed-cutesy dismissal is right. 
It’s everywhere, and it took years of therapy, more than one trip to the loony bin, and a daily cocktail of drugs to help me even get out of the house. It, as you said is everywhere. 
Do you, o flippant one, have the right to know what precisely It is?  I think no. You’ve really enough today—Including an attempted game of oneupsmanship bordering on the “not-all” and “splaining” playbooks. 
Your input was unneeded and unhelpful. 
And you should do better. 

​You don’t need “Straight Pride” or “Heterosexual Pride” day, month week, or any time that I can think of. 
No one has been discriminated against because they were straight. 

No one has had their experiences and identity erased for being straight. 

No one has been the target of a massacre for being straight. 

Weddings, marriages, cakes—godsdamned cakes, pastry!—aren’t systematically denied to you for being straight. 

Straight people are not arbitrarily told they’re going to hell for existing

They are not sent to “pray away the straight” reprogramming torture camps. 

They are not disowned for being straight. 

Straight people are allowed to exist unbothered unnoticed, unharassed, unjudged—and people want a celebration for this unearned privilege


You do not get a present for living on the default setting

Have several seats. Listen. Learn. 

Learn and listen to your LGBTQIA friends and learn why we need ours, and why trying to take away from it is beyond shameful.

We celebrate who are gone. We celebrate who paved our way. We celebrate who lived to make inroads. 

That is why we are Proud. 

A Few Thoughts: Photography

I love filters. I love stickers. I love frames. I will never bs you a #nofilter—I’m more like to give you the EXACT FORMULA for the filter I used.

I see these things as a pocket sized but no less complex version of darkroom processing… Though with fewer chances of getting a catastrophic burn. (A vented battery has happened.) Part art, part science, part aesthetic. And then you get to the glamour portions, and all heaven breaks loose.

As a kid I hated what I looked like in a mirror. But I looked at me in a photo and I looked good. I always wanted to do glamour shots at Glamour Shots in the mall, before whatever happened to them happened. Now I can do it myself, with this little computer in my hands.

And anyone who has something to say about it has clearly either a) never tried it or b) needs a life.

“All Lives Matter?” Shootings. Protests. Noise. Silence. But “All Lives Matter.” I guess some more than most.

I’ve had it up to here with “All Lives Matter.”

The shootings recently have me completely jaded. Not because they don’t matter—they do.

But because they’re everywhere. All the time. Most recently, the domestic terror incident at the Planned Parenthood in Colorado. The shooter was taken alive. Three dead.

And the first thing that I could think of at the resolution of the situation was: the suspect cannot have been anything but a white man.

Because, in situations like this, that is the only way the suspect ever gets out of these alive.

Let me back things up a a bit.

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I have…NO IDEA where my 100 Things drafts are.

I have them somewhere on my hard drive but can’t seem to find them right now. I haven’t been able to find them for a bit.
I’m going to have to do some hunting.

On the upside, I figured out what was causing me the twitch, and I cut that medication out.
I should be able to write again in a couple days when it’s completely out of my system.

Things you should never have occasion to do:

  1. Second-guess your doctor.
  2. Second-guess your pharmacist.
  3. Second-guess your doctor again when you have a rotten reaction to a combination of medications.
  4. Second-guess your pharmacist again when they seem confused about you having a reaction in the first place.
  5. Call an unaffiliated pharmacist who also second-guesses your primary pharmacist…and their sources.

I was recently put back on a bunch of head meds by my shrink. Me being me—me being sick of being on so many meds—I reluctantly get them filled and look up any potential problems that there could be while I’m on them all. While I’m doing this, I see that there are more interactions than I care for listed between the three that are now the big drivers, plus a bunch of others.

Well, I take the meds last night, and wake up this morning the absolute sickest I have been since starting the entire regimen in the bin, right when we were trying a bunch of them and they weren’t tuned right and interacting all wrong.

This is the second time this has happened.

It’s 20 hours later and I’m still feeling sick. The plan now is to remove one of the pills each night and see if the bad happens without it. If it does—it’s individual meds and a timing adjustment will do it. If it happens anyway, it’s all of them and I’ve got to just drop most of them or I’m in BIG GIANT TROUBLE.

…I suppose it could be worse.