Thursday, December 15, 2005

Wow.

I did not know someone could get pneumothorax in one lung from having pneumonia in the other.

My housemate is in hospital in Oakland, and I'm not sure how long she is going to be there. She will be okay, eventually, but she will have to have all kinds of uncomfortable procedures first– something she is regrettably used to. Fortunately, we were able to get her to a hospital where there are doctors she knows. She will probably come home with a new ventilator, if the state decides they will cover it. Her mother is anxious, and all of us here at Wilde are hoping she can come home soon.

However, I did get my paper in. It's ugly, it was five minutes late, and I don't feel good about it, but it's in.

Tuesday, December 13, 2005

My journey to Florida

We leave on the 18th, Rew and I, and we'll be driving until we get there, with stops as necessary. So I estimate the 22nd. I'll probably fly back to Cali on New Years' Eve. If anyone who will be in or can get to the general Tampa-Sarasota area, or if you are a very special person in the Miami region (you know who you are) during that time, email me before I leave at kereth at gmail dot com and I'll send you my phone number and we will plan things.

I will definitely:

Visit NewC
Make a Sacred Grounds trip

Love and rockets,
Kerrick

Wednesday, December 07, 2005

Congratulations!

My big sister got tenure! Awesome!

Now, we implement phase two of our plan to turn Oxford into a radical queer paganish hippy paradise!

...er, I was not supposed to say that out loud, was I?

Sunday, December 04, 2005

An Insight.

It is entirely not Johnny's fault that I find house parties severely, unutterably, mindwarpingly depressing. No, the responsibility for that condition is all my own.

However, acknowledging this requires that I first acknowledge the depths of depression triggered by house parties, and that I am unwilling to do. So, hypothetically speaking, if I were to be embarrassingly, heartbreakingly, shatteringly depressed by house parties, I would freely admit that it was all my own fault.

Thursday, December 01, 2005

Blog Against Racism Day

Racism, like transphobia, is an issue of people's bodies being used as an excuse to categorize them. This does not mean that it is well and good to say that transphobia is "the new racism" or any of that shit. Racism isn't over, for one thing, and for another, there are a lot of important differences— people of color don't usually stop looking like people of color after a course of hormones and surgery, for instance.

But race and transness certainly intersect— many white trans people may be ignorant of the way race affects us, but it certainly does still affect us, and there are many trans people of color who... Well, let's start with the fact that there are many trans people of color, if we must. This is a fact that comes as a shock to many of us. Trans people of color don't usually get on documentaries. Or there's the Black and/or Latina trans prostitute image, and that's all we think of— the low-income trans woman of color (inevitably a sex worker).

Overlapping stereotypes can trap people in really untenable positions.