Bernie or Bust? Nah, We Can Do Better.


This past spring I was excited about electoral politics for the first time in a long time. Even when I volunteered or was paid by campaigns in the past, I liked the people I was working for, but was really never super excited. Bernie Sanders, the self identified socialist independent Senator for Vermont put his self out there for the Democratic Presidential Primaries. By no means perfect, Senator Sanders was far and away more principled than mainstream politicians of either major party. His policy positions were closer to mine than anyone else with a legitimate chance at getting into the White House, considerably closer. In lieu of the more “moderate” but still to the left of most Dems Elizabeth Warren, who fans, and Bernie himself, tried to draft, the Senator decided why the hell not? Continue reading

An Oft Ignored Reason Folks Want Trans Men and Women Out of Gendered Spaces


So, apparently this is still an issue. Despite no record of any trans woman, or man, ever molesting someone in a gendered space, the fear mongers still do their best to keep us out. They are helped out by proxies posing as thoughtful observers. These folks try to tell us that cis girls are brought up to be modest, and that undressing in front of “boys,” yes some of them deliberately misgender young trans women, is not a matter of fear, but of their sense of decency. The fact that they are asking another young woman to undress in front of boys is apparently lost on them. I find myself wondering what is it they are really afraid of, and then it dawned on me. Continue reading

Depression Sinks

In the last week my lifelong struggle with depression turned ugly once again. Despondent after a cycle of depression affecting my writing affecting my depression, I was ready to take my own life. Had my brother not had the prescience to ask if I intended to hurt myself, I would have. I had every intention of asking my new housemate/landlord, a man I could not pay because I did not have money from commissions, to watch my things until someone from my family came for them, and then walk the five miles to the Veteran’s Memorial Bridge, and jump in the gorge. My brother did ask though, and, sobbing, I told him yes. Continue reading

No, The Police Did Not Create White Supremacy

It has been two thousand, seven hundred, and fifty five days since the state sanctioned murder of Oscar Grant. Many of those days, and if it were one it would still be too many, have been marred by the execution of more unarmed and innocent black bodies. Michael Brown, Tamir Rice, Rashida McBride, and Sandra Bland are the names that come to the top of my head, but there have been so many more. Continue reading