Here, There, Anywhere.

when i was a tiny baby queer (aka a 24-year-old), i went to my first pride festival probably three months after i kicked ex-gay therapy to the curb and came out to my parents. being the people they are, my parents came with me. they weren’t really sure about this whole gay thing, but they loved me and wanted me to be safe and happy and wanted to be involved in what was important to me, so they came along. (i also think my mother still might have thought i might get drugged or murdered or beaten by a protester of which there were plenty.)

oh no is this what we’re doing now

I have a Slovakian collague with an English husband, which leads to the fascinating meld of traditions whereby Christmas presents are brought by baby Jesus (which makes sense because it's easier to fit a baby down a chimney), but apparently still leave brandy out for him.

And this, in one video segment, is why I find heavily policed gendered spaces online deeply abhorrent.

Honestly, Tvyek is pretty miraculous. It’s permeable to water vapor but not to water, it’s nearly impossible to tear, but can be easily cut. It’s cheap and made entirely without binding chemicals. In addition to being used for wristbands, it’s used to wrap construction sites to keep out water during construction, for tear-resistant envelopes at Fed-Ex, coveralls for mechanics, and my wallet, actually.