#nancy's rambles

The bean juice make the brain happy.

The bean juice make the heart Lightning McQueen

You can write a queer tragedy without transphobia.

You can write a queer tragedy without internalized hatred of ourselves and our identities.

You can write a queer tragedy about a trans gay man, who throughout the whole story, doesn't reflect on his sexuality or gender once. He lives his life, riddled with over the top tragedy only found in the worlds of fiction, without condeming his body for being wrong. The scenes where he readies himself in the morning for work include him taking his testosterone in the same tone as when he brushes his teeth.

But I won't break. Vote Blue this coming election day. Please.

"IT'S RED SO HELP ME GOD IT'S RED I STAKE MY DOG ON IT."

My friends: "Ooo her dog... That's serious."

Like my roommate's mom (super supportive ally) was accusing this guy of stealing a bike (not to his face, and I admit the whole situation was suspicious. He was riding a bike no handed while guiding another, newer bike beside him), and then said "He must be gay, look at those hips! My gaydar is going off!"