I’m Beautiful Like Me.

I’m trying to reconcile some inner conflicts.

Namely my love of hip-hop/rap music with my loathing of the N-word and my feminist tendencies. Also, my ability to accept ear-piercing on infant/toddler girls but not boys.

Seriously, WTF are those things all about?!

I have spent many hours discussing these issues with friends and generally reflecting on them, but I cannot find a way to understand it. I give myself some credit for my honesty regarding these issues and at least trying to understand the paradox.

Embrace your inner hypocrite. What are your issues?

I wore purple today in honor and memory of those who have lost their lives.
I wore purple today to support LBGT youth.

I am so pleased that we have organizations like HRC and GLAAD to help bring an end to anti-gay bullying through legislation and by promoting awareness and education. It is so important for us as a community to tolerate our differences, if not embrace them. This small gesture is one way I was (happily) able to help. I stand with you, enthusiastic about showing my support.

It gets better.

The past weeks have been crazy-busy ’round these parts.I had some yucky funk two weekends ago and during fall break and just slacked far too much last weekend that I’m up to my eyeballs in reading and writing. I’ve also been reading a lot (and rediscovered LibraryThing - how I’ve missed it and they’ve made all these fantastic improvements!) and picked up a knitting project.

My brother is visiting from Spokane this week. My house needs to be cleaned.

Spring class registration begins next week. Scheduling nightmare: three people attending school and needing to find balance so that one (really cute, obnoxious) boy is supervised at all times. I’ve got to get caught up on my community hours for my ASL class and JA club.

Busy, busy!

Today is National Coming Out Day. My name is tata and I’m a straight ally for the Human Rights Campaign and the LGBT community.

I cannot begin to know what it feels like to be forbidden from openly sharing my love for fear of losing my family, my job, my rights and possibly my life. While my heart aches for those who are still afraid, those who have bravely come out give me hope in their strength. I stand beside you all. It gets better.

♥ One Love ♥ NO H8

I got a letter from a ghost today. It was a reminder of how much he has let me down. I thought I would miss him, but it really is better this way. My heart is safer.

One more reason to forgo Saturday mail.

Since Monday, October 4th, for the first time in her life, I share a name with my Joy! It was very stressful for me leading up to it, but it was well worth the absolute jubilation she experienced at the news.

Last night, P and I went to see Clutch. That was a bit of a rude awakening. I have denied the gray hairs and faint fine lines in the mirror, but there was no denying how fucking loud that show was. I am obviously ill-prepared for Slayer/Megadeth/Anthrax next Tuesday!

School is very busy: exams, papers, club meetings, volunteering in the community and participating in Deaf events (Have I mentioned how very much I adore ASL?! ‘Cause I do.). There is so much reading. Good thing I’ve had lots of practice!

Considering that, I should be in bed. I’ve had a few manic episodes in the past week and that interferes with my ability to rest well. I’ve been in bed for hours, watching a bit of television between hours of reading and then rediscovering LibraryThing. Getting the nook for my birthday has really bumped up my ability to read more often. In the first month I owned it, I read every single Sookie Stackhouse novel. Right now, I’m reading Lamb by Christopher Moore. It’s fabulous.

Goodnight. Blessed Be.