Trans people deserve to be:
- Seen
- Respected
- Loved
- Housed
- Employed
- Protected (by the law and other people)
Trans people don’t deserve to be:
- Mocked
- Ridiculed
- Harassed
- Assaulted
- Killed
- Ignored by liberals and progressives
- Attacked by conservatives
Trans people are:
- Really fucking tired
- Please send pizza
You've probably all heard that it is raining A LOT in California. Fortunately, I'm not in an area hit by critical flooding and while there are mudslides in the local mountains, I haven't been affected by them either.
But last night, a leak in the bathroom ceiling caused a collapse of the ceiling tiles, with more damage this morning extending out into the hall. It's not that bad, and this has happened before, but that was caused by a leaky cooler on the roof.
"I got something for you, well, for us," Megan said, giggling again.
Chapter 23
I hit Number Seventeen around the hips, putting my shoulder into his belly, using my momentum to bear him backward, falling on top of him. I dug at the ball, but he didn't let go....
Football is a rough sport. Is Pete still tough enough to play?
My nine-year-old iMac is dying by inches. I will need to get a new computer soon.
I'm thinking of moving away from Mac, even though I love them.
My brother is looking for a desktop computer that will be good for my purposes and not break my budget, but suggestions are welcome. I already have a good PC laptop which I'm going to spend today setting up as backup for Daisy here.
I managed to escape without going back through the boys’ locker room; the coaches’ corridor has its own entrance and exit. Megan was waiting for me looking crisp and cute in her denim capris and a tied top, Elly May Clampett-style.
I had to grin at her, and when I held my arm up, she snuggled under it. We kissed, just a peck because we were still on school grounds, but it felt nice. It was as it had been for a moment, but then she asked, “You haven’t forgotten, have you?”
I have more than 200 unfinished stories clustering around me like tiny, empty, liquor bottles around the corpse of a destitute alcoholic.
Besides the stories I have started and not finished on this site and others, like The Pregnant Boy and 30 Million Reasons, and ones that I am still working on like Pete's Vagina and Special FX, I have scores hidden away on hard drives, many of them tantalizing, fragmentary visions of longer works.
Yesterday, in the early afternoon I started experiencing some things: trembling hands, upset stomach, racing heart. I went to urgent care finally and they sent me to the hospital ER.
Diagnosis for the moment is paroxysmal atrial fibrillation. I now have prescriptions to treat this and orders that I should see a cardiologist soonest.
I didn't get to bed till after two last night and I'm tired, but this may explain the rising number of times I've just been too tired to do much lately.
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Calimesa, CA 92320
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