^_^ Thank you, ma’am or sir.
Internet hugs mean more than you think.
I don’t feel totally awful. I’m just taking new steps in my life that are very difficult and uncomfortable and the holiday that was my brother’s is coming up and ughghghghhhhh at least alcohol exists?
Still, it makes a difference. And life goes on. And I’ll go on.
finally told erin the truth about why i haven’t written for mental_floss in the past 4 months.
cant pick up the article I was working on when I heard about my brother without being paralyzed. can’t be paralyzed and work on moving forward in life. feel hella guilty about not finishing said article and have been hoping she’d forget i owed her anything before proposing new subjects. :\
TODAY is the 50th Anniversary of the beloved classic Where the Wild Things Are by Maurice Sendak. First published in 1963, it has sold more than 16 million copies worldwide.
The New York Times obituary for Maurice Sendak calls Where the Wild Things Are “simultaneously genre-breaking and career-making,” describing Sendak as being “…widely considered the most important children’s book artist of the 20th century, who wrenched the picture book out of the safe, sanitized world of the nursery and plunged it into the dark, terrifying and hauntingly beautiful recesses of the human psyche.”
One of the most talked about interviews we’ve ever done was with Maurice Sendak in 2011 shortly before he died. Sendak reflects on love, loss, and celebrating life:
I have nothing now but praise for my life. I’m not unhappy. I cry a lot because I miss people. They die and I can’t stop them. They leave me and I love them more. … What I dread is the isolation. … There are so many beautiful things in the world which I will have to leave when I die, but I’m ready, I’m ready, I’m ready.
The celebration of my brother’s life (the huge one, with too much noise and three bands and an entire cask of champagne and the entire theater building used) was called the Awesome Rumpus. It was named after Gaelic Storm’s “What’s the Rumpus?” song (that was one of the few things, aside from champagne, he explicitly said he wanted at his funeral), but I’ve always thought of the “Wild rumpus” in Where the Wild Things Are, which was my brother’s book, and never mine, and which he loved.
I love Maurice Sendak, but I was never really into that book. He was. He loved to escape into his imagination. I used to get jealous that his monsters were only in his imaginary world. But they weren’t…I was in his real life, and I was often a monster, back when we were both children. He could control his imagination. I don’t envy him anymore. It’s all he could do to get away from the whirling dervish of chaos I created in our home life.
I miss you, wild thing. Wild raven.
People being angry about ~dem gays~ on Target’s Facebook.
I just want to give my two cents on this and tell you a story.
A couple weeks ago, I was hired at Target. I have a job at Target. Not a big deal right?
It is a big deal because i’m a transman.
It doesn’t take a genius to conclude that it’s hard for me, my brothers, and sisters to get a job. There are legal restraints regarding the job and if you don’t pass, it’s hard to be taken seriously at a job interview.
Right on the application, it asks what your preferred name is. It also asks if there is anything that target should know. I put the fact that I am a transman, expecting not to get a call because usually when you put that down, people will throw out the application. I got TWO interviews.
At the interview, they asked me about it. I told them I am on hormones and they told me that they didn’t care. Not in the sense that they don’t emotionally care, but that it didn’t matter. I was male and that’s all that mattered. They also told me that they give sex same couples benefits in states that do not recognize them as a married couple.
At my job orientation, I was not misgendered once. Even my supervisors who weren’t sure of my gender avoided pronoun use, which I found only happens when you’ve had pronoun training. They gave me a name tag with my preferred name and didn’t ask questions. I felt safe and respected, which is huge for a trans* person.
TLDR: Target is amazing not just for the LGB, but also the T. Shop there for the rest of your life.
Whelp, I’m buying everything from Target.
lol at the person calling it debauchery
Well this is good news
i’ll be honest
i hate them for how terrible upper management were to me for being on drugs for my mental illness (which i cannot function without - and which the store-level management couldn’t care less about) and denied me a job despite already being hired - provided I passed a drug test. I had two doctors and my pharmacist submit that i was not at all a drug abuser and that i NEEDED this drug to function and that they were discriminating based on my mental illness
but that’s legal
and it’s something upper management is just fine with
and they’re shit for that
but of all the megachains, they’re the least evil, and in rural areas, i’m glad i can usually choose them over walmart.
just don’t think they’re amazing, or not shitty to a lot of people, or not on the same level of competition as the other big stores. they have a long way to go, but I’m not about to pretend they’re worse than anyone else. I’ve just been personally hurt by them for other reasons.
hayden needs to wake up or i need to play some Dont Starve
either way i need to stop drinking and tumblring
also: my dad (presumably also drinking) broke the family taboo of mentioning the…questionable…relationship between my 22-year-old cousin and her 60-year-old “housemate”/former youth pastor/father figure/paramour tonight. i was greatly amused.
I have a date tomorrow night! yay! we’re going to the theater…a possibly awful absurdist dramady about the last passenger pigeon alive (whose name was Martha Washington if you know natural history :3), but it might be great. who knows. the Art Hounds on MPR say it’s good. I don’t know what to think of their opinions on theater yet, since we’ve yet to see anything in the cities…
Yep, we’ve lived here for a year without going out to the theater yet, which, given who I’m with, is very weird. Perhaps not so much given the demands of his job and his leg condition a year ago.
Looking forward to tomorrow, though.
“Maybe if I drink another coffee, I will feel better.”
“Maybe if I buy myself a new sweater, I will feel better.”
“Maybe if I get so drunk I can’t see, I will feel better.”
“Maybe if I sleep for fourteen hours, I will feel better.”
step 0. find unhappy person
step 1. introduce person to mr. rogers
step 2. person happier!
step 3. do 180 and talk to person about how you’re totes in favor of killing humans because ugh humanity
step 4. ?????
step 5. profit!