Just woke up. Read more of all the things.

Still sad.

Personally, I’m just sad about the whole thing. All of it.

For the record, my oldest offspring is Trans and married. Furthermore, Beatrix identifies as queer and currently has a girlfriend. Trans rights, LGBTQ rights, and Marriage Equality are more than just issues to me. They are personal.

As James Baldwin eloquently said,

“We can disagree and still love each other unless your disagreement is rooted in my oppression and denial of my humanity and right to exist.”

That goes for my family as well.

Choosing the right socks today…

It’s a biter out there.

The problem of learning the turn of your favorite authors personal lives is that it becomes impossible to read their work without reading into their work.

Might as well take the ones I have yet to get to and throw them in the bin knowing I likely wont be able to read them now.

Sad.

Few things irritate me more that someone’s inability to see and admit their own plainly visible hypocrisy.

Big fan of my daughter’s school’s mission statement.

Note to self: Drinking a cocktail with 3 1/2 shots of liquor and eating a bunch of cookies before bed is not a good idea unless you really intend to be up at 2:30am, dehydrated, gassy, and sugar spiking.

Took what should have been a small cheat way too far. Paying the price.

My daughter’s English class this semester is called Literature of Black Joy. Here’s the books for it.

I’ll be adding these to my own reading list when she’s done with them.