#53 (aka: "Mooshed")

I got in a car accident yesterday afternoon. Really, it was just a fender-bender, and the guy who hit my car made a much bigger deal out of it than he should have. Very little was damaged on his car (all superficial stuff, like one of his front lights being a little *mooshed up and his bumper being a little scratched). To me, this damage seems small compared to mine: I now cannot open up my door all the way, and I have quite a bit of damage done to the underside of my driver's side door.

I'm okay, so don't worry about that. Just thought I'd let you all know.




* - "mooshed" is Annie's word

#52 (aka: New Blog!!!)

I've created a new blog for a project I'm taking on, which is about what it means to be a man in the 21st century, and in the American society, both in general and in separate communities within the society.

The link is http://this-century-boy.blogspot.com and it's called, well, This Century Boy (but the projet is called Son of Man). It only has one entry right now, but it's one I could use some help thinking about. So, when you have time, please stop by!

#51 (aka: Boy needs hugs. (Yes, it's an emo post, but it's what I mean when I say "My bio brother's an ignorant ass".))

*I wrote this last night and posted it elsewhere when my bio. brother was being more intolerable and mean than he had been in a long time.*

My bio. brother's being an asshole not just to me now, but to others, as well. He's being utterly disrespectful and cruel to me, and he's being a serious annoyance and general pain in the ass to the rest of my family.
Last week he called me a fag, and blamed it on the fact that when he gets angry or frustrated, he can't control himself. I think that deserves a little attention from a therapist, don't you?
When he calls me those names and says derogatory things to me, though... you all know that it goes much deeper than just being angry or frustrated. And it really hurts to be called those things, even if you say you're immune or jaded to it.

I'll never be jaded to it.

Boy needs hugs.

#50 (aka: I've Been Simpsonized!!!)

This took a little too much time and it was way too mindnumbing and I felt so... mainstream *shivers*...... but it was still kind of cool.
Resultage:

#49 (aka: The healing game)

It's amazing how well my bio. brother and I are getting along this week. For a long time, we have fought almost daily. This week, we've hardly had a scuffle at all. Tonight, we played darts. We had fun. Lots of fun. We got along, and it felt like he was starting to accept me -- if not as a transguy, or as his brother, then maybe as his friend. I hope so.

#48 (aka: "Thriller". 'Nuff said.)

I know, Michael Jackson's scary now. But, "Thriller" is still awesome.

#47 (aka: Big steps for Mom)

I'm so proud of my mom.

Last weekend, we were at Borders, and she was looking for this specific book on trans people (True Selves by Mildred L. Brown and Chloe Ann Rounsley). Turns out, they didn't have it (big surprise -- they had a queer section the size of a pinhead). But, she ended up ordering it.

Well, Borders called earlier this week to tell her the book had come in. And tonight we went out for dinner (mmmm, manicotti) and then to Borders, where we picked up the book and then drove back home. During the ride back, I read the Prelude, the Introduction and part of Chapter 1 to her, and she seemed really interested. It's very well written, as far as I can tell. Kudos to Brown and Rounsley. ;)

My mother has consistently been the more understanding parent. Her interest in further learning about what I'm going through with the purpose to show her support and love for me makes me think that things are going to be okay between us.