Also, I am booking my trip to England today. So, today is fantastic.
So I got my letter today from SSHRC and they are offering me the Joseph-Armand Bombardier Master’s Scholarship I applied for. This feels awesome. I am waiting to find out if/how this will impact my funding offer from Carleton, but it feels pretty great to have SSHRC determine that my research is worth funding.
My Mum said to me today: “You’ll have to get used to some non-political correctness when we go to England” to which I responded “Yeah, I’ll just stay silent… or more likely be disowned by that side of the family”.
I’m so excited to go and they are lovely! But I anticipate some differing views and I’m not sure how I’ll deal. My home friends are already getting a bit tired of me calling them out on their -isms, which I take no pleasure in doing, but I don’t really know how to let it slide. This is one of the reasons my ex-roomie was my soulmate, we’d take turns speaking up, and we both just got it.
This is the raspberry black forest cake I made for my mother’s bday. It has layers of a chocolate souffle-cake, chocolate mousse, raspberries, and a simple syrup and is covered in a chocolate ganache. This thing is intense, but balanced and yummy.
Today I bought high waisted shorts and maybe that is not helping me look like a 22 year old and is really more of a regression, but high waisted things are hella flattering so I’m just going to do my best to ignore how much of a hipster I look in my Peter Pan collar, straw hat, and shorts. I’m an adult ok?
I was in Montreal this weekend. It could not have been more perfect. I was at a punk festival called Pouzza Fest (a pouzza is a pizza with poutine on it). I saw every band I could have feasibly wanted to with minimal line up waits (I waited 30 min to an hour in lines that those around me had been in for 3 hours, because I have wonderful friends who know people). The three headlining shows filled up so quickly that a lot of my friends weren’t able to get into them, but I saw them all. I was also up front at the stage for Hot Water Music and the Bouncing Souls and have some new bruises in interesting places as a result, and for the beginning of Lagwagon’s set, but after being engulfed and having my hair pulled out at Lagwagon I fought my way back to the soundboard and had a perfect view back there. Basically, it could not have been more perfect and I have no idea how we got so lucky, but we did.
The weather was also wonderful and I want to live in Montreal. I swear, I’d do a PhD just to be at McGill.
(Source: man-thing, via nowaddthefrosting)
Me at Pouzza in Montreal this weekend.
(Source: ghostdarling, via shannonwest)
Why do some folks feel that transgender people need to disclose their history and their genitalia and non transgender people do not? When you first meet someone and they are clothed, you never know exactly what that person looks like. And when you first meet someone, you never know that person’s full history. Why do only some people have to describe themselves in detail—and others do not? Why are some nondisclosures seen as actions and others utterly invisible? Actions. Gwen Araujo was being herself, openly and honestly. No, she did not wear a sign on her forehead that said “I am transgender, this is what my genitalia look like.” But her killers didn’t wear a sign on their foreheads saying, “We might look like nice high school boys, but really, we are transphobic and are planning to kill you.” That would have been a helpful disclosure.
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Law Center (via mermaid-vision)
Right. I don’t understand how some cis people find it appropriate to demand disclosure. Like, how dare you. How dare you assume that everyone is cis, just because you are. How dare you respond with anger or disgust when you discover that someone is trans. How dare you expect them to reveal to you whether they’ve had top, bottom, or no surgery at any point. How dare you expect anything from them that you wouldn’t expect from a cis person. How dare you laugh at them, mock them, guess their gender. How dare you expose them to harm purely because you are so steeped in your own privilege and your disturbed, incomplete understanding of people that you think that you have a right to determine the legitimacy of another person’s body. I’ve had quite a few friends reveal to me in the last year that although they take no issue with people who identify as queer, people who identify as trans is where they draw the line. Be that their moral line or the line of their capacity for understanding. My response to that is usually confusion and frustration. How dare they believe they have the right to draw lines.
(via shannonwest)
However fierce our band was in the past, imagine me, six-foot-two, in heels, fucking screaming into someone’s face.
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Laura Jane Grace (via steady-now)
I’ve seen Against Me! a couple of times. My high school friends and I would have cafeteria sing-a-longs to Baby, I’m an Anarchist a lot. My friends and I also joked about them being total sell outs for a long time, like my brother and his friends made a joke once about a drinking game called “Drink when you hear a sell out” and then listening to Against Me! and drinking. We still listen to them around bonfires and I still listen to them on a regular basis as they are one of the few bands on my phone and therefore on my daily travel playlist. I will likely make a point of seeing them again in the near future and totally taking in the badass power that is Laura Jane Grace. Pretty excited. They may not be anarcho punk rock anymore (because they’ve changed a lot over the years as a band), but they are still pretty legit and I can only imagine how incredible Laura will be live.
(Source: rumoredformerclarity, via shannonwest)
