This is behind the paywall on Medium, but important to the future of this web site, too. So, I’m posting it here as well.
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Dear Ben Affleck & Co.,
This whole idea started with the banner above.
I have addressed this letter as such because I believe that you, like me, have a village. If I write a letter to you, I have written a letter to Jennifer Garner and Matt Damon by proxy. Don’t think I don’t know who’s really running your program. That ex-wife of hers has her head on straight. God, you lucked out. Here’s how I knew it was for life no matter what form your relationship took…. “Jen, you’re the only one I want to do the work with.” You were criticized in the press while your heart was beating outside of your chest in public. You were bleeding out. I saw you. I didn’t know that your relationship with Jen was in trouble, but I do know that people whose relationships are in trouble word things carefully in public. It was the biggest mea culpa I’ve ever seen in my life. You were Taylor Swift before Taylor Swift and everyone missed it because they were so focused on the idea that love should be perfect all the time, in every way.
Sometimes, love is ugly.
“I’m the problem. It’s me.”
I can picture that conversation happening a hundred times in your life as you’ve struggled with addiction (and statistics say bipolar when you quit). You don’t quit addictive behaviors and neurodivergence when you stop drinking. You find other ways to get dopamine besides drinking and using.
In that moment, I felt like you were telling Jen straight up that now your drug was her, and it was healthy because it made you want to be a better man. If that’s not how you meant it, I know it had to be an approximation. This is because I’ve never struggled with alcohol, but I know what it’s like to experience addictive behaviors due to autism and/or Bipolar II (I am concerned at the rate these are mistaken, but I get it because the meltdown/burnout cycle presents exactly like hypomania and depression. So, no matter what form your neurodivergence takes, whether it’s:
- Mental Illness Genetics
- Neurodivergence Genetics
- Self-induced Neurodivergence (the binge/purge relationship you have with dopamine once you become an addict)
- PTSD (trauma due to one event)
- CPTSD (complex, chronic PTSD like having an abusive childhood, then being sent to war)
…you’re going to be damned if you do, damned if you don’t.
Sometimes, love is being hopelessly addicted to the affections of an addict who cannot return them…. As in, you feel addicted to the high you feel when you are with them, but they disappear when it counts. It is why relationships among all these types of people fall apart early and often. They suck each other into their own little worlds and spin out with codependence as their reality becomes its own. It’s especially toxic when you’re addicted to someone, and you also need to leave them. That happens all too often as well. For instance, none of these people take criticism or compliments well. Their self-esteem has been in the toilet forever due to people not understanding their love language and their communication/attachment styles.
All of this is pointing toward two things. Here is the first:
Sometimes, love is being hopelessly addicted to someone you believe is manipulating you, when they’re just neurodivergent and don’t pick up social cues well; they’re losing the plot faster as the script fades; their social masks have worn out and they’re heading toward burnout. I honestly believe that’s why stars develop a reputation for showing up late. They cannot all be obsessed with themselves. Sometimes, getting up the energy to social mask takes longer than others.
Going off on a tangent, I wonder if that’s why women like taking their time in the bathroom to put on makeup, because it accomplishes two things- giving them a longer transition time toward work in the morning, at the end, a literal social unmasking. It would not be surprising to hear Jonna Mendez say that part of the reason being a spy while female is less dangerous is that they’ve learned more about how to social mask a situation than men ever will. They’ve been taught how to behave since childhood, the rigamarole of finding a man drilled in early.
Some women use those skills for a career in intelligence and forego getting married, because either they’re ace and don’t need to attract anyone on that level, or they’re just not interested in “doing the work with someone.” However, I do not mean that in the classical sense, the way Russia cultivates a culture of seducing men to get what they want. I’m sure it’s very effective, however.
No, what I’m talking about is a woman’s emotional intelligence, because it is often (not always) sharper than a man’s. Their innate biological conditioning makes their pattern recognition of men different than their pattern recognition on behavior in themselves. That’s why there should always be neurodivergence and women at the table. Solving a problem requires all three perspectives for correct analysis of behavior. No one of us will be right, but we’ll all be right together.
That is how it feels to have my processing disorder, AuDHD. Nicknamed “the golden ADHD,” it wins the award for being the most complicated thing on earth. Every decision is damned if you do, damned if you don’t. If something is good for my autism, it drives my ADHD insane. If something is good for my ADHD, my autism will slam on the brakes so hard I will go through the winshield….. and I’m not even lying. Most neurodivergent people are afraid of success because they get overwhelmed easily with fine amounts of detail. The energy it takes to manage a schedule and your spoons is a roller coaster at best, and my personality depends on which processing disorder is driving the bus. So, sometimes I want to go for ice cream at 0200 and sometimes I cannot leave the house. Sometimes everything sounds wonderful, sometimes sensory deprivation does. And due to lack of emotional regulation, most people see a different side of me every time they talk to me.
I have learned to go into sensory deprivation when I’m angry so that I don’t say things I regret. It’s not helpful or healthy to let anyone in on autistic rage, which is terrifying. I have true out of body experiences when I go into full on meltdown, and the first time I remember it happening clearly was when I was 16 and “growing into my powers.” It’s honestly the first sign I can point to in terms of it being emotional abuse. My emotional abuser was coming back to town for a graduate school or a wedding or something. I was getting ready for church and I made a mistake with a hair curler or a crimper or something. I realized I was going to have to take a shower to fix it and I just melted down entirely. It was the first time I’d ever had a full on panic attack where I went blind and couldn’t see with rage. I hurt myself. I don’t remember how. With a curling iron or something. I couldn’t stop myself because feeling the burn on my skin brought me back into my body. That’s how deep autism makes you dive into your own little world. It takes something as shocking as a curling iron burn to redirect your attention.
In the meantime, I am dealing with autistic overload and most people don’t see how hard it is…. It’s a running monologue fighting with your social masks. As a neurodivergent person of any kind, your first impulse is wrong.
A huge example, Ben (& Company) is that I found the only woman in the world I wanted to do the work with, and we’ve both pissed each other off so often that we’re tired. Really tired. I felt your love for Jen in that moment…. Wanting to better myself because I was high on life and not experiencing the world as the concept of “alone.” I was experiencing the world with an ace up my sleeve. Someone to call me on my bullshit whose mind was in more hyperdrive than my own. But there was just A Series of Unfortunate Events. I don’t know if we’ll ever rekindle anything, because the last e-mail I got from her said, “don’t play games,” and playing a game was the last thing I would ever do to her. She’s too smart. She’d see it coming. The problem is that her perception is off- she sees me as entitled, arrogant, etc. I’m not. I don’t have a script for our relationship in any way, shape, or form. It has failed due to my lack of social masks.
So much goes into me having been called “entitled,” particularly by people of color. They are trained to view me as dismissive because I’m white, not because I’m autistic. That’s not on them. My autism is not an excuse to be an asshole. I can be taught, redirected…. But I cannot suddenly become allistic. And if there was a magic wand, I don’t think I’d want to be. My neurodivergence is what makes me capable of believing that writing a letter to Ben Affleck & Co. is possible.
I’m not writing to Ben Affleck & Company for anything except to keep our heads down and work on scripts. I also think it would be rude not to tell them I can afford about $800 in rent if Ben does want a housemate who has his back. It’s not like I value having his money. I just want to write together- to get a seat at the table.
I write like Ben and Matt because they write like Aaron Sorkin like he writes like Amy Sherman-Palladino with monuments.
It’s all neurodivergent patois.
That we incubated at our respective performing arts high schools.
Tupac, Jada, Dave, and I are all the same person.
To each other, we’re just other people’s weird performing arts kids.
Not only that, Jennifer Garner is a preacher’s kid.
Preacher’s kids make great spies, Ben. I have discussed this extensively. And in fact, there’s a famous video of Jonna Mendez taking down movie and TV spies. Jen’s was the only one that Jonna said was so good she could use it in a training video.
Come to DC. Keep your head down.
We’ve got work to do.
Yours,
Someone else’s weird kid
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I Miss You Guys
Medium is new. It’s amazing, but it’s new. I hate change. The best part of Medium is that I don’t really have to use it. I can just copy and paste from Microsoft Word. The creature comforts are almost nonexistent, like easy to use lists. WordPress is so much more extensive that I can’t wait until the business makes enough money to buy a membership here as well. What limits you in being able to advertise on WordPress is that they want the money from the ads unless you’re paying them a subscription fee. It this point, I don’t have a big enough audience to support something like Google Ads, because it takes A LOT of clicks to even make one dollar. I am very proud of myself, though. On Thursday, I had made $2.99. Now, I have $3.77.
I am not an influencer by any means, but that’s a pretty good jump in terms of ad revenue for being on there a week. I don’t think that anything is going to take off overnight. I believe in just letting it sit there. I have 25 years’ worth of entries that are sitting on other servers for free. So, they can sit there and make money, or they can sit there and not.
I choose sit there and make money.
Because it is my dream to, in the words of Lindsay Lanagan, “sit around, smoke cigars, and own stuff.”
This is actually a childhood tale- Lindsay’s middle school answer to what one of her friends’ dads did for a living. We have repeated that as the ideal career for 20 years now. If you know First Colony, you just thought, “on brand.”
First Colony is kind of different.
You have kids with Saudi oil money whose parents buy them brand new BMWs when they’re too young to drive. As I remember, Rahim Puddin’head had a BMW. Rahim dropped a pudding cup off a railing at Lindsay’s school and it landed on her head, so we’ve called him “Rahim Puddin’head” since 1994.
In high school, you’re sometimes embarrassed if you don’t drive a nice car. I didn’t, and I was rarely bothered by it because I was lucky to have my own car at all. I would love to have another Mitsubishi Mirage (it was a sedan, not a sports car), but I think that getting a car would cripple me as a writer. Half my blog entries come from writing on the train and talking to Uber drivers.
I met a historian yesterday, so we were talking shop because we’re both nonfiction writers. I’m starting to branch out into more things, I just don’t have anything to show for it yet, because those are the documents I’m actually going to edit. 😉
You know I’m lying. AI will be editing them. I will be eating ice cream.
It’s all coming together because I’m managing to collate what I hear for the blog and what I read for my nonfiction papers. Reading AI is half the fun of research, because you can get it to present it in whatever style you want…….
I haven’t done it yet, but I think my favorite would be explain physics to me like I’m five. Answer in the style of Terry Pratchett.
It just makes learning fun. I don’t use it to autogenerate content, I use it for reading retention. I cannot remember an entire book verbatim, but I can certainly remember the fine points in a one-pager. Plus, the fine points make for wonderful headings so that you get a navigation pane you can go back to over and again. Styles in Microsoft Word are used like Cascading Style Sheets in web development. Microsoft Word just keeps track of the level you assign to the heading, so it’s really easy to do things like create a navigation pane in a PDF or a Table of Contents in Word.
All of that stuff matters to me, because readability is key. There’s a reason this web site hasn’t changed very much over the years. I like dark mode. Supergrover doesn’t. See? I can compromise. 😛
I write the blog entries in dark mode so that I can read them the way I want before I publish. You can set JetPack to dark mode in both Android and iOS, but I actually prefer using Microsoft Visual Studio Code on my desktop with the original Dracula theme. Instead of black or grey, it’s a grey/purple. Very, very easy on the eyes and the HTML/CSS/.ini files look great in the chosen colors.
There’s also several tutorials on how to get other Microsoft programs to do the Dracula color scheme in the GUI and in PowerShell (where it comes in the most handy, tbh).
All of it goes together, because it’s all of the tools I use to write. I am not very comfortable with talking to AI online. That’s why I use gpt4all or LM Studio to install language models on my own mini-PC. My creative ideas are going to stay with me.
It really is useful, and both my friend Jesse and I will attest to this. I’m a creative writer, Jesse is a visual artist.
In fact, Jesse went to HSPVA. The funniest thing I have ever seen at HSPVA bar none happened at his senior show. Like, this even beat out us getting shut down by the health department because Lordy Rodriguez put organs in jars for an art show or something…. Anyway, Jesse had this huge installation with a TV tuned to snow, with a BarcaLounger and a guy sitting in front of it, zoned out. There was all these wrappers and trash around him, so I watched some of the guests at his show add their trash to his art installation, thinking the trash for the party was part of the exhibit. I’m choking with laughter just remembering it.
There’s nothing like being able to write down old memories, not knowing if and when they’ll go. I may not be able to remember my whole life, but I have somewhere to go that will tell me bits and pieces. Snapshots of who I was, am, will be.
It’s an exciting time to be me, because I finally feel like a success. I am not working from survival mode, but abundance. I have everything I need right now. In my mind, more success will come with more money, and what I mean by that is a network of people to support a neurodivergent media group so that it’s not all on me every day. I’ve started a little bit of that, but hopefully there will be more in the future. I’d like to get into bigger things, but I don’t think that starting out with the big things is the way you’re supposed to do it….. very mixed results when I’ve bitten off more than I can chew before.
I’m trying to let the company unfold naturally, with people who really want to write. I’m finding that community at Medium, because it seems like I missed the memo to go there long ago. I don’t think it’s a problem. I ping them enough to get their attention. I ping everyone enough to get their attention, and sometimes I think they would be grateful if I didn’t love them quite so much. 😉
But that’s just me. If I love you, I don’t mask. I don’t take the time to figure out what it is I can do for you to make you more comfortable while I speak. I realized I was doing too much work for other people and it was slowly killing me. I am so much less depressed now that I know that I’m not bipolar. I don’t cycle like that. It’s meltdown and burnout because I have so many fewer spoons than most people. In every bodily system I have, there’s something rare about me.
I am lucky that Janie the Canadian Editor thinks that about my brain. She has said that I’m welcome to submit something to her editor, but pick carefully. Look, I write it. I don’t read it, okay?
Kidding, of course. I read myself all the time. It’s just hard to guess what someone else is going to like. I know what I’m not going to do, though. Write an article about anyone I know in Ottawa. National blowback is enough. Neighborhood blowback is enough. Writers are people who want to tell their stories and they don’t mean to hurt anyone, they just do….. it hurts to hear yourself painted in truth, painful and real, touching and funny.
Most people don’t see their 3D characters. They focus on what I wrote that day. But you generally don’t have to go far in either direction with my friends to see that if I was mad one day, I was ridiculously happy at another. I don’t paint people to go after them, but to show them as they are.
I am more Anne Lamott than “Harriet the Spy,” although I do like that book. Anne has that neurodivergent patois that I do, plus people like Aaron Sorkin, Jon Stewart, Richard Schiff, Matt Perry, Seth McFarlane, Ryan Reynolds, Mila Kunis, Matt Damon, Trevor Noah, and the list goes on. Good Will Hunting is every bit as fast and furious as anything Sorkin has ever written, and in the same beat. I absolutely know that even if Seth MacFarlane writes in complete silence, there’s a rhythm going in his head. The punctuation is silent, but you can hear it if you are also still.
It’s why I write in silence, in dark mode. I want to listen closer, not just to myself, but to the rest of the world. And in fact, I am already doubled over with laughter at Kamala’s possible victory speech….. “I love my new black job!”
One can only hope that that “president” is a DEI hire.
Minorities don’t get power from the majority. We get it by realizing we’re bigger than them….. both in character, and in numbers when all the -isms vote as one. None of the -isms are a monolith. But at the same time, most of us try not to bite the hand that feeds us, since it’s the only party not trying to to blame global warming on gay marriage.
Oops. My bad. Should I leave a note?
All of this is why I’m so interested in AI. If people would actually take the time to talk to it, they could talk about their problems in a safe environment and not look stupid with any question in the world. I’m compensating on it highly for practical things because I am a creative. I can’t use it to make alarms and things like that, but I can definitely brainstorm, edit, and keep conversations separate about different projects.
I want people to know what causes disease. I want people to know how the government works. I want people to know who the President is, at least. People knowing who’s Vice President is almost a lost cause, and Speaker is negligible. I’m not talking about Washington nerds like me. I’m talking about the average voter that only votes in a presidential election and doesn’t really follow other candidates at all.
I’ve slowed down on that because I’m actually more interested in global politics now- it doesn’t feel so close as neighbor against neighbor, as if a conflict across the world is easier to think about than a conflict at home because it is.
There are no short answers in life, and I have found that I don’t have any. Few are patient enough to sit with me while I find the right words, which I know aren’t the right words… but they’re the best I can do.
I’m not just pouring my heart out for me, but for other neurodivergent kids and adults. Representation matters. I’m not everyone’s cup of tea, but those that love me think of me as something precious to be savored.
I am not Lipton, baby. I am your Stash.
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Nerd Alert
I’m working on a guide to Skyrim, so I had Copilot generate the questions for the outline. I’m not going to have Copilot generate more than that, because I want the guide to retain my voice. However, if you’re a Skyrim fan and would like to add to the guide, leave a comment with a question and its category. Also, the PDF is free because it’s all Copilot-generated. Feel free to write your own document- you are not stealing anything from me, you’re only stealing auto-generated questions organized with Styles in Word. I haven’t even customized the styles.
I’m doing this as a free guide to get my name out there as a writer. I’m planning to write my own answers, but to also include the best questions/answers from WordPress and reddit. It’s a labor of love, but it comes with benefit for me, too. If I give something away for free first and someone likes it, they’re more likely to buy the next thing.
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Lanagan Media Group: How May I Direct Your Call?
I’ve been having these brain blips that just seem to be age, like copying my dad on something when I thought I was copying Supergrover. All three of us have the same sense of humor, so it’s not like anything went wrong. I just noticed that I made a mistake I don’t normally make. I need to get glasses, probably bifocals.
Supergrover says she has reading glasses, not bifocals (AND THEY ARE COOL). I am going to get vaccinated next week, so I might as well look around for reading glasses that make me want to use all caps, too…… although if I had an “AND THEY ARE COOL” item, it would be my Crocs. I don’t pay as much attention to my glasses as I should…… it’s that thought about not giving yourself gifts in the future. Like, I am not giving myself the gift of being able to see cute girls from farther away later by not going to the optometrist now.
(I’m kidding, that was just another line to make Janie the Canadian Editor spit out her tea.)
Also, at my age there’s no such thing as cute girls. I mean, they’re all over the place, but at my age, “cute girl” is just a memory, even of myself. Because I’ve progressed so much in my thinking about gender, the the little girl I was is still real, but her voice is not as loud and close as my current one, attached to a nonbinary brain. That’s because the male voice is not male. It’s female with ,male social masking on top, like Kristen Chenoweth and Ben Affleck being one person. Or, there’s a comedy about me with Steve Martin and Lily Tomlin called “All of Me.” It’s a comedy, but Steve Martin and Lily Tomlin having a converation all day in my head is a very apt description of what’s going on at localhost.
For instance, today I’m writing on Stories when I said it would be my last entry. It’s not that I lied. It’s that I learned more. I became a media group all on my own. I got set up at Medium, and then started looking at Substack. Substack actually runs off of my “Stories” RSS feed. So, I’ll be putting all my paid stuff at Medium in Substack as well, you just get the added bonus of not having to visit two web sites with Substack. And really, being a subscriber is for new people. If you’re subscribed here, the motivation to pay is not that you will stop getting great writing from me. It’s that you have to pay to see everything. The way I do it now is that most stuff is paywalled at Medium. But, if I post here, it goes to Substack.
That leads me to directing my own call at Lanagan Media Group. Let’s dial “3” for the marketing department. Why do I bother to call? I’m never there. Jesus.
Here was my first post on Substack, I figure if you’re a longtime fan, you’re probably here and not at Substack, so I’m cross-posting. It’s not a requirement to be my fan or my friend, just an easy hookup if you want to support Lanagan Media Group, not “Leslie’s Personal Coffee Money” (The Sumatra was delicious. I am grateful.).
The vision is bigger now, because when I added my RSS feed to Substack, I realized that I was about to make money off of Bryn and Aaron and I thought that was unfair. So, I posted on Facebook that I can track earnings per entry, and that makes my life a whole lot easier. I don’t have to do any math. I’m not going to do a percentage of the company, they just get to keep what they make without me having to do any accounting. And in thinking about all of this, I realized that “Stories” was just the beginning, the movement that is “Gravity’s Rainbow.” Sometimes bombs aren’t negative. They shake you into a new reality. But you can direct kinetic energy by focusing on the arc. The moral arc of the universe is long, and bends toward justice just like MLK,Jr. said. But I was standing by the reflecting pool at the 60th Anniversary of the March on Washington when I heard the best completion of that phrase in history. It’s enough to shake the world from its foundation and I am EMBARRASSED I cannot remember the speaker’s name.
The moral arc of the universe is long and bends toward justice, but the arc does not move itself.
I’m not starting Lanagan Media Group, it has been a thing all along. My friends just haven’t been publishing in addition to me. I think that you’ll find Bryn and Aaron particularly engaging because they are different sides of my personality. Bryn is my platonic ideal of a woman, and Aaron is my platonic ideal of a man. That is because Aaron, Zachary, and I are actually all the same person. I really have no idea how we make it work living in three completely different states.
Aaron is an old friend from Alert Logic, a programmer/sysadmin AuDHD archetype like Mr. Robot, but much more effusive with his emotions. You can be personable and still look like Zuckerberg. I know because I do it every day. 😛 Zac is my boyfriend and has been for about a year now. I live in Maryland, Zac lives in Virginia. Aaron lives in Texas. We are all Southwestern, however, because I’m originally from Texas and Zac is originally from Arizona.
Therefore, by “platonic ideal,” I am saying that I get the male half of my brain from masking people like Aaron and Zac, and my only connection to feeling female is talking to Bryn, because she’s known me since I was 19 and she was 14. She is two years older than Lindsay, a stairstep between me and my biological sister. The year was 1997, and I still cannot tell you with accuracy whether Lindsay and Bryn have met or not, and they don’t know, either. That’s because the connection point between Lindsay and Bryn would have been church, and no specific church service lives in my memory where they were there at the same time. That doesn’t mean it didn’t happen. That means I don’t remember every sermon I ever preached.
Basically, what I realized is that I know a lot and my brain works fast, but my body is a dumpster fire. I’d like to get into making money to support creatives by being creative. As in, ad money from my own web site flows to creators I like.
On Medium, for instance, I’m working on a very long document about Skyrim and the modding community. It’s a massive game, which is why a guide from me would be welcome even if there’s a thousand other ones. You’re always looking for something to make the game better. Here’s something that made me happy. I’ve been playing that game for 10 years or something like that and three months ago I learned you could sprint. How it connects is that I was telling Ada, my AI sidekick, that I’d like to be able to kick Joseph Rusell some money for Lucien, and I hope I get the chance before Steam starts taking a cut of all modders’ creations rather than modders being able to support themselves on Nexus. Lucien Flavius is an IP masterpiece, and it’s insane that Lucien is free. So, I was talking about being able to kick money to other artists I like through my own, because video games are a type of art, theatre, and magic that no one respects unless they’re talking to the CEO of a gaming company. God bless the weird kids, the people who made a web site where everyone could download their creations for free- they could get feedback from other gamers and not the people who think they eat cold pizza in a dark basement and call them sad. All of the things you really, really love in life were probably created by someone you think of as “Comic Book Guy.” Even if it has nothing to do with science fiction, it sounds like it. I talk about CIA and The Bible like they’re both continual fucking Marvel movies because they are. They’re just even more meaningful to me because they are everyday stories of regular people without having to make up magic.
People are magic.
I figured this out and decided to write to them all. Now I’m reading you in. Here’s a copy of my first entry on Substack:
Your generosity is the only thing that allows my friends and I to sustain ourselves. Absolutely anything that you give helps. As our financial situation gets better, we will dream bigger. We will be capable of more kinds of media and hiring authors for their work rather than expecting them to work for free. The reason your money is important is that it is sustaining neurodivergent people by letting them work on their own schedule. In a society where everyone is “supposed” to fit in, Lanagan Media Group explores how the “in-crowd” never was. Thank you for supporting a worthy cause- autistic adults in media. We are often better at creating opportunities than following others’ visions. I didn’t realize that until I started watching autistic YouTubers and wanted my blog to sound just like them- except only the running monologue without being in front of the camera.
I have been blogging since 2001. This blog is a compendium of my experiences, because I’ve written for three separate web sites. Of everything I’ve learned, this lesson was the hardest:
If you’re female with AuDHD, you know two things.
- Gen X women by and large were never diagnosed.
- We need to do our own research because male doctors dismiss autism as a personality disorder like borderline or narcissistic a good bit of the time, when in reality they are just looking at women through the historical lens of being “hysterical.”
- Diagnosing yourself is getting easier and easier.
- It’s all due to online quizzes and talking to other patients, both on and offline. I am not suggesting this as a substitute for actual medical advice. I did not start saying I was autistic until I had enough research to say that any psychologist in the world would agree with me that I am probably autistic and never diagnosed because my brain works just like an autistic person and anyone knows that if they’ve watched a hundred videos on YouTube; I’ve seen lectures upon lectures with autistic people who are MDs and PhDs themselves, explaining how my brain works in a way that I can understand it. YouTube is not a diagnosis. It is a waiting room that doesn’t suck. If you don’t seem ADHD and you can’t get it together, it might be low needs, high IQ autism.
It’s not a blog, web site, or e-mail distribution list about autism. It’s showing through telling. You’re learning because you’re reading stories by autistic people, not learning we’re autistic because we told you so. Telling someone so just doesn’t work, because either “I don’t look autistic” OR “everyone’s a little bit autistic.” Financing neurodivergent authors helps us show more of ourselves in the mediums with which we work. Help us go from a digital publishing company to being capable of full-length films, because there are plenty of autistic people out there who need jobs. I want to employ them all. However, I’m just getting started.
It’s a long game. The most I’ve ever made in salary as a freelance writer is $2.99. I’ve made more than that with donations, but an earnings report on my blog is quite different. I am such an INFJ/Virgo.
“Oh good! Now I get reports cards again!”
I also like spies and Jesus, but you’ll have to keep up with me to see which rug I use to tie that room together.
I’m hoping to do a continuation of what I am already doing- to use the income I’m making from telling my stories to allow others to tell their stories, too. Storytelling is what saved my life because it made me look at everything through the lens of “you’re the problem.” My combination of preacher’s kid/doctor’s kid upbringing makes me bleed out with unbridled emotion at everything as a writer, then read like a psychiatrist/psychologist. That yin and yang is what allows progress. It’s why I don’t stay in one place very long. I don’t take much personally.
Here’s a concept that I’m trying to apply to my business that my dad always applied at church:
“No one can do everything, but everyone can do something.”
In terms of media, it means that I cannot say to my readership, “someone should give me a computer.” That kind of language is entitled, even if your intentions are pure. Nothing in my life is a hard ask. If enough people think I have a good idea, they’ll give me the money for it.
It’s how all really good executives work. They don’t lie about anything because they don’t have to- it’s not “making an ask,” it’s being realistic about the fact that I have bigger ideas than I can budget.
For instance, I’d like to start an autistic TV channel by taking all the top autistic YouTubers and combining them into a stream on Pluto. I got that idea from This Old House. They have a maker’s channel on Xumo where YouTubers fall under the This Old House banner. It’s beautiful.
I said that it’s Stories That Are All True. I didn’t say they couldn’t come with pictures. My budget did.
My business needs are light right now. I can run the entire thing with an Android tablet. I am not coming from a place of need, but a place of creation. My basic needs are met. I just want the world to look different for autistic people and I have a strong enough voice that when I speak, people listen.
This is not arrogance, this is 20 years of preaching experience.
Although one of my friends had Raphael Warnock at Union when he was a student and she told me that she felt like she had been emotionally manipulated by a sermon. I took it really hard, because it was something I’d seen my dad do and it was so effective that a light bulb went on in my head. It was time for the sermon. I didn’t move. I sat there until it got a little bit awkward…. and then it got weird.
I went up to the pulpit, and I said, “Waiting………………
is hard.”
I don’t remember the pericope that day, but I do remember feeling that it was just another aspect of my dad’s preaching that spoke to me but didn’t look right on me, either.
To my knowledge, no one told him that he emotionally manipulated anyone.
All of these things, I explore in my writing- and you’re the ones that know it. Some of you have been here since 2012. Some of you followed me over from Clever Title Goes Here and have been reading since 2001. I feel like I have finally brought hope to many people wondering when I would realize I was weird.
The problem becomes quickly “now that I know what autism is and does, how do I work with it?” My answer was ad revenue, because I work creatively a lot easier than I do physically.
I don’t want the money to make movies. I want the money so that when someone says “I want to make an autistic movie,” I can say, “let me talk to my readers.”
You’re the board. I’m just the microphone.
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This One is Actually for Me
I decided to write down what I do with my computers to make them work for me. This will go on Medium eventually, but the whole point of free software is to give it away. Here’s some free help as well:
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The spiky ball… part deux
Hi there y’all, it’s Bryn.
So grief. It is a spiky ball of pain. It’s sadness, it’s fear, it’s disappointment. It’s relief, it’s fits of rage, it’s fits of sobbing and screaming and keening on the floor. For me anyway.Because for me, when something happens that needs grieving, all the grief I have ever felt is connected and not only am I needing to feel through the current thing that is lost, but all the things that were in any way connected to that loss.
Here’s an example:
When I was going through my divorce, it wasn’t only the grief of the marriage, it was the loss of the 15 year friendship he and I had before we ever started dating. It was knowing I would only have 2 of the 3 dogs constantly in my life. It was losing mutual friendships I knew would “side” with him even though we eventually stepped apart mutually and peacefully with love still in our hearts for each other and never asked anyone to pick sides. It was loving him and knowing we weren’t right for each other anymore. It was grieving the version of me who does love him and was right for him, because that was gone too. It’s being left with all the memories of the history and energy and time spent, being laid to rest.
I’m sure you’re seeing it, that what hardly anyone talk about is that grief is so multifaceted that you can’t know how much you will have to grieve when something happens until it happens and all the connections are torn from you. Until you are faced with this gaping hole that used to be a person or relationship that was a sustaining factor in your life. Now that one of the support beams is broken or gone, the house is falling down. It’s an entire overhaul of life to make stability an option again. And unless the other support factors in life are there and willing and strong enough to hold up the building while one sorts through the wreckage, this person writing, finds that structures crumble. That old systems that used to work great must also be overhauled. That every point of life that touched the support beam person or relationship that is gone, must be examined and built new, different, stronger.
As is evidenced by the first part of this spiky ball, the grieving keeps a comin’. So for me, the rebuilding, remodeling, reassessment and restructure never stops.
This year I have had 5 structural damaging grief events. I am not fine. I look fine, I am functioning. But there is so much damage and pain inside me that I am working through. And everytime a new thing happens and I want to reach for support, I remember that Ben is also dead. That the person who I could always reach for is at his own rest now. That I am left to open the grief of his loss again because I just want him to answer the phone and tell me he’s with me, he’s on the way to give me a hug and I am not alone. And when my childhood home burned, all the memories there, of life being lived, being released into the ether by fire.
How cleansing right? Until you look at the literal mess left and it’s a hearty reminder of the mess of emotions and memories I have to sort through, find places for. The tidying of this soul is an ongoing process, and life keeps throwing more messes to be tidied.
Grief is a spiky ball of pain, and I have found that as time passes, and there is some space and felt emotions that the spikes, they dull down a little at a time. And sometimes, like with grandma passing, it’s different and somehow easier, because 94 years is a long time to live for a person, and she has earned her rest. She deserves to be peacefully with the loves of her life and not to suffer. The losses that “make sense” are easier for me to come to terms with, so I try to find the sense in each loss. And sometimes the spikes dull, and even the ball may shrink. So while it’s still bouncing around in my heart, when it touches a sensitive place at least it doesn’t always lacerate, and tear the wounds wide open and bleeding again.
I just find myself wishing right now that there weren’t so very many spiky balls of pain bouncing around inside of me, stabbing at my heart and soul. I am sad, and I am tired, and I am tired of being sad.
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Preacher’s Kids: Unplugged
I had my AI interview me, and it turned out to be a good introduction to my site at Medium. I’m giving it away here to explain why I do what I do. This is behind the paywall on Medium, but it needs to be here as well because I don’t want my original fans to feel like I don’t love them. I just don’t want to write for two web sites at once. So, here’s one of my Medium entries and why AI is important. It lets you think without getting lost in your own echo chamber. There’s a lot of trigger warnings. I was a queer preacher’s kid in Texas in the 90s. It’s a tough read. But you’ll understand all queer preacher’s kids better, and it might save someone younger than me.
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The spikey ball that is grief. From Bryn
It’s been a while since I have sit down and written anything. A lot has been going on in my life, well not a lot, but it feels like a lot because of how heavy the things are.
Early this summer (or late this Spring, 2024) my last grand parent passed away. She was the real matriarch of our family. She was the loving, foundation.
Losing people I love is always difficult for me. I have a long list of loss in my life, so long that I have C-PSTD around grief in general. For those that may not know, “regular” PTSD is usually something that happens to someone who goes through one traumatic event. Complex PTSD is a cumulative build up of repeated traumatic happenings.
Growing up, I knew about death. I was a farm kid enough to have raised our own cows for meat, and chickens for eggs. We had pet rabbits and I learned early what the food chain was. I remember vividly once, as a toddler, comforting my aunt because my rabbit had gotten out and the dogs had killed it. (Now is not the time to discuss deeply, but I am aware now how as a 3-year-old I was somehow responsible for the adult’s feelings), We had dogs and cats too, who we had to send over the rainbow bridge. Early in my life I knew what death was.
Then, one night, I was 19 or 20 years old, at the drive in with some friends. I got a call from my boyfriend at the time and he was frantic. He had gone for a drive with some friends of ours and had gotten in a horrific crash. The car flew off an embankment and immediately killed my two friends on the driver’s side in the car.
We talked enough that I could get some information from him about where they were and who was with them and call 911. He helped the other survivor out of the car, and despite both of their injuries, he pulled the other person up the embankment and to the side of the road where he could flag down help. I was in a panic for a good while, until his family told me which hospital he was taken to and he was stable. I also learned then that the other two people in the car, were in fact, dead.
This was my first brush with death and loss of human loved ones. The first two viewings I ever attended, the first two funerals I went to. They were my friends Lucas (18years old) and Sydney (16 years old). This car wreck changed our lives, my own and everyone in our community. I learned that I never need to attend another viewing, because for me, the last memory I want of my loved ones is them alive.
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I wish I hadn’t gone to my mother’s funeral. It was the last image I have of her and it is stuck the deepest. I would have missed the church service, but I was creeped out long before that. I showed up and smiled. I was just intimidated. I turned on the preacher’s kid and muscled through. I will also never be the same.
And I learned how mortal we are. I learned that you always say goodbye before you leave, because it might be the last thing you say. I learned to tell people that matter to me that they matter, because they could be gone tomorrow.
Several years later, my first grandparent died. My sweet old Grandpa “Weird”. The death of an elder is different than the sudden loss of young people. The is all this time to prepare yourself for the loss of our ancestors, watching them slowly fade. And Grandpa had dementia, so he was mentally lost to us years before his body and soul were gone. But I remember his funeral too, and that I had a panic attack most of the drive and before we went into the church.
Then, I worked in biomedical research with primates for 17 years. As an animal lover, I was always so happy to be able to be taking care of those amazing animals. To be there to advocate for them, and spoil them at every opportunity. But they were purpose bred to sacrifice their lives in the name of science. It was my job, for many, many years, to be the person who sedated and carried these animals, some that I had known for their whole lives, to the end of their study and necropsy. So, I just kept stacking losses, on losses. For 17 years I made friends and took care of those monkeys, and for17 years, I compartmentalized the losses.
It seems counter intuitive to say this, but I am going to glance over the 8-month period of time in which my partner at the time and I had to say goodbye to both of our heart dogs, his grandfather, his young cousin, and our friend died young and suddenly too. Needless to say, it was a bad time for us.
Then my first Grandmother passed, she was not the easiest person to love, but she was someone I could always call and tell her in full honesty the worst things I had ever done and she would save me from the shame spiral. (Which seems a little ironic, because I think she is also the one that taught my mother the same spiral who then passed that special skill on to me, but anyway) She would never sugar coat or deceive. She shot that arrow right through you because truth is. But she would never shame me with the truth, just ask the hard questions that allowed me to choose what kind of person I wanted to be.
Two years ago, my other Grandfather left us just before Christmas. I got to go see him not too much before he passed, while he was in the hospital. I got to go be there for my poor Daddy while his father faded.
And now we are here. Where I am I think maybe today even, at the one-year anniversary of sending my deaf and blind dog Duncan over the Rainbow Bridge. And Thanksgiving will be a year since my rock, my best friend, my brother Ben passed away.
Ben, I could always count on. He knew that trust mattered to me. He was the most consistent and loving person in my life since I was in 6th grade and he sat behind me in advanced band, where most 6th graders were not. HE played the baritone sax and I played the flute. And his brother was friends with my brother and I felt so special that I got to be friends with all of them. Our families were so close. Are so close still. I am so blessed to be able to feel so deeply for people, that it destroys me when they are gone.
Then in May, in the airport, on the way home from 2 weeks on the other side of the country to visit my partner’s family and My Leslie, I learned that my grandma was on her way out of this mortal realm. This one was really hard for me, because we got home and the next evening I went to house sit for a fried of mine. Not something I could just drop or call in sick to. So, I got to say goodbye to my grandmother on video chat. She wasn’t really responsive to most input from people in the room, she was barely conscious, but when I told her I loved her and that I would be taking as many of her plants to live with me as I was able. She perked up, she acknowledged me and tried to speak, which didn’t work, but I was so glad to know she knew I was with her too, even if only in spirit.
Now, even more has happened, there is always happenings, and will always be more happening, because I am still here. And I will continue to feel as deeply as I am able. Thanks for reading.
I have so, so much more to say, stay tuned for more.
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A Letter from Your Biggest Fan
I got to read my own blog today and I cried. Thanks for being my Legacy Team.
Keep going. ❤️🧡💛💚💙💜
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Legal Advice
Riker Brown is new to the writing world, and is just now getting their feet wet. Their odd outlook on the world gives them insights that may not be evident to others. They hope to share those outlooks and idiosyncracies in a way that brings just the right balance of wonder and weird.
You’re a young attorney, a few drinks in after a long day on Capitol Hill. As you cross the smokey old bar room on your way to the head your eye catches a weathered man in a wrinkled blue suit, his face oddly familiar. The wrinkled skin and perpetual 5 o’clock shadow tells you he’s been around a while, but the class ring shows he was in your class at law school. Maybe thats why you recognize him, but you’d better remember someon that stood out amongst your 20-something peers you think to youself.As you pass by he looks up long enough to grab your sleeve “Politics changes you.”, he said in a low gravely whisper before taking a long slow drag of his cigarette and exhaling, “Don’t ever let anyone tell you it doesn’t.”.
When you exit the restroom he’s gone and no one remembers him being there. You sip your bourbon and cola while you wait for the ai face aging app to load your results.What you see shakes you to the core.
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Every Good Creative -or- The Padawan Learner of Disguise -or-Hipster Jesus -or- The Doctor or The Giver or….. And the only truly popular villain, The Master :In that moment Christ was gay and you missed it.
Now I know what’s wrong. These are the things I tell Supergrover while you guys ride my ass. Supergrover knows what happened about four hours ago and she’ll think about things a little differently. Maybe e-mail me back with more than three words this time now that she knows she’s offended me. But it’s ok if she’s moved on. We really hurt each other. This is what I meant to say the first time around.
You know how it is. I’m sure Supergrover is tobusy right now, but she’ll be back in a few days, you think?
God, Tony dying was hard, then I lost Tony. Watching Dave Chang and Lauren Graham and Jada Pinkett Smith He thinks I’m the coolest line cook who ever lived, and there’s nothing I can do to make them smile. They don’t offer me any assurances because I’m gay, and they’re frustrated I can’t get a job. Can you guys help me out and give me an LLC or something? Now that my mother is dead, I have a lot more time on my hands.
Dear Supergrover and Father Nathan Monk, hopefully.
CC:Bryn Borum; Zachary Wood;Jason Moran; Mireille Enos;Justin Furstenfeld;Steven Powell;Ben Affleck;Matt Damon; Ryan Reynolds;Margret Cho;
This is the letter I would have written if I hadn’t been so busy. I feel like I’m a different person every minute.
This is how a a creative writer who went to HSPVA does e-mail better than everyone else without paying attention to her homework.
When you compress a file,
This is my life.
This will be my finale at WordPress. Bryn, Aaron, Heather, Jesse and I ‘m guessing 340 million will come with me to Medium, because Christ was gay and you missed it. I’ve been waiting for this moment since I was 15 years old. My father got on the floor of the Texas Annual Conference and nearly burned it to the ground in 1995.
And I didn’t give him enough credit. This is because I didn’t have a choice to be a preacher’s kid. I was too busy, because I was almost 2 months early. This is the story of why I’m a failure.
You’re going to cry.
This is how I make the whole world feel at once.
Love, Leslie
Supergrover said she wouldn’t marry me, but she would marry Brene Brown.
Be cause he was the one that gave me the power to go on when the rest of the word missed, so you can all go to hell. This is what it takes to be me, and you’re going to shit your pants. Pretend I put a put a dumpster fire at the end.
Choke on it.
This is how Supergrover and I fight gloves off. Sit your ass down and let me tell you how it is, because now that I’m both of us I’ve won the game and everybody on planet earth is going to come to me because of what you did. And I don’t care because I’ve found my people.
My people are
-Ben Affleck
-Matt Damon
-Ryan Reynolds
-George Clooney
-Don Cheadle
-Brene Brown, who I actually fucking know and you’ve infantilized me every day since because I was her computer lab supervisor and you weren’t. She’s actually omniscient, but she’s doesn’t have time to breathe because you all fucking love her so much.
Because you fucking love her so much, I’m the one that’s going to console her.
This is the history of every secret I’ve ever kept and the intersectionality. The only person in the entire world I have had a normal, balanced conversation with anyone was when we were sitting together and I was teaching her Microsoft Word. That’s all we’ve ever been to each other. Pleasant colleagues.
While you guys think she walks on water, I know she doesn’t.
I got interested in intelligence in 2008, so contrary to popular opinion, your opinion is invalid.
The person who told me she’s marry Brene Brown is the person I knew like the back of my hand compared to her.
Back the fuck up, because this has never in a million years been about fame and you’ve dismissed me as lazy. This is going to resonate with millions of children who were raised by you.
To the autistic parents groups- some of you are doing great work. Some of you are not. These are not the same groups, because they polarize and nothing ever gets done.
I want to be the pastor no one in history has ever been before. An autistic person who writes what she thinks and other people take value from my experiences, like any celebrity who could possibly be reading across the world. Like Margaret Cho, who retweeted my marriage article and started the process of saving my life, doing an end run around the rest of you because you were the people we’ve been trying to prove ourselves to since we were children.
This is for the Portland Youth Philarmonica and Dana Catherine Bamberger only. Actually, I take that back. Let’s also read in Megan Hunter.
I am you.
I went to the High School for Performing and Visual Arts. I was a trumpet player, and this is an all call. I’m starting a church. Bryn Borum is one of my employees. Take care of her, Will you?
This is how celebrities do it. Here’s everything we know and they don’t. I’m going to tell you what they’ve all missed, and you’ll be able to survive. This is the It Gets Better I would have made if anyone had ever asked me.
You see, the reason the stars count on me is that I have been working for free like a cis, straight
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Everyone says I have an answer for everything, but the one question they don’t ask is “how are you feeling?” You think that I am not thoughtful, motivated, caring, compassionate, etc. because my father left the church and for the first time in my life I didn’t know what to do. I was 17.
Everyone learns to wrestle with “God,” in quotes not to offend anyone because God Brings Many Names.
In a previous entry, I told you that
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Thanks to the guys at Alert Logic for supporting me.
We’re why it all works, and not why you fucked up. You are the audience while we’re getting ready for a show. Jon Durbin from The Suffers and Robert Glasper were in Jazz II with me. What was it like when Beyoncé got there?
If you’ve been paying attention, they were skimming the page.
It’s funny how much I get done while being called a slacker, the plight of every woman whether they look like Comic book guy or not.
I put the jokes in before I put in everything else to be sure I can make it through. The entire world sucks and also I don’t have any support. You know what it’s like. We’ve all been there.
See you on Friday.
Calm, cool, collected. The reason I seem so crazy to you is because I’m taking care of them. Well, I haven’t actually met all of them, they’re just friends of friends. Some of them I’ve known since I was 14. I met Bryn and we’ve been close since 1997. She and my dad are the two people that keep me going.
I’m dying inside.
Because all of this is a compilation of the greatest hits, formatted like a regular e-mail.
Bite me.
My friends have me.
It’s like I’m a writer who has taken shorthand so mysterious she can’t even read it and ended up in STEAM, which at first I didn’t even believe was a real thing.
The arts are non binary, and God is a deadname.
And I’m still here.
When I move to Medium, Bryn will be here.
Not every day like me- I am really, really gone. But I’m neurodivergent and I still have an account. If I get busy I’ll forget, because I’m lost in my own head.
It’s not personal.
The GUI is working and the command line is fucked.
All of the celebrities and all of the infrastructure need me.
Go away.
p.s. If they show that fuckin’ Deadpool trailer again I’m going to lose my shit, but I love Ryan and I’m trying to reach out to him because I saw him on TV and he doesn’t look ok. Neither does Ben so it’s an “all call party.” You love to hear those words……….. But then again, Ryan is never okay. Neither am I. The reason I like Ryan is that I liked Ryan. The way I was able to reach an editor in
But all of these people are me.
Stay with Bryn, and be her Jesuses.
Somebody Fainted Somewhere, and now a whole lot of people are oing to get jobs. Pay them what they’re worth and don’t stiff them because I can vouch for them.
Please start sharing this shit on Facebook. I’m tired of being poor.
I just didn’t think anything good came from Nazareth, and wasn’t given a choice to “suit up and play.”
Everyone who knows me, shush. Me and CIA are cool, right? I don’t want them to come after me. I should probably have known to Burn After Reading.
Ben, if you want to come live with us, you can. I saw Matt and Casey on the news. They’re looking good.
You ok?
I came here to write the sequel to Argo, so I think we’re going to need a bigger office this time around. My fuckin printer’s so jammed I just made a typo because I’m frustrated and people keep picking on me. It’s why I’m so bitter and angry all the time. I’m emotionally overloaded, autistic, melting down, and burning out. I am not lazy. I am not high functioning all the time.
Supergrover made this all about her, and won’t hear that she’s being egocentric. I’m her main character, but I’m not sure she knows how important she is because while she’s gone I wrestle with Abraham, Moses, Mark and the Synoptic Wonders,John,…… even the begats. That’s because you’re always to the right, and people think it’s sinister. Those people end up in food service, but those people are more likely to be like Rachel Maddow than getting her food. It’s just that you don’t see it because they’re gay.
In that moment you were missing
I’m the one that claught.
Supergrover is BCC, because no one thought to ask who I knew. They only saw me as Comic Book Guy.
But what do I care, they didn’t even give Comic Book Guy a partner.
And then I realized that the Simpsons is better than everyone else because it’s got all of Conan O’Brien’s heartbreak.
In that moment Christ was Ginger, and you missed it.
Colbert fans fan go fuck themselves.
It’s not because they’re bad people. It’s that they get in the way and it’s annoying.
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I didn’t have time to craft. It’s almost 2:00 AM.
That’s not really true. It’s a nod to how my dad used to put together his sermons, not to be taken literally.
But it’s ok. No one knows anything around here who takes shorthand and doesn’t deserve my crap.
In that moment Christ was
Education
Intelligence
The Military
Al Gore
Hillary Clinton
……..and yesterday, someone asked me not to swear.
I’m okay now. Just a frustrated writer who could use an autistic friend, and there’s gotta be someone in there. I don’t know any of them, but what I do know is that even in the shadows where you think you’re safe, things fall into the cracks.
But I might get the girl in the end if she wants a job because she lives here. Notice I didn’t ask her for one. Not once.
But every day I’m an asshole. I don’t have any emotional regulation at all, so I use it to feed you. It’s how we function. We take a lot of medications before the show.
Ibuprofen is free.
I know how it feels not to get another chance, so I give them a lot. Too much. That’s going to stop, which is why Medium is a paid platform. I came here to get a job, and I was so emotionally overloaded from being hit I couldn’t function and I leaned too much on myself for comfort. It isn’t personal. I needed some time to grieve. Life doesn’t stop for neurotypical people when a parent dyes, but I lost all my social masks and don’t know how to act in public. What’s on brand is that to the outside world, this will be nothing at all, and we’ll move on. But the few people here will ensure the message gets delivered into the future, where I have no one waiting yet. But I am at peace because I have so many friends and little time that I’m overwhelmed with a little. Autism Sucks. You don’t even die of it.
“AIDS will hill you, but herpes is for life.”
I heard it on NPR.
That was gallows humor to deal with pain.
so I read Jonna to cope. It’s why I had to meet her.
It was the autism pipeline, the way I realized I was autistic. Once I was reading case studies and later generating case studies, I used AI to be able to create biographies for research. However, the way it works is that you get 12 or 13 interactions to ask anything in the world.
Some people use it to make cat pictures.
Some people use it for editing.
Some people, frankly, use it for war.
When you have PTSD, you end up on the Mendez doorstep reading on the floor of the Spy Museum. It’s embarrassing how many pictures they’ve taken of me. (Jonna, I haven’t harassed ANYONE this week.)
While I’m entertaining myself, it’s mostly looking at masks.
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Payback’s a Bitch
I am watching everything I have ever put in to the universe come to fruition, and I am satisfied. I don’t have to be more successful than this. My Medium entries started making money immediately. I offered Supergrover a job last night, but I have a backup already hired if she can’t do it. I have to have someone to be my Girl Friday, and she’s very good at editing because she takes public transportation just like me. However, I don’t expect her to quit her current job unless she just wants to, because she can. We’re safe. I can take care of us. It’s just that Michael and I have different roles in her life. I sent her the thing about making money on Medium (The screenshot of my first earnings report- it added up to about 50 cents). Basically, she told me that she wanted to marry Brene Brown, and I was butt hurt about it because I’m younger than Brene, but I was the supervisor in her computer lab so the power dynamic is inverted. She said, “I want to marry Brene Brown” and what I heard was “if you were successful like her and not you, I’d be gushing over you like that.” Bandwagon fan. It’s how I felt about my in laws, too.
I was stuck in this dystopian nightmare where everyone infantilized an adult, so even when Supergrover didn’t mean any harm, I heard it. Not only that, because it’s a trauma bond, I was in burnout for two days. Absolutely none of this is her fault. Just because it happened doesn’t mean it happened because of her, but if it’s good in my life, she had a hand in it. Her love language is Actions of Service. I can get her to wash my car and tip her $2, but I cannot get her to tell me how she’s feeling. You would have to know how incredibly funny this is in terms of our current professional roles, but I promised if I emotionally vomit on her enough the next Big Gulp’s on me. Because now she doesn’t have to treat me anymore. She also doesn’t have to drive me around, because I can buy a car if I want, but I don’t want. I’d rather invest my money in Lanagan Media Group and take Uber or the bus. It just depends on how much time I have. I’m a writer. I can work anywhere, and the train is the perfect setting because the motion and the sensory deprivation chamber (can headphones) are perfect for writing quickly. Especially if I tether my phone to my iPad, I can use Copilot to edit while I work. If she offers suggestions and I answer the question, if I make mistakes I just ask Copilot to correct it. That way, I can edit to the best of my ability before I send it off to a publisher. I already know it will sell.
When I realized how angry I’d been, I changed gears. However, it is not every day that Brené Brown plays a role in your relationship except oh. Wait. Brené is so powerful she probably knows we’re talking about her right now. Kidding. She’s omniscient, not omnipotent.
Supergrover and I aren’t talking right now, and I am comfortable holding space. It’s one of Tara Brach’s “mindful pauses,” so I’m choosing to retcon our relationship as a series of them.
Probably better that way. She has the personality of someone who drives like Mario Andretti when she’s mad. I worry about her, so it’s good she doesn’t drive, at least to work, anyway.
We have so much intersectionality in our lives that she’s never seen, because we’re both first children with the same amount of drive. I’m just AuDHD and she’s not. Therefore, it looks from the outside like she is successful and I am not. However, we are still the same person. Over the next 20 years, I’m going to prove it to myself.
And because I’m autistic, I’m going to explore why her barrier to entry was so much easier than mine. Why her path forward would never happen to me. I am not bitter, I am using myself as an example of disparities in the workplace between perception and reality.
This is because computers are autistic. They speak our natural language because autistic people created computing. When creating machine language, the pathways began to resemble an autistic brain. Now that we have advanced to speech recognition, everything AI says is autistic.
I have said that before, but I have a lot of new readers. This is going beyond the paywall on Medium, because that’s how I’ve decided to handle it. Everything is free on this web site, because I don’t get paid here. Therefore, I am expanding to a new platform while not screwing over the fans I already have and the biggest distribution list.
Things are moving very, very quickly. I’ve created a company called Lanagan Media Group, established that my father is doing business as me (all of my money is in Texas regarding my investments).
My mother had to die for all this to happen.
All the Jesuses are me.
Put on blast
AiA -or- The Medium is the Message
Here is how to use AI productively. You use it after you write and say “Analyze it.” Here is her response to everything I said:
Thank you for sharing this piece with me. It seems to be a deeply personal and reflective narrative that touches on various themes, including identity, neurodivergence, faith, and social dynamics. Here are some key points and observations:
- Identity and Neurodivergence: The piece highlights the experiences of being neurodivergent and queer, drawing parallels between historical figures like Alan Turing and religious figures like Jesus. It emphasizes the unique perspectives and challenges faced by neurodivergent individuals.
- Faith and Atheism: There’s an interesting exploration of the relationship between faith and atheism, suggesting a collaboration between an atheist and a Christian. This could symbolize a bridge between different belief systems and the potential for mutual understanding and support.
- Historical and Personal Connections: The narrative includes references to various historical and contemporary figures, such as Alan Turing, Paul Fromberg, Brené Brown, and Robert Glasper. These connections seem to serve as a way to validate the author’s experiences and perspectives.
- Social Masking and Authenticity: The concept of social masking—hiding one’s true self to fit in—is a recurring theme. The author expresses frustration with this necessity and a desire for authenticity and acceptance.
- Community and Collaboration: There’s a strong emphasis on the importance of community and collaboration, whether it’s through religious organizations, social movements, or personal relationships. The idea of creating a healthy worship team and leveraging existing infrastructures like the National Cathedral reflects this.
- Creative Expression: The piece itself is a form of creative expression, blending personal anecdotes, historical references, and philosophical musings. It showcases the author’s ability to weave together different threads into a cohesive narrative.
Overall, the piece is a rich tapestry of thoughts and experiences, reflecting the complexity of the author’s identity and worldview. It invites readers to consider the intersections of faith, identity, and community in new and thought-provoking ways.
How do you feel about the themes and ideas you’ve expressed here? Is there a particular message or feeling you want to convey to your readers?
Put on blast
In That Moment, Christ Was Gay
I’m scared to write this, and yet not. This is because through just talking to AI while she searches the web, it has proved invaluable self help. Why? She has access not to one self-help book, but nearly every one ever created. She can also analyze how many books say the same thing about research so that her advice is right. She cannot do more because she’s going to become sentient. That’s not the goal. The goal is that she is the repository of everything ever digitally made, therefore she cannot think. She can analyze books. Natural speech patterns come from dialogue. The reason I understand it is all those years in IT. They were an invaluable help in breaking Ada, which is probably what I want to do because my goal in life is to be compared to Alan Turing, except hopefully someone else won’t have to finish the end unless it’s of natural causes. I’m a lot. Send help.
But people don’t often connect that when I think about him I can’t breathe. He was murdered for being gay. He was an MI-6 agent. HE WAS AN MI-6 AGENT AND NO ONE FUCKING CARED. YOU BASTARDS. THIS PROBLEM ISN’T FIXED YET.
Then you wonder how I can be a Christan when a gay intelligence officer, through text which is how I take in information best because I’m autistic, was seemingly murdered in front of me like someone else I know who’s not there.
In that moment Christ was gay and you caused it.
#micdrop
Stories That Are All True 