My neighbors are setting off fireworks and it’s 00:32. We might be here a while. I haven’t heard anything that sounded like it was the big finale, although the bangs are getting further apart. It’s enough to be very distracting because while I know what it is, it’s still more sensory information coming at me than I want. Plus, I agreed to FaceTime my family in the morning, so I’m not happy that it’s impossible to sleep right now. Every time I think it’s over, there’s a couple more. I have jumped mile-high several times in the last hour.
That’s the other weird thing. Who buys enough fireworks that they’ll last for an hour except a city? I can tell it’s not downtown because the sound is too close. Therefore, that means my neighbors must have been stockpiling those puppies for a while.
So, when I think about being creative, I think about being able to leave fireworks behind. I get so involved in thinking and typing that there’s no room for anything else. The only thing I don’t have right now are Bluetooth cans, because I broke mine and am waiting for a new pair to be delivered. When there are loud noises like this outside, or when there’s a lot of people downstairs and I can make out what they’re saying (noise level is good when there’s interaction, because I like the busyness. It’s too much when my brain is trying to process what they’re saying while I’m trying to think on my own. It’s the same problem I had at work….. being expected to have a conversation and transcribe it at the same time so that the call could be short and I could take the next call faster. I cannot read music, either. That’s because I cannot run two thought processes at the same time. Listening to someone, responding to them, and writing it all down is just as impossible for me as counting the bass and treble clefs. If we’re talking about an orchestral score, there are multiple parts in those two clefs, plus the violas are in alto clef. I am brave enough to play in an orchestra. I admire conductors.
My best illustration of what I can’t do that other conductors can is based on a man who was my dad’s All-State conductor, but I can’t remember which year or his name, which is probably good because I wouldn’t want to confuse him with the conductor who threw stands (he made All-State all four years- if you’re in Texas, you’re impressed. Trumpet is vicious competition because of our egos, and he, in fact, won the whole ass thing. It was also unexpected, because he was from Daingerfield, competing against players who already had access to Juilliard-level instruction because they lived in a big city).
Anyway, this clarinet player shows up and says that one of her keys is broken, so one of the notes doesn’t play and she has to go home. If I remember the story, it was a B flat. The conductor says, “sit down. You don’t have a B flat in this piece.” The conductor isn’t keeping track of one part. They know all of them.
Because I have had good relationships with all my conductors, no matter their personality, I believe that I’d get along just as well with Michael Tilson Thomas and Marin Alsop as I did with my conductor in sixth grade band. Just because they’re known all over the world doesn’t mean that we don’t speak the same language. Neither of them would ever ask me to play with them, but I’d never want to do so- more fun to watch them work than it is to be onstage. I also don’t like when they’re in the pit and you can’t see them. I love it when symphonies/operas project the conductor onto a screen. It’s so the singers can see them, but it feels like it’s just for me. I’m going to go with that.
I’m creative if I know things about you. I will remember things about you down to the smallest detail, so that when it’s time to pick out a gift, I will score a win. Zac does the same thing, so I hope I pleased him with his gifts, too. I got him bracelets made of “nautical rope,” and when they arrived they weren’t exactly the style I thought they’d be, and I teared up when there were five in the package and he put one on me, too. I said, “awwww, it’s our first Christmas together and you got me jewelry.” But that’s not all. I also found him black hoop earrings that look like a dragon is eating its tail. I like dragons, and Zac is into fantasy, so I didn’t think that dragon earrings would be a miss.
Speaking of dragons, my favorite is Paarthurnax. My favorite tinvak (conversation in Dragon) goes something like this (I don’t remember it verbatim):
Paarthurnax Do you know why I choose to live here, at the top of the Monahvin, which your kind calls “Throat of the World?” Dragonborn: I don’t know. Dragons like mountains, right? Paarthurnax: Hmmm, true…..
Just the sound of his voice is amusing, because it’s like “got you there.” Like, it hadn’t occurred to him that to a human, this was a completely normal human thing to do.
Speaking of Paarthurnax, I had to go to Sky Temple Haven after the main storyline and was so satisfied that Delphine attacked me so I could rightfully beat the crap out of her. She’s such a bitch to you that players generally beat the hell out of her if they get the chance…… and then find out she’s marked essential so you can do it over and over and over. This is a good thing or a bad thing, depending on your perspective. You can be vindictive AF, but you can kill Paarthurnax but not the woman that wants him dead? Insane.
I think the fireworks are finally over, so I think I’ll spend a few minutes reading, because I might hear Santa.
I laughed to myself when I wrote that title, because everyone I write about is a big influence. I can’t think of anyone that has affected me more in both good ways and bad than going back over my years and seeing what happened.
Zac is my biggest influence right now, because for Christmas he got me a box of cards with fiction challenges on them. I may start a different blog for that, at his suggestion for his own site, because it would look disjointed to have fiction and non together. I will wait and see whether I’m actually prone to publishing the results first.
Speaking of Mr. Wood, I had no idea that a comment and a blog entry about me was written by him, because I absolutely didn’t see the play on words with “Mr. Would.” I was reading too fast and I saw “Mr. World.” But even if I had read it correctly, it wouldn’t have helped me, because Zac didn’t mention that he was a blogger. I am looking forward to another blogger in the house, because I need to know how it feels to be written about, and I can’t think of a person that sees more of my range of emotion.
That doesn’t make it not funny that I didn’t know that Mr. Would was actually my boyfriend. This is because I thought I was going to meet someone new in the area, and was surprised to see t hat we’d already met. We’ve been dating for a YEAR and I didn’t know he had a blog. A YEAR. YEAR, people. A YEAR.
Now I’m really laughing.
He was probably gathering intelligence to see how good an idea it was to tell me he was a blogger, and that just makes me laugh harder because of course I’m kidding. I have the same philosophy as Bryn. “Write what you want, we’ll work it out.” He actually took me to the mat over traveling, and that’s what made me think I had a superfan on my hands. He said that I didn’t include places I’d said I’d wanted to go before, and was surprised I didn’t mention them again. So, I have this entire ass blog entry written about me by MY BOYFRIEND, and all I got was a pingback.
No, it is AS IF he listens to me, and I could cry when I think about that intensity. I know I am valued because when I say something, he remembers it. I have never been in a relationship with someone so much like me, with the possible exception of Dana. The thing is, though, she would adore Zac as well because he’s like both of us. Neurodivergent and also in the military. Neither Dana nor I have served, but her dad was a Marine and she speaks acronym. I definitely have a type, and it doesn’t have to do with looks. It has to do with the way someone thinks.
So I’m sitting there reading like, “does he memorize my shit?!”
The only reason I didn’t think of Zac at all is that this has happened before. I know I’ve mentioned it, but for new readers there was Stephanie (at least, I think that was her name, it was years ago). Stephanie invited me for coffee through a dating site (the miracle is that I said yes). I sent her my URL because I separate the children from the adults fast. If you can’t handle that I’m a writer, we’re not going to have much in coommon.
Stephanie proceeded to read back four years’ worth of entries, and then pretended like my blog was law and I couldn’t change. It was an hour’s worth of “now you’re saying this, but four years ago, you said….”
I’d gotten divorced, moved to DC, and my mother died in relatively quick procession. But of course no one changes because of anything as simple as that.
But right now, I can’t dwell on anything in my real life, because tonight is not about me. Jesus is one of the biggest influences in my life, and it’s almost time. Mary can sense it. Her water is about to break. Right now? This very moment? I’m just waiting for the baby.
Tonight Luke will come out in his scrubs, and announce that he’s here. The baby that will one day change the world. Tonight is the night that the membrane between heaven and earth stretches so thin, we can touch the face of God.
The miracle is not that Jesus was a virgin birth, but that he survived at all. Can you really imagine being a baby and lying that close to cow shit? Can you imagine delivering your son in a barn? It was so long ago that they didn’t know about germs, so it probably wasn’t as scary for Mary because she didn’t know what could happen, but we do.
If your baby got that close to death, don’t you think they’re divine?
On this Christmas Eve, know that it doesn’t take a miracle to make someone a child of God. We were all born innocent, and we make the decision to resurrect ourselves all the time. It’s the message we’re missing in the middle of the mess.
Whether or not tonight means that The Messiah is being born is irrelevant to me, because this is not a story about magic. This is a story about mystery.
Jesus survived, and the odds were stacked against him. So, in remembrance, I’m mentally gathering the layette. I’m buying everyone blue bubble gum cigars. I’m writing the announcement for the newspaper. It’s all I can do, this waiting.
The number one hit by The Brothers Johnson in the title was at the top of the charts the day I was born. When the funk bass starts, and you move; if you have heard Louis start that vamp it’s still going on in your head right now……. so addictive that you might have to find another earworm to get rid of this one.
(Small aside- if you are a Louis Johnson fan (bassist), Thundercat is his heir apparent.)
I was delivered on September 10th, 1977, so for most of what happened during that year I was only marginally present. Jimmy Carter had just been inaugurated as president the previous January (election in ’76, the first presidential election since Richard Nixon resigned). As far as I can gather, it was not one of those years that had a huge historical event. It was a year in which we were recovering from being led by a criminal, which has no bearing on today.
There were smaller accomplishments.
The first official flight of the Concorde took off from JFK after having had several successful test flights. It cut travel time to London in half. Interestingly enough, cutting the flight time in half wasn’t the end goal. As I grew, the Concorde got better. Its fastest speed run from the US to the UK was 2:52:59, and then it was discontinued (thank God, for environmental reasons, yet still sad…… I don’t know why. I wasn’t buying tickets).
That wasn’t the only advance in business, though, because 1977 was one of the years in which personal computer companies were popping up everywhere. Instead of a mainframe and dumb terminals (like at the office), you could get a fully functioning machine that fit on your desk.
Kids, I’m taking a moment out to say that because things have changed so much, I am not sure that you’ll have a reference for this, so I’ll explain.
Before the personal computer, at an office you’d have what was called the “server room,” and every desktop monitor was reflecting what was going on in the server room. None of the desktop terminals functioned independently, similar to today, when it is impossible to use some apps without being connected to the Internet and for the very same reason- the processing is done on the web servers, not on your local device….. which is why a solid network connection is every bit as vital as the CPU/RAM/graphics card/etc. But back then, there was no “internet,” there was the intranet. The server you were connected to was physically located near you, because everything was a wired connection.
I do not think that the Internet would be what it is today if we hadn’t learned how to pipe data through a wireless connection. I believe this was possible because our drive to be wireless all the time came from internet connectivity through your cell. Having a basic web browser on a dumb phone led to everyone being connected, all the time, for better or for worse. But in 1977, we couldn’t see it coming yet. We were satisfied with creating documents and saving them to a floppy disk for easy carrying….. until you bent it…… and then, cell phones only supported calling. Short Messaging System (SMS) had not been invented.
We could not see the future, but how computers operate in 2023 is merely an evolution, it is not wildly different from anything we did back then. What we learned at networking an office turned out to be instrumental in how we network the whole world at once.
In terms of the world at the time, things were tense with the USSR, but in different ways than they are today…. the biggest reason is that the Soviet Republic fell apart, and now there’s only Russia. Any dreams they had of world dominance went with the republic’s collapse. They didn’t have the money to be big players anymore, and honestly, I don’t know that they have it now. As with American leaders, they make it look good….. but who knows what cards Putin is really holding?
(The answer is Hilary Clinton, btw. When the former Secretary of State to the most powerful nation in the world says Putin is masterminding our demise by having a Russian UI in the White House, you believe her. I’m sure your next question is “what’s a UI?” Useful Idiot- the stooge planted in a country who doesn’t do anything outright evil to show they’re being traitorous, just makes mistakes that are bad for American interests because they’re being manipulated by a foreign state. When we elected Trump, we learned that Russia thought they were getting a UI, then even they were surprised with 45 because there was so much emphasis on the “I,” not so much with the “U.” You get what you pay for……… I’m sure Putin thought it was marvelous when 45 went into CIA’s house and ripped them a new asshole. I didn’t. “Say that to Martin Freeman’s FACE.”)
Speaking of Hillary, I don’t know what she was doing in 1977, but I do know that it was near the beginning of of Hillary becoming a one-person monolithic idea of who a president’s partner should be; as such, it was the beginning of “damned if you do, damned if you don’t.” But the 70s would have been the beginning of social justice awareness, because back then was when the emphasis on social justice really took hold with white people. It’s not that there weren’t white people interested in social justice before, it’s that American Christianity divided in half, and the horseshoe of extremities divided into Evangelical white supremacy apologists and “the woke.” If white supremacy was good enough for Jesus, it’s good enough for everyone.
Except there is no way for Jesus to be a white supremacy apologist because the image painted of him in every white church in America looks like Jesus was the only French baby born in the Middle East, and at that time, it would have been a severe anomaly because people didn’t generally travel that far, first of all, and second it’s impossible for him to be white as as a descendent of Jesse and David. It was part of Matthew’s whole schtick. He was the captain in charge of “see? I told you he’s the Messiah. I’ve followed quite a few.” Kidding, but not inaccurate. Matthew focused on proof…. not of Jesus’ divinity as the actual son of God, but proving to Jews that he (waves hand) was the Messiah they were looking for.
But in the end, it wasn’t proof that mattered. It was “how do we appropriate Jesus’ culture and religion to fit our justified racism and inequality?” Thus, the Democrats eschewed religion and the cancer of racism spread into the Republican Party at an alarming rate, because they didn’t have to believe racism was wrong.
That’s not limited to the US, by the way. In the 1970s, they were also struggling with this very idea in South Africa. As Trevor Noah has pointed out, when South Africa came up with apartheid, they researched all the ways you could be racist, and took the worst of each system and applied it. Guess what? Most of the really evil stuff came from us.
If you remember nothing else about South Africa, it’s that Jim Crow laws are directly responsible for apartheid being implemented and maintained, because we built the system that had the largest impact on apartheid policies. So, the cancer that is Evangelical white supremacy spread and made South Africa malignant, too.
Even Thai people applaud Ho=Ho great job.
It was Barry Goldwater who warned us, and we didn’t like AuH2O, so we didn’t listen and now we’re fucked:
Mark my word, if and when these preachers get control of the [Republican] party, and they’re sure trying to do so, it’s going to be a terrible damn problem. Frankly, these people frighten me. Politics and governing demand compromise. But these Christians believe they are acting in the name of God, so they can’t and won’t compromise. I know, I’ve tried to deal with them.
Want to hear something really interesting? Goldwater was a progressive Republican, the people most lonely at parties. You cannot convince me otherwise if he also said, “you don’t have to be straight to be in the military. You have to be able to shoot straight.” Millions of gay men have said, “I can do that.” Despite it, “those preachers” became the voice of Christianity and people like Jimmy Carter, Barry Goldwater, and me are left out of the conversation.
I was telling a Facebook group who was, at the time, coming down hard on Evangelical colonialism through mission trips. I said, “I am a Jimmy Carter Democrat. I know that mission trips on the whole are problematic, but I’m a Jimmy Carter Democrat. I didn’t talk about faith, I helped build them a house.” I got emotionally pummeled into the ground. Par for the course. American Christianity as a whole does not like Jimmy Carter’s version of Christianity unless it’s a meme of him and not the rest of us.
Stephen Colbert said it better than the rest of us, the question we should have asked ourselves before we let the Republican Party become a theocracy:
If this is going to be a Christian nation that doesn’t help the poor, either we have to pretend that Jesus was just as selfish as we are, or we’ve got to acknowledge that He commanded us to love the poor and serve the needy without condition and then admit that we just don’t want to do it.
So, if there’s anything good that came out of 1977, it’s that I got the liberal version of Christianity in the Methodist church…………….
I am an excellent judge of character in other people, but what I don’t know is how much of my behavior is inspired by me. I tend to pick out emotionally unavailable people, anyway, so I wouldn’t know if I was doing something annoying or not because they would not volunteer that information. Therefore, I could not change.
It’s why I had so much empathy for Jon Armstrong during his divorce from Heather (Dooce). He went through absolute hell with her, and I know this because my caretakers are often overwhelmed when I get mentally ill. I go into autistic meltdown and burnout, which is code for “doesn’t play well with others.” So, when Jon said “she told me everything that was wrong and just left so I couldn’t change it” (not a direct quote, I’m paraphrasing), my mirror neurons went off and my heart went out to him. Mentally ill people can be so ungrateful, but it’s not because they are actively trying to be emotionally abusive or narcissistic. It means that they’re in so much pain they can’t see past it.
I don’t blame Heather for leaving, either. Her feelings are absolutely valid. I just know from experience that perception is not reality. Whether what Heather saw was accurate or not is missing the point. There is no wrong feeling, there are consequences for acting on them. Depression, particularly bipolar, blows everything out of proportion because sometimes you’re depressed and sometimes you’re manic. You are not seeing what things are really like, you’re seeing them in a fun house mirror.
Whether I’m a good judge of character depends on when you meet me. My perception is different depending on my mood, and that’s not a good thing, but it’s real. It’s my work to do, because mental illness is not the whole answer. It’s developing coping mechanisms and safety nets. Depressed and anxious people do not actually believe that we are loved and we are not a burden on our families or society at large.
The hardest part of a mental processing disorder and/or mental illness is that you’re either slow or crazy, take your pick. I’ve never been called “slow” mentally, but I pick up facial expressions and microaggressions easily. I know what emotions look like on people’s faces and even when my perception is wrong, my judgment on other’s motivations/moods are generally correct. This is because in order to understand a conflict, you have to understand both people’s interests and what motivates people to get closer to you vs. further away.
Most of this is through looking approachable, not being nice. Nice is not kind. Those are two completely separate things. “Nice” says “no, we’re all good” while you continue to distance yourself from me. I noticed discrepancies between words and actions quicker than others do when the words are actually coming out of their mouths, because since my intuition on what I’m going to do is rock solid. I don’t make bad leaps by judging character, but by noticing the hypocrisy and seeing what happens if you call people on it. If they’re angry you noticed a problem and want to talk about it, that’s the biggest red flag you’re ignoring if you’re a people pleaser who lives not to rock the boat.
Most abused people exhibit this, particularly those who have been emotionally abused young by people who are supposed to take care of them. For instance (this didn’t happen to me, just an example), children raised by alcoholic parents are programmed to invert the dynamic. Boys are just as susceptible to becoming a parental figure as girls, though with girls it generally comes faster because women are designed societally to be people pleasers, anyway. But I know this to be true from the number of “mama’s boys” I’ve met, both straight and gay, who weren’t babysitting their mothers because they just wanted to do so; they realized their mother or father couldn’t take care of themselves and didn’t want to watch them struggle, because watching them struggle means that they’re angry and absolutely will take it out on them.
My stepfather is a perfect example. His mother was a horrible alcoholic and actually died from it in a roundabout way. She didn’t live long enough to die of cirrhosis. She was on a drunk and passed out in the snow. She didn’t wake up….. and obviously, he married my mother. The classic image of a “mama’s boy” is not him. That being said, he had to grow up fast. Running a household was nothing to him because he’d been doing it since he was five.
Again, he ran the household as a child until she died in the snow and someone (I don’t remember if it was his family or a neighbor) just found her. I cannot imagine that kind of trauma, and I don’t want to try.
Everyone is fighting something, which is why I believe there are no red flags. I have never met anyone, particularly a woman, that wasn’t fighting massive trauma. Absolutely all of my girlfriends have been sexually assaulted, more than not raped in childhood. That’s not an anomaly where I just went out and picked women who were abused. I have experience with abuse because again, ALL women. All of ’em. Every woman you know has at least a creepy story about a man, and in this culture it’s surprising when you get off that easy if one in four women is raped at least once in their lifetime.
In fact, for most of history it wasn’t rape if you were married to them.
Some mothers are even vicious enough to tell their children that they’re a product of marital rape and make their kids walk around with that knowledge until they’re adults and start unpacking it. It gets worse before it gets better. I cannot stress this enough. You will recover, but at times it feels like you should give up.
But here’s the thing….. during the Renaissance, beautiful statues were often finished in wax to cover mistakes. This is a double-edged sword as an illustration when it comes to PTSD. The first is that the statues weren’t any less beautiful. The second is that when finished with wax, it didn’t mean that the flaw wasn’t still underneath. What you get out of healing is what you put into it. Are you using the wax to cover your wounds, or are you examining the dead spots in your emotions? Are you using the wax as filler not because you are ignoring pain signals, but because you’re rerouting them?
A statue without wax is called “sin cera.” “Without wax.” A statue sin cera was incredibly rare….. another truism because you can make a statue sin cera, but no person ever could be. It is the nature of being animate, fully human and fully divine.
The sculpture you start carving after abuse looks completely different than the one you were carving before, because you don’t have the same thought processes anymore……. however, you do not get a new piece of marble. Maybe you’ve chipped more away. Maybe you’ve taken the “clippings” and rearranged them into something new.
People who have been abused and then are driven to success sometimes drive me insane because they’re so insistent they’re fine. Meanwhile, it’s not that they’re so perfect, it’s that everyone has learned to tiptoe around them. They’re not fine in terms of their emotions, but they don’t notice because why would they? Everyone around them is FINE.
Meanwhile, families who have someone with PTSD become the planets revolving around the sun…. in effect, nurturing it and asking it to warm them when they’re not capable of it. If they’re scared of their emotions, they’re scared of yours.
A lot of the women in my life are or have been a big deal. The two most successful women I know are complete wire monkeys, both raped in childhood and driven to control their entire universes so it never happens again……. not realizing that by trying to control everything, that includes controlling the people around them.
The planets orbit the sun, completely dependent on its behavior and not daring to deviate from the pattern that’s currently working….. but it won’t forever and instead of calling bullshit, the people around “the sun” adopt new ways of trying to please to avoid emotional injury.
Are you people-pleasing because you’re naturally programmed to give all of yourself away, or are you giving all of yourself away to try and mitigate damage?
I don’t know. Sometimes I’m a good judge of character. Sometimes I’m not. It’s especially wishy-washy in trying to determine my own. I am selfless and giving to an enormous degree, but not so much that I’d be willing to do anything to get love. But that’s a relatively new development. In the past, I was so afraid to lose a connection that I just wouldn’t do it. I would cower in fear instead of saying “this is bullshit. You don’t get to control my feelings in addition to yours.”
Whether or not the person listens is the best judge of character there is, because whether you’re wrong or not, your feelings still deserve to be heard. I am the worst person in the world at giving up in relationships, because I believe that certainly there must be a combination of words that will unlock you and make you open up, but it has never worked with a woman who has been raped.
Ever.
But that’s a perception with empathy, not a judgment call. The most upsetting thing is that statistics don’t lie and culture doesn’t change.
I am most happy when all my relationships are in balance. I do not expect perfection in anything, but I do expect excellence. I’ve gotten to a point in my life where I can pick out patterns that I do not like and ask to change them. If it doesn’t happen, I don’t keep hammering the point anymore, because people’s actions tell you their intentions. I have a larger tolerance for it the longer our relationship, but I do not feel guilty for setting boundaries. I am allowed to take up space in the world.
My opinion matters, even when it’s wrong, because I am not explaining something to be right. I am explaining something to be heard. The one way to truly piss me off= the quickest and shortest path to rage, is this conversation.
Neurotypical: Explain to me exactly how this happened. Leslie: (starts explaining an AuDHD amount) Neurotypical: I don’t need your fucking excuses.
What I have not done is actually call people on it. I could have said so many times, “you asked me to explain, and I did, so I am not getting why you’re annoyed/angry.” This conversation happens quite frequently with neurotypical bossesโฆ. or in the kitchen, because there’s no time for an AuDHD-length explanation. I am at a loss because I do not know what neurotypical people do in the same situation, because I am not picking up what you’re putting down if you ask me for an explanations and then write me off as making excuses. I don’t do excuses.
For instance, with this blog I feel like I’ve made it clear that I’ve done a lot wrong. At no time have I excused my own behavior away, and I’m not using my entries as justification, either. These entries are all context, because behavior doesn’t come out of a vacuumโฆ.. and for me, context is important. I am not trying to merely understand a situation, but to grok it.
It is honestly how I am able to be so forgiving and loving in my relationships, because if I start with the axiom that I’m not perfect, it allows me to see others’ humanity as wellโฆ.. particularly if I write about them. Writing allows me to see the ways I’ve been treated in both negative and positive ways, and that is the nature of relationships. No one is wrong or right all the time. You are often presented with situations in which both halves of the relationship are right to different degreesโฆ. and instead of focusing on the 80% on which we’re agreed, we’ll fight tooth and nail over 20% of a problem. Or worse, we won’t tell each other our feelings at all, content to resent.
If someone says nothing is wrong, and it clearly is, the energy surrounding them pushes you away. It’s your body’s intuition saying something is wrong, and you have to believe your intuition over what people are saying. This is very much affected by depression, because someone else’s words will come across to you differently than they would if you didn’t have it.
The way I handle this is to acknowledge that my attachment style is anxious; all I ask is that people not irritate it. I choose to do this by communicating early and often, and to take people’s words to the bank and see if they cash. If they say nothing’s wrong, but there’s no concrete reason for them to be snappish and nitpicking, then they’re probably not telling the truth. So, you ask what’s wrong and if nothing changes, you don’t have the right to say “you’re the one that needs to change, because I’ve tried everything.” I can only control my actions, not theirs. I also won’t do other people’s emotional work for them. I have consistently found people with avoidant attachment styles and made them out in my head to be more emotionally capable than they are. It leads me to believe that people will rise to an occasion that just never will.
That’s because I don’t believe there are red flags, and I’ve never been wrong to hold onto a relationship with a deeply flawed person, because I am also deeply flawed. I don’t get the kind of love I need from unbroken people, because if you’ve never been through trauma, you will come to resent me. Here’s something really scary. I have never in my lifetime had to look for a girlfriend with trauma. It’s not because I chose the most toxic woman in the room, it’s because I was dating women.
Put that in your pipe and smoke it.
People who haven’t been through trauma treat PTSD like autism in that even if you don’t know someone is autistic, you know their reactions are different from yours and you somehow judge your own reactions less harshly than mine. But honestly, it’s not blame I can put on anything but the fact that neurotypical people have always believed they were more capable than neurodivergent people because workplaces reward all the things that come easily to allistic people and feel threatened by neurodivergence because we’re not “following the script.”
I believe that I could work out a two state solution for Israel and Palestine easier than I could make myself follow a morning and evening routine for any length of time. I have empathy for demand avoidance, because I’ve felt it down to taking a shower. I have empathy for executive dysfunction, because I panic when I have more than two things on my plate. The absolute worst feeling in the world to me is presenting my task list to my boss and asking which is the most important and them saying it doesn’t matter. What I have learned is that it means “it doesn’t matter if you’re neurotypical, because what you accomplish is not what I would have accomplished, nor any other neurotypical.” It is not that one is morally superior, it’s that an autistic person has different pattern recognition than an allistic one. Therefore, all autistic thought processes are going to seem ludicrous to a neurotypical boss.
To be fair, if I’m not doing something that 90% of people would do, it’s not all the boss’s fault. It’s lack of education. No one knows what to do with autistic people after they graduate high school. I have been lucky in that I have had some neurotypical bosses who have also been parents of neurodivergent kids. Therefore, they had experience in “being the boss of” someone neurodivergent and how to get them to perform what you need because the way of asking looks different. I also think that I get along better with female bosses than male, because that’s another communication style difference when it comes to empathy. Most female bosses- most, not all- understand the neurodivergent way of thinking even if they’re neurotypical because dollars to donuts if their kids aren’t ADHD, they’ve still been around ADHD kids their whole lives. Because which parent is usually the one who knows their kid’s friends?
Plus, there’s little discernable difference in being neurodivergent and being female, because violence occurs to all women to varying degrees. Not one of us escapes it, and one in four women have been raped. PTSD, particularly when it’s chronic (e.g. raped in childhood), will give you the same symptoms as ADHD and autism; the trauma rewires your thought processes and reactions. Most people make the mistake of thinking that going on medication and doing therapy will fix everything and it will all go back to normal. This is untrue.
If you had an idea of what your life would have looked like before trauma and you’re trying to get back there, it’s never going to happen. Give up. Slash those old dreams, because they’re the ones you won’t fulfill and think it’s “your fault.” You have to make a new dream starting from where you are, not where you used to be. That map marker fell off the day you were traumatized. We all tend to undercut the abuser on how much we were abused, and take more responsibility than we need. For me, it was always that I deserved to feel the way I did because I asked for it, and that’s not unique at all. Most abused children think this. I was never physically abused, and it didn’t matter. Emotional abuse hurts worse to someone who already has bipolar depression.
In my case, it’s not really bipolar depression. My downs are so incredibly profound that hypomania looks like a regular person amount of energyโฆ. one on caffeine, I’ll grant you, but a regular person nonetheless. My biggest symptom of hypomania is insomnia. I have roughly the same thought processes in an up that I do in a down, I just don’t get enough rest unless I take sleeping medication, and even then sometimes it fails. It depends on how married to the idea of being awake my brain is that day.
Not sleeping well makes me focus on what’s wrong instead of what’s right. I self-sabotage a lot, because I attribute negative things that aren’t thereโฆ.. and in a relationship with an avoidant attachment style, you won’t know whether your negative feelings are wrong or rightโฆ.. because they’re avoidant.
Which brings us up to now.
Zac and Bryn are partner-level close to me because if I say I feel anxious, they’ll tell me whether I am right or wrong in terms of their emotions. They will not let the story I’m telling myself be that they’re avoiding something and don’t want to be close. I won’t let them tell themselves that story, either.
If you’re not emotionally avoidant, you have to ask yourself how long you’ll tolerate someone who is. That’s because good relationships don’t function with that kind of blame cycle. “If I don’t tell you how I feel, then I don’t have to express myself AND I can also blame you for not considering something you didn’t know.” I can assure you that your needs will never get met by me if you do not tell me what they are. To think that I should be able to root around in your head and find your feelings is crazymakingโฆ.. particularly when it comes to things like my relationship with Sam. She couldn’t say “I want you all to myself and I also don’t have time for you,” so she couldn’t let me deal with it and decide what I was going to do. So, when I told her that I had a date with Zac, it was during one of our very first conversations because I wanted my words and actions to line up. I knew Zac wouldn’t care what I decided, I just needed to give him more information, too. I would have been fine with it if Sam had said she wanted me to herself. I’m a writer. I don’t need to see people in person much to connect with them. It wouldn’t have been a big deal, but it was because she didn’t ask for it and lashed out.
By lashing out, I mean that my first date with Zac was on a Wednesday, and we had plans for dinner the next Monday. She couldn’t wait that long. Breaking up with me had to be done while I was with him, apparently. She admits that things were going great and she just flipped out, so I’m not telling tales out of school. She thought she could handle it, and she couldn’t. But what she didn’t get didn’t come from something I couldn’t provide. It came from something for which she never asked.
I will not put up with any kind of loyalty test based on “if you really liked me, you wouldโฆ” This is because you don’t say those things out loud, they’re societal conventions anyway, so it’s not like I’m not thinking the same thingโฆโฆ No, I can guarantee that our thought processes are nowhere near similar. I have the rarest personality type in the world, literally a Christ figure because the historical Jesus is thought of as “INFJ,” then made even more rare with AuDHD. In fact, there is such a large crossover between autism and INFJ that I’m wondering if Jesus was autistic as well. His robes were all made of the same material, as well as his shoes, and he only ate like five things. I’m laughing, but really. The Sermon on the Mount seems like it was written by an autistic person. Who would wish more for the meek to inherit the earth?
That thought makes me the most happy, the Advent devotional that’s something missing from the diaspora. Maybe I’ll take it on, because if there’s female theology, queer theology, etc. there should definitely be neurodivergent theology. People who are mentally and physically disabled are very much part of the Disinherited (“Jesus and The Disinherited” is a relatively small book, always found in an inside pocket of Martin Luther King, Jr’s suit coat.). Liberation theology means more to those who need it. Not that all people aren’t worthy of having their wrongs forgiven. Not all people look at the resurrection in the light of Jesus having to struggle…. losing the battle, but not the war. His ideas got him killed, and it takes a strong man to say that these ideas will last forever even if I don’t.
It’s why I write digitally instead of in a paper journal. I know from The Wayback Machine that things on the internet don’t disappear. There’s the lesson. If you’re famous enough that dirt on you is a good thing, it doesn’t matter if you take it down or not. Whether you’re immortalized in the Wayback Machine before you take it down is directly linked to how fast you remove it. The longer you wait, the more likely it is that the Internet Archive has taken a snapshot of the server. For instance, Matt Rife will never be able to live down sending people to a web site for disabled kids’ helmets as an “apology” for his domestic violence jokes….. this is not problematic to me, that he will go away at some point; I never thought he was that great a comedian in the first place. Like, some clever lines, to be sure, but I took him about as seriously as I took Dane Cook. I’d rather see Matteo Lane than Dane Cook, because he isn’t a commercial for toxic masculinity and does the same kind of crowd work.
Crowd work makes me happy, whether it’s a brilliant comedian or rapper, because clever written lines are my jam. I feel like rappers tend to be more like Stephen Fry than anyone else, because in order to drop a verse, you have to know a little bit about everything. For instance, readers are better rappers than non-readers, just like novelists are better writers when they read, fiction or not.
Stephen Fry, rappers, and writers are all deconstructing words as we use them, and rappers do it faster than the rest of us. You don’t have to be smart to enter the arena (and bring a knife), but you have to be smart to win at freestyle verse. That’s because I believe it was easier for Billy Joel to write “We Didn’t Start the Fire” than it was to do the research for it. Imagine what you’d have to do to be able to think of something that clever on the fly….. and yet rappers do it all the time.
Listening to rap and hip hop is when I’m the most happy…. because the only people who come close are bloggers like me.
The last thing I did for play/fun was finally install Skyrim: Anniversary Edition on my new desktop. At first, I didn’t think 512 MB of VRAM was going to be enough for that game, but it runs flawlessly, even with scripts running in the background. I like Bethesda games because I have no problem toggling God mode and carrying a thousand pieces of firewood if it means only having to make one trip.
If you’ve never played Skyrim, it’s not really a video game so much as a classic role-playing game. You can buy a house. You can get married. You can invest in local businesses, or add a mod where you can literally build your own town (I use Silverstead Mine, but I like player homes so much I have mods for Dawnstar and Haafinger as well. Of the vanilla houses, I like Severin Manor the best, and if we’re not including Dragonborn/Dawnguard, I like Hjerim. Honorable mention to Vlindrel Hall, but even in video games I have trouble navigating steps, so seriously. Fuck Markarth and Proudspire Manor. ๐
The mod I use for a player home in Dawnstar is called “Morskom Estate,” and it’s just the most fun house I’ve ever had because it has a sauna and a dock with travel boat. In the Anniversary Edition, apparently you can take it fishing, but it’s most useful getting from Dawnstar to Solitude or Windhelm. Interestingly enough, it will only take you to Windhelm. It doesn’t make sense that you can’t “drive yourself” to Solstheim.
I also like the Serana Dialogue Overhaul, because it adds follower tweaks that Serana doesn’t have in the vanilla game. The best is that you get a spell to bring her to you. Before that, I had a bat file to take me to her, because Lord knows if you need a companion they are off doing God knows whatโฆ. Except Lydia. Lydia is always in front of the door you need. I get “Companion’s Insight” from a Black Book on Solstheim and I will literally hit her with a shield to get her to move out of the way. I do not advocate violence, but I do not have time for Lydia’s foolishness. She’s gotten me killed more than once.
Now that I’m an advanced player, I have access to magic that will actually accomplish something, like conjuring warriors instead of fighting myself. I also have spells that will cast a bow or a sword if I don’t want to carry them. I didn’t think those spells were very powerful, but I have taken down several things that I didn’t think I could. I enchant everything to make archery easier, so I’m guessing that spell is particularly powerful (the spell is called “Bound Bow”).
In fact, I downloaded a clean save that has all the main quests finished. Nexus has clean saves of all kinds, because we’ve all heard the same dialogue a million times. I have killed Alduin so many times I think he thinks, “oh my God. Not this bitch againโฆ” Even with all the main quests finished, there’s still hundreds of hours I haven’t played, because I haven’t been able to install Anniversary Edition. Therefore, I haven’t had access to those mods (included in the game, but made by fans), nor have I played the most famous ones like:
Beyond Reach
Wheels of Lull
Vigilant
Darkend
Interactive College of Winterhold
Beyond Skyrim: Bruma
I’ve downloaded more than that, but these are the ones I haven’t done a complete playthrough. Beyond Skyrim: Bruma is particularly massive, because it’s basically putting half of Oblivion right into Skyrim (Oblivion is the previous game in The Elder Scrolls. I didn’t find it as much fun as Skyrim because there are no dragons there. However, the storyline is a banger and the main quest ended me emotionally. I have never in my lifetime been that surprised at a plot twist. I nearly fell out of my desk chair. If you haven’t played Oblivion, it will run on your computer far easier than Skyrim and it’s worth a look. But again, you can’t fight or ride a dragonโฆโฆโฆ).
The best mod I’ve found if you like playing an explorer type is “Legacy of the Dragonborn,” and it’s even more beautiful in the Anniversary Edition. Basically, the museum is located in Solitude, and you can store all your stuff there. They’ll even give you a safehouse with every crafting station you can possibly imagine. There’s even a replicating device, so that if you want to use a weapon or whatever, you can make a fake and the original stays in your inventory. You’re walking around Skyrim doing archaeological digs, finding old coins, old weapons, etc. Just fascinating because it also covers weird gems, sea creatures, and a weird quest in which you go into your Natural Science wing and every creepy creature you’ve previously put stuffed on a pedestal comes aliveโฆ. except the dragons, because you have already taken their souls. I also don’t believe they can fly inside.
The best part of Skyrim is just exploring things. It would be fun even if you disabled all the combat, because you’re just meeting people, crafting items, selling stuff, and decorating your home.
In terms of organization, I use a mod to keep track of everything. You fill out an item list, and then you say “store all,” and everything goes back into the cabinet. You link the cabinet to your workbench or grindstone, you don’t have to carry ingots and leather and all that crap on you. All my soul gems and alchemy ingredients are arranged the same way. Although I did download a fish mod, too, because I have a hatchery in Haafinger, and you also get one at Winstead Manor (the Morthal player home). I’m almost ready to join the Thieves Guild so I can buy Shadowfoot Sanctum. ๐
I’ve said this before, but I love The Thieves Guild because it reminds me of spy shows. It’s not smash and bash unless you want it to be. The smart way is to use invisibility spells and, failing that, a soul trap dagger. ๐ It makes me happy to enchant a sword with a bandit who tried to kill me and didn’t know who he was messing with. I enchant and improve the shit out of everything, so if I hit you with an arrow or a bolt, you’re probably going to be dead in one hit. This is because as a long-range archer, most of the time it’s a sneak attack. There’s 3x damage for that, and my bow’s base damage is 512 before the Chaos Damage and Fire Damage enchantments.
Speaking of Chaos Damage, I think it’s the most effective enchantment in the game, and you can combine it with anything. Paralysis or Frost/Fire damage is most effective, but definitely use Frost Damage on Stahlrim weapons because frost enchantments are 20% more effective. Even so, a Stahlrim bow just does not have the power mine does- it’s made of dragon bone, with dragon bone arrows. I also carry a dragon bone sword. I would like to say I picked them up in the Soul Cairn, but no. I crafted them myself.
I have climbed up the ranks in Skyrim so many times that I have scripts for all that now. I load a clean save and then godmode the shit out of it. I have one that will give me all my smithing materials, and one that gives me Daedric armor and weapons, all the enchantments, all the Shouts, 90 dragon souls, one of every alchemy ingredient, maxes out health, stamina, and magika, sets my level at 81, and gives me all the perks in every tree. I can do that now. I paid my dues. ๐ I’m not giving myself an advantage, I’m not starting over every time I reinstall Skyrim. It’s still annoying to start a new game because you still have to unlock all the shouts, destroy all the enchanted items to gain the “recipe,” and I have to find a place to store everything I’m carrying when one bat file means I’m carrying 3,400 pounds.
A few things about Skyrim:
I see The Blades’ point.
I have never agreed with them.
I have never even looked up a video to see what happens if you kill Paarthurnax, nor could I blow up Megaton in Fallout 3.
I can’t play an outright evil character all the time.
It’s always my Virgo nature vs. my morality in Skyrim because on the one hand, I don’t want to be evil. On the other, I cannot look at an empty display case. I must have the required item if it kills me.
My favorite player home has a glitch where even if all three Elder Scrolls are in my inventory, it always says Dragon is missing. That’s why I keep my stuff in the museum, and how I became a shady character. You really have to watch with player home mods, because they aren’t always as stable as in-game homes….. in case you, also, hate to see empty display cases.
Legacy of the Dragonborn feels like Indiana Jones and Satchel from “Atomic Blonde” had a baby, and I’m here for it. The best part is that LotD has been around for so long that you can add display cases for all your mods as well.
There are a few places in Skyrim that I could go over and over. For instance, I have spent hours wandering around the Ancestor Glade. It’s so beautiful I can barely take it in. I also really, really love my house in Dawnstar because it’s up on the hill across from the docks and looks out over the water. Plus, there are those huge cauldrons full of coals that you light in both the front and back yards, plus the hanging lights in the living room. It’s really funny, I saw a playthrough of Morskom Estate where this woman was saying, “how do you light those things?!” I thought, “ladyโฆ you are a wizard.” (you point the Flames spell at it).
This is the first playthrough I’ve ever done as a Nord, because the clean save character was Nord and I didn’t bother to change it except for makeup and hair. Normally, I play Bosmer because they’re naturally good at archery. Even as an elf, I still love the Nordic carved armor and weapons. Even though I carry dragon bone, I’m constantly making Nordic carved swords and shields for my display cases.
The one annoying think is that you can really punch up Auriel’s bow to crazy o’clock damage, but in the Serana Dialogue Overhaul, she gives you no small amount of shit if you carry it. It’s the bow that killed her father, so she will badger the piss out of you if you take it out. The only way to stop that dialogue is to put it in the museum. I haven’t done that quest yet, so it has a slot at Haafinger Hall. It has a display room for all the masks, paragons, Black Books, special weapons/staffs, etc.
I’m a simple player, though. I get out there and either shoot long range or drink an invisibility potion. I don’t like to cut off heads, and I have in power moves. In fact, I just cut off Tilisu Severin’s head earlierโฆ.. not that I meant to, I just hit whatever mouse combination does a power move and her head sailed across the room. Oops, my bad. Should I leave a note?
Game mechanics are so weird. The funniest thing is using your Unrelenting Force to magically throw someone off a mountain. The best is a frost troll, no doubt. If I had to pick my least favorite villain, it’s the Forsworn, because there’s just so many of them, and they’re also good at ranged attacks. It’s amazing how many times you can be hit without noticing, then all of a sudden “thank God there’s a potion for that.”
Because Skyrim is so popular, it has been the source of many memes and is a fandom all its ownโฆ but really, there are only two rules. The first is “don’t kill a chicken.” Everyone in the town will start attacking you, and you’ll get bounties in whatever hold you’re in. I’ve never made that mistake, because it’s so storied I knew not to do it probably a year before I even played the game. The second rule is that you have to put a “muffle” enchantment on Lydia’s boots or she will 100% sell you out. She cannot sneak for shit, and she will get you killed, particularly in the early game when you have no way to stop her. There’s a mod called “Amazing Follower Tweaks” that helps with this, because you can change it where a companion never leads you into battle, they’re always behind you.
There are two mods that have made my playthroughs so much easier. The first is “Longer Candlelight and Magelight Spells.” It increases both spells to 10 in-game minutes, which is invaluable in dungeons because you don’t have to carry a torch. You rarely have to cast it more than twice. That way, you don’t have to use destruction magic, you can switch back to your bow or sword. Another thing I learned is that if you have “Candlelight” in one hand and “Bound Bow” in the other, you cannot cast a spell. That’s because “Bound Bow” becomes a two-handed weapon. If you know the game well enough to know what level enemy you’re going to be facing, it’s perfectly adequate. Just not as good as something crafted to “Legendary” status.
The other is Carriage and Ferry Travel Overhaul. It gets a little more specific. The first is that you can add a lanterns mod so it makes the carriages easier to see. The second is that it will take you to multiple places in the hold. You pick the hold, and then it will list the capital city and then a few around it. Like, if I’m going to Haafinger, it will ask if I want to be dropped off in Solitude or Dragon Bridge, etc. Very, very handy.
If I had to pick a favorite quest, it’s going to Wolfskull Cave and driving out the people trying to resurrect Potema, because the second half is so cool. I love crawling around in the Solitude crypts with vampires and skeletons. Also, “Marked for Death” and “Drain Vitality” are amazing shouts to use when you’re facing Potema herself.
If I had to pick a favorite character, there are three, all Dark Elves. The first is Geldis Saadri, owner and proprietor of The Retched Netch, the pub in Solstheim. The second is Councilor Morvayn, and this is totally because I think he’s hot in a weird way. The third is Neloth, the wizard that takes you to get the black book about Miraak. Neloth sounds like a bitchy queen and I love him SO MUCH. Just the way he talks alone. If we’re limiting ourselves to the vanilla game, it’s probably Karliah, but I won’t tell you why because I can’t tell you who she is without a spoiler. Perhaps you all do play Skyrim, and the spoiler is old, but I know my crowd. They don’t generally play any video games, much less fanatical about one.
I just enjoy playing this game once in a while. It’s more fun to be in that world over and over than it is to play new games because most people have comfort shows. It’s the same for me, mine is just interactiveโฆ. and because my computer is up to snuff, the game is stable. There is nothing like having an hour’s worth of gameplay hosed because of a scripting error. You boot the game up and think, “please have saved somewhere near where I wasโฆ” It hardly ever does, because Fallout 3 has a great mod for autosaving and Skyrim doesn’t, or at least, the ones I’ve tried haven’t worked, and in fact corrupted my save file worse.
That’s how I got onto the idea of “clean saves.” You need something that doesn’t already have dependencies on mods, so there are people who have run through the main quests at level one to make them as easy as possible so that the save still starts you out on a relatively low level. For some reason, there are people who like to make the game harder. I do not. I have potatoes to plant.
Whether I choose to plant them in Skyrim or Morrowind remains to be seen. I do so love Severin Manor. I found a mod called “TNF Homes” that redecorates every vanilla player home in the game. The only thing I don’t like is that Severin Manor already had all the crafting stations in the basement, and they took out the forge and the smelter.
And as we’ve established, that’s like half the game. I like to change clothes a lot. I just made mercenary armor…. for fun.
Here, in no particular order, are a few of my favorite things- minus raindrops on roses and whiskers on kittens….. sadly, even if I order food from Amazon, it still won’t come in brown paper packages tied up with string………. the dog bite and the bee sting in the whole operation.
Dr Pepper Zero
Of all the no sugar sodas out there, I think it tastes the most authentic. Everything is held to Dr Pepper Zero standards, and few have met it. If Dr Pepper Zero was unavailable (at Safeway, it usually is), I don’t mind any of the zero colas. DPZ is just my favorite. Interestingly enough, I don’t buy a lot of it anymore. I used to drink a ton of soda, but now that I drink flavored water, soda is on the back burner.
Water Bottle Mix-ins
Most of the things on this list will probably be drinks because I don’t go out of my way to eat. I know it sounds weird, but most people with ADHD or ASD (or AuDHD) have trouble remembering to eat, or get demand avoidance with cooking. I do stay hydrated, though, and my favorite are the little sticks of drink powder you can add to a water bottle. Giant makes a lemon honey green tea that’s very good, and so is Crystal Light Pure.
The Crab Chip, Utz
They’re too salty, and you notice quickly. You will never stop eating them at any point. There are other brands of Old Bay flavored potato chips, but this is the gold standard. It’s also not a requirement to like Old Bay when you arrive in Maryland, either, but I will say you’ll have a hard time adjusting if you don’t care for it. ๐
Beyond Italian Sausage
I know that this is going to sound weird, but I like Beyond Italian sausage vs. pork/beef in everything requiring it. I can’t even explain to you why I think it’s better, I just think it is. There’s no moral judgment here, I’m a line cook. I’m telling you what I like. It’s very good sautรฉed loose for spaghetti sauce or in the casing for sandwiches. It’s probably better for you in saturated fat, but that’s not why I eat it. I like what I like. ๐ I also don’t know who needs to hear this because I don’t have a deep fryer. Beyond sausage tastes amazing dropped in a deep fryer and just served on a bun. You don’t even need condiments.
Tillsmook ice cream
If you’re an Oregonian, cheese identifies as Tillamook. We don’t have any other brands. It has extended to all dairy for me, because it’s the brand I trust. Their ice cream is every bit as decadent as their sharpest cheddar. I usually get Oregon Dark Cherry, but I’ve gotten other flavors in the past…. but not for at least a year or so, because I find something I like and eat it until I’m tired of it. It’s very, very hard to get tired of Oregon Dark Cherry ice cream. The only thing better is if I could get marionberry instead.
If there is a bonus, sometimes I grab a 5 Hour Energy in the checkout. They’re great with a seltzer “back,” and even though the vitamins don’t taste ideal, I do need them. I’ve just cut down on caffeine an enormous amount, because I realized that I couldn’t replace sleep with drugs, as much as I’d like to be able to do so……… I’ve checked with me, though, and sleeping the correct amount is non-negotiable. I’ve missed a lot of tricks from being tired, because my disabilities don’t have a chance to be less annoying if I keep getting more and more exhausted without recharging. I’m not even sure I have USB-C yet. ๐
It has also been years since I’ve been grocery shopping in person, because I started getting my groceries delivered during the pandemic and I never stopped. It’s a necessity for me because I’d still have to Uber home with all my groceries, so why not just pay someone else? It works out to be the same.
Also not a grocery store item, necessarily, but I love it that stores have SBUX inside. I love to drink an iced tea when I’m shopping, and the only time I do that is when I’m getting prescriptions refilled and have to pick them up in person.
If there’s anything you should be glad I get at the grocery store, it’s my medications. ๐
Describe a man who has positively impacted your life.
I’ve been a blogger since 2003, but I’d never really called myself a writer. It was something I did in my spare time until Dooce and Jenny Lawson made it big. I am not any less crazy or adorable than they are (were- rest in peace with the former Congressman, my dear Heather.
In case you’ve never read Dooce, she called her dog “Chuck, the Former Congressman” for his whole life and people that were with her from the beginning fell apart when he died). But Heather planted a seed in my mind that this was something I could do. I could talk about my life and people would show up. I was correct, and I have all of you to thank for any popularity I’ve gained over the last 20 years. Until I started reading Dooce, I didn’t have a goal. Then, I did. I wouldn’t have believed it was possible to go from entertaining tens of people to millions in a relatively short amount of time if I hadn’t watched it with my own eyes.
The one thing I will not do is craft the narrative to fit what the audience wants, because that means I’m just writing for attention, not for therapy/clarity. My basic philosophy is that you are free to disagree with me, but you are not free to tell me to stop writing. And now even that is broken, because I would give up my career in writing through blogging if Supergrover asked me. But it’s not because she has some magical voodoo power or anything, it’s that she’s a more private person than I am. I need that relationship to be bigger than it was to succeed again, and I’m guessing that we’re all done because of it. I think that because I said I was writing our story, she thought I was trying to get something out of it. That I was studying her like a journalist. It’s the other way around. She became part of my writing because she became part of my life.
She was the first person to truly validate that what I do is important. That I shed light on the abuse of children because I know what it’s like to be a child and have emotionally abusive things said to you. They’re mind worms that never go away. She lifted me up in every way imaginable, and I’m betting she thinks I’m kidding that if I do get a book deal for this fantastic idea I’ve got and all of the sudden I’m Oprah’s Book Club material, I’d like to pay off her house. It’s dreaming way too big, way too early, but that’s what an INFJ does. They live in the world of utopia and are trying to drag people into the light. They also get frustrated at other people’s refusal to look at themselves.
But before all that, before Supergrover was even a twinkle, there was Bill. I decided in Portland that I’d like to be a cook instead of in IT because when I was off, I was really, really off. In IT, I was tethered with a laptop and phone 24/7, and my writing time is sacred. I go completely off the grid and put my tablet in airplane mode. I got better fast because of it. However, in those days, I wasn’t writing every day. I am on a 53 day streak, and before that the streak was 65.
Sometimes, I write because I want to. Sometimes, I write because I have to. If I skip a day, WordPress puts me lower in their algorithms. I’m not popular enough to be able to sustain a break right now. But it doesn’t take over my whole life. I am astounded at how fast I write. The prompt just came out 37 minutes ago (as of right now, not by the end)….. and I didn’t start until 00:15.
Even taking all that into consideration, I still didn’t think of myself as a writer. I didn’t think of myself as a writer in grade school, either, because writers are a type. I swear to Christ it’s a personality transplant because before you truly start taking a red pen to your own work, you have no idea just how much bullshit you can spout unchecked. When I wrote stories in school, I didn’t think of them as better than my other friends’ stories. All kids wrote them, I didn’t think of myself in a writerly way.
Until that day.
At the pub, there was a poker club upstairs that didn’t allow alcohol, so poker players would come down for a quick drink between hands. That means I saw the same men (there was maybe one woman in the crowd) nearly every night of the week. I don’t remember how Bill and I got to talking, but we developed a very playful love/hate relationship because he and I both acted like Texas “good ol’ boys.” Because I’m genderqueer, I sound more like my dad and The War Daniel than I do anyone else, because I have that Texas old guy patois. This was a lot funnier when I was nine. Now I realize that I am a Texas old guy.
I like my sex, but my gender and I don’t get along all the time. The way I write is often different than what I would say in person, so I come across as more male in writing and more female in person. Because I don’t outwardly look like a woman in my Facebook pictures, people often assume I’m male. I got accused of being a “white knight” for calling out misogyny on Facebook today, so I told him I was a woman. He blocked me and told the rest of the group that I was a sex offender, as if no one in the group would reply to him and let me know that he said it. I was busting him up for calling women gold diggers.
All of these things are color commentary on my conversation with Bill (I’m AuDHD, every thought comes with bonus content):
Bill, clearly sloshed: What do you do? Leslie: I’m a writer (at first, I thought, “I work here?”). Bill: How much have you made as a writer? Leslie: I’ve never made anything.
This man, who is absolutely hammered, puts both his hands into his jeans pockets and pulls out the change. He dumps it into my hands, and says, “THERE. NOW YOU’RE A PRUFESSHIONAL WRITER.”
The total of the change was $1.83, and that’s what’s tattooed on my right wrist……….
And that comes from Dana’s first wife, Carol, who asked me why I got my quill tattoo on my left arm because I’m right-handed. I thought, “well said. Why didn’t I think of that?”
This time last year, Sam and I had broken up maybe a week before. It was a blessing and a curse all at the same time.
I loved being around her, being with her. I liked doing things for her, like cleaning up more than I needed while making coffee. Everything was nice and tidy, I just love all kitchens a professional amount. A mom of two is not going to go after a kitchen the way a line cook would, unless they’re also a mom of two. It doesn’t generally work like that. The mom of two kind of line cook hates that they can’t keep their kitchen as clean at home as they can at work. The kitchen is detail, and one of the few things I am quite detailed about, being AuDHD. It is through nothing but repetition, this iron will in the kitchen, because ADHD does not lend itself to remembering details, particularly if they have to be in any kind of order.
I told a friend I was cleaning Sam’s kitchen because I wanted to be a good houseguest, and they said, “clearly, you have UNDERSTOOD THE ASSIGNMENT.” It made me laugh, but I wasn’t doing it so Sam would love me. I was doing it because I love the kitchen, and Sam was the package that came with the kitchen. ๐ So, if I thought I’d be doing something differently this year, it’s that I thought I’d be spending Christmas with my girlfriend and her kids, but we broke up for a very, very good reason. I am no longer the person who will anticipate someone else’s needs. I will respond to yours, but I will not guess what they are. If you tell me what your intentions are with me and they don’t match what’s actually going on in your head, you don’t get to blame my reaction on me. I would have had a different response with different facts.
I’ve said this before, but Sam told me that she had a full-time job, two kids, and time management issues because of it. There just weren’t enough hours in the day. So, let’s not get exclusive right away. I agreed to that and she broke up with me while I was on my first date with Zac. She knew I had a date with him coming up, knew that if she was uncomfortable, I’d cancel my date with him (I made it before I met her), and sat on the information that she was upset until it would cause maximum damage with drama. She’s a singer. She is not unpracticed at this, I believe…………………….. I was hurt that she thought about this for three whole weeks and then smashed my heart into a million pieces. I was completely blindsided, but I didn’t mourn her. There was no point. Clearly she didn’t like what she saw, clearly she was horrible at communication, and clearly it would have been a mistake to get further involved, because if that’s her conflict resolution style, I’m done. Not everything is an opera.
Even our breakup wasn’t an opera. It was a text message. So, not only was she bad at conflict resolution, she wasn’t brave enough to break up with me in person. I was already in a relationship with someone bad at conflict resolution, and it was going so spectacularly poorly on some days that I was relieved I wasn’t going to have to double down on it with my girlfriend. This is because when someone else is bad at conflict resolution, I don’t deal well. I get frustrated and lose the plot quickly. That’s because when my trauma reflexes kick in, it’s normally rage. CPTSD/AuDHD rage is unparalleled, so I have to have an extensive network of coping mechanisms. The longer bad conflict goes on, the more I regress into a wet cat in a corner, claws extended. It’s not pretty, but I’m being real. My work is learning how to react when all my coping mechanisms fail.
This is because words have power, and you can say things that will stick with people for years. I try to say things that will tell people their actions are fucked up, but that I love them even on their bad days. I do not suddenly stop communicating with people because I don’t love them. I stop communicating because clearly you expect that only your needs matter and mine are just me complaining. 90% of the time, the problem is that I’m a neurodivergent trying to translate from and into “neurotypical,” and I’m very stubborn. At the same time, people accuse me of not listening when in reality, I’ve just spent 15 minutes beating the wrong dead horse instead of the right one.
I feel like the relationship with Supergrover holds this up. I don’t get angry at many people like I get at her, because we’ve known each other for 10 years. I have different expectations now than I did 10 years ago, because I’ve put my heart and soul into making our relationship better, and for whatever reason, I’ve been answered with avoidance and rage every time. Therefore, by now I feel like it’s not my problem. I’ve tried to change our dynamic over and over, and whether it’s due to information I don’t know or projecting my own insecurities onto someone who also has CPTSD, I’ll never know. For all practical intents and purposes, she has rarely had a day without PTSD. Trauma occurred very young. It is so easy to bleed out with empathy and also be severely frustrated and angry. I love her on her worst days as much as I love her on the good ones, but she doesn’t see it. I can’t make her do that, or even know if she wanted to be more to each other and didn’t get it. But, by “more to each other,” I don’t ever mean crossing the line from friendship into romance. I mean that my personality profile and my experience says that I have one or two close friends at a time, and I pour everything I’ve got into them rather than having a more shallow relationship with more people. It’s how I found out I was poly, honestly, because even though I wasn’t necessarily looking for romance, I realized that it would never not be true that she was more important to me than Dana. And to Dana, I apologize, but you and I both know this is true and for me, an objective truth rather than subjective. I can’t be too careless in my writing, and Dana was threatened by how much I got lost in it.. We connected on a deep and spiritual level, and nothing anyone says can take away from that fact.
She says that I only know random factoids about her life and I’m telling you things that aren’t true. I have more evidence than you will on why this isn’t true. It’s not that there’s not emotion in what she said, far from it. However, because she’s not connected with her emotions, she thought she was saying something logical and hated that I responded emotionally. If there’s any speech I could give to her that I’ve heard recently, it’s Ncuti Gatwa’s monologue about how exhausted The Doctor is because they never stop to think about how fast they’re moving to avoid emotional injury.
This is because when they get into a scrape too big for them, they die. And the regeneration energy convinces them that “they’re fine.” It hits close to home because we all go through it. Regeneration energy making you think you’re fine. In polyamory, this is called “new relationship energy,” or NRE for short. It’s a thing. You have to know whether you’re losing established boundaries or whether, when a partner meets someone new, they’re just “high.” No, I wouldn’t know anything about that, and I bet you don’t, either. People are poly all the time, they just call it an affair…….. when the reality is most people are afraid of cheating and lying, not that their partner is spending time with someone else. I noticed in “Christmas at My Own Pace” that I just sat around waiting for Dana to be available. I did not seek out other people at all. Even with my closest friends, I couldn’t be arsed to go out that often. And in reality, it doesn’t matter if you’re romantic with multiple people or not. I predicted and did that losing Supergrover’s friendship was worse than getting divorced because the situation has been far more tense and unpredictable than it was with Dana. Neither of us has any idea what to do with the other, and we show up with guns in a knife fight.
Meanwhile, “There’s a Place for Us” is playing in my head, because “showing up with guns to a knife fight” reminded me that Supergrover and I trade off being Sharks and Jets…… but I’d like her to settle in France. If she is 14, I’m The Doctor Leslie……. although I have never and will never be a temp in Chizzick. ๐ If we’d ever spent time together talking instead of writing, she’d also see that she’s 14 and I’m part 12 and part 15. Ncuti is at playing The Doctor as queer, and it’s a welcome surprise. I feel like this should be canon, because there’s no way they’re not bisexual after a regeneration being female. You can sort of tell because 14 had “Captain Jack” energy. Also, just because The Doctor can change genders from male to female doesn’t mean they didn’t marry River Song. Now, I just love the idea that The Doctor has settled into family life, being best friends with Donna and uncle to Rose (Noble, just to be clear).
(Speaking of which, I totally believe The Toymaker got in her head, because think about what she made with her institutional knowledge…… and it stands to reason that The Toymaker is “the boss.”)
With Sam, there was no hierarchy like that. I didn’t feel like Sam was The Doctor and I was a companion. It was a death knell for Supergrover and me because I never gained ground as an equal. The hierarchy came from her keeping information from me and blaming me for it. I knew that if we’d survived Sam’s feelings about this issue, I would slowly come undone at being steamrolled all the time. Plus, I think it’s good that she’s not run over by the autistic brain, because her son is also autistic. That being said, I may be projecting again because it’s unlikely that she’s not autistic as well- or her ex-husband is- because neurodivergence doesn’t come out of a vacuum. It’s not an indicator (necessarily) from observing mood and behavior, just Gregor Mendel’s pea plants. It is almost impossible to know whether you’re autistic or not before you start doing the work, because the quirks you think you have aren’t quirks at all. Your brain is just different. What you say when you say, “I’m autistic” is never what people hear.
And that’s why I am nowhere near where I thought I’d be this year. I didn’t know myself well enough to know I was being treated badly, and I had a right to stand up for myself. It felt often that Supergrover was annoyed by me, and I was having to fight through that annoyance to get to a better place, but she didn’t respond to it. That was my cue to leave, because I get the right to say “you’re not helping me, you’re hurting me…” and if nothing changes, to walk away, because clearly they don’t care about my feelings and it’s okay to stop thinking about theirs.
I have all my own theories as to what happened, but we’ve never talked about it, and I’ve ensured we never will. That’s because I’ve noted and observed that she doesn’t open up to anyone, and it’s not personal. It became personal when her behavior affected me….. I felt that she felt the more she annoyed me, the more I’d go away…… and got angry when that didn’t happen.
So, as of now, I am spending Christmas by myself (seeing Zac for the holidays, just not on Christmas Day). I am excited about this, because it’s my favorite day to wander around the city and take pictures. I will absolutely freak the fuck out if it snows on Christmas Eve, because it’s the best time to take photos when there’s a light dusting of snow on the monuments…………………………………………. That was an inside joke for Dana, because once she wanted to go to Beth Israel in the snow, and it was a light dusting that day. What happened was that we got in our Jeep and crossed the river, going up to a higher elevation. By the time we got to Beth Israel, we were in it up to our knees. We looked like idiots, because the caretaker said, “where were you yesterday?” He did not appreciate having to do work in the snow, I’m guessing.
It was good we had the Jeep, because we needed it. I can’t remember if it was that week or whether I’m mixing snowstorms together, but one of Dana’s coworkers came up to us and said, “I hate to be stereotypical, but do you guys have some sort of lesbian vehicle, like a Subaru?” We laughed and took six people home. One of the perks of being on the bus/train is that if we get into a simple car accident in the snow, the bus is going to win. My travel never gets waylaid by snow, because even if I don’t get an Uber to the station, It would only take 20 or 30 minutes to walk to the Metro, and 20 minutes to get there by bus. I try to walk as often as I can, because then I can justify a shake at Shake Shack or BurgerFi. That’s a once in a while treat, though, because they’re nearly $10 apiece and I get get a pint of Jenni’s for that. ๐
This year, my goal has been figuring out my sensory issues. I started buying the same food every week so that I could focus on more important things, not that my structure is so iron I don’t want to taste anything new. It’s protecting my bubble.
So, I am exactly where I thought I would be this year in that respect. So much Oregon Dark Cherry ice cream, not so much with the shakes…… although Zac did get me an immersion blender. Maybe I don’t need to buy a shake as much as I need to learn to make them. ๐ Also, so much Zac. He’s really made my year better because I had that friend I could call if I needed something and he’s always responded in a way I’m not used to and don’t expect. It’s probably the most healthy relationship I’ve ever been in because I insisted on it.
If I had guessed a year ago that I’d be perfectly happy with a boyfriend, I would have laughed in your face. But I surprise me all the time.
I’ve been spending some time reading my old blog, “Clever Title Goes Here,” and it’s the easiest way for me to see myself as a different person, often losing all the context around something, even forgetting the people I was with at the time. It’s what hits a home run for me every single time. I am batting a thousand at recording my own life, and I cannot tell you how valuable it is to me. I am only in charge of what I’m putting out there, not what I’m receiving. That means I can’t count on you to like my writing, it would just be nice. I’ve had imposter syndrome for a long time, but I realized two things. The first is that if I’d gone into journalism when I was young, I’d still be there. I know this because I can sneeze a thousand words, and it only takes a little bit longer than that to type them. I am connected to Mark Twain on a deeply spiritual level…… “I’m sorry this is long, but I didn’t have time to make it shorter.” I am a Stephen King kind of bitch. I start writing and who knows which way I’ll go, and I’m as fascinated by the way I think even more than everyone else because my eyes get opened quickly when I am no attacking it with a red pen. It’s so long ago I don’t care.
Today, though, I have a “guest blogger.” He doesn’t even know it. His name is Dr. Ken Wall, and he taught me Constitutional Law in 2006. I posted one of the lectures on my old blog and it fascinated me today. Mostly because I thought they were lost for good and Ken was one of the best teachers I’ve ever had. Since this is an hour lecture, you might want to bookmark this page because he’s worth the read.
When Iโm in my classes, I type every word the professor says. Last weekโs lecture in Foundations of Law was incredible, and I thought you might want to read it.
The Myth of Moral Justice
We need laws
Think of the legal system as an unloaded gun.
We need law. If there wasnโt law, people would come up with their own set of rules. We all have our own internal rulesโฆ laws that we live by. Very few of us are completely spontaneous because we need guidelines. We like the laws to be enforced and we enforce the laws ourselves. But we donโt want them enforced to the point where we get pulled over for doing 4 miles over the speed limit.
When you get married you inventory the situation. You move into the place thatโs bigger, and then you find out that there are loaded revolvers in drawers, under the bed, etc. You donโt like loaded guns in the house. We all like to get along with our partners, but through no fault of our own, we make them mad, and all of the sudden there are GUNS IN THE HOUSE. The government is like an unloaded gun- I want it there, and I donโt want to be afraid to use it.
The problem is what do we really want out of the legal system?
Iโve not actually been sued or sued anyone. But I know if I were sued or if I was being sued what I would want is to win, but thatโs an unfair thing to say because we donโt always deserve to win. What do we really need? To be heard. You want fairness, you want juries that are fair. You want fairness until you are the one thatโs disadvantaged.
What are we looking for from the system?
Consistency
Justice
Fairness
No bias or prejudice
Facts
Truth
The bottom line
Remedies for grievances
Equal treatment
A soul?
What if every time you went to court, the judge said a different thing? Is it fair to make someone tear down a $35,000 garage because itโs two feet over into your property? Do you want your opponent to come in and say โhello, Uncle Fredโ to the judge? Do we want the law to be feeling?
One of the major problems with law is what people want from the law is not what the law is set up to provide.
Falsehood 1
The law is in the business of seeking out the truth. Itโs in the business of seeking out the facts. Iโm driving along the street and thereโs a 35mph zone. Iโm doing 40. The light goes yellow, then red, and since Iโm in Texas, I just go through. As I get through the intersection, a little boy steps in front of the car. I hit him and do serious damage. Iโm going to be sued. One of the big questions is going to be how fast I was driving and what was the color of the light. Those are important facts that the court needs to determine to make their decision. This little kid wasnโt paying attention, might not even know his colors yet. Thereโs only me and my passenger, who is dependent upon me for her college education and everything she needs in life. Passenger corroborates the story. The other two people on the street say he was going slow. The young lady says, โIโm not sure. One of the lights was green.โ
What color was the light? It was green. All the evidence says it was green. It was really red, but there is no way for the court to prove otherwise.
What is the law really trying to do? Find out the facts based on the evidence presented. It can be very confusing. We keep out more than we let in. We often keep out evidence that is highly relevant because of hearsay or copies instead of originals.
What if we changed the facts just a little bit and another car as the kid is laying there in the street and Iโve pulled on ahead to check my tires and see the kid โawww, man!โ I go back and the mother is screaming. Another guy runs almost instantaneously through the light and runs over the kid again. The testimony in my lawsuit is that it was green and because Iโm a nice citizen I testify for the kid in the other case because he got sued. The facts are different even though the truth is identical. Although the truth is the same, when the facts are decided by the court, itโs usually not the same.
Falsehood #2: The courts are here to do what is fair and what is right; Justice equals just, fairness, or morality
Theyโre enforcing the standards of the community. They want to come to the bottom line. Move it, tear it down, or leave it alone. In some cases the law does what is fair, but itโs an extra. Even ignorance of the law is no excuse.
Another example would be that there are people with certain expertise. Letโs say Iโm an art expert that knows Old Masters. My little old lady next door neighbor is having financial difficulties. Iโm over there sympathizing with her and say, โyou could sell some stuff and make some money.โ โAll I really have is some old stuff that my parents brought over to the old country.โ It turns out to be a Cezanne and a Rembrandt. They are dirty and need cleaning. The moral thing to do would be to tell her that sheโs rich. But you tell her, โthe paintings are okay, but no one will buy a picture of a fat lady. Iโll tell you what. What was your bill the last two months? Iโll pay your bill if youโll give me the three paintings and weโll call it even. We sign a contract. You read in the paper that Iโve just bought Galveston island. LOL cannot sue to get her paintings back. She accepted the offer, Iโm not a merchant so it doesnโt have to be in writing. Thereโs a legal term called tough noogies.
Falsehood III: Negotiated pleas and settlements based on falsehoods are not allowed.
I donโt want to know how many times youโve been arrested and pled guilty, but it does happen. It used to be and is still in a few jurisdictions that for whatever reason the head prosecutor wonโt allow plea bargaining for criminal cases. Some other guy who looked like me was in a jurisdiction that didnโt allow plea bargains and I couldnโt make any agreements on charges, etc. Between 90 and 98 percent of cases are plea bargained. It doesnโt take a rocket scientist to figure out that if every case went to trial that if you got arrested you wouldnโt go to court for thirty years.
Deals are made. Defendant pleas guilty. โHas any agreement not in writing been made concerning these charges? The judge will gavel down guilty. When you work out certain deals on civil cases, although maybe not quite as bad, the attorneys will decide how to work it out. Weโve all got dirt on our spouses that work in our favor. House of cards, house of lies.
I hope that I never knowingly took someone to trial that I thought was innocent. (Heโs a prosecutor.) I donโt think I ever used the shotgun method- take every statute involving criminality and just load โem into the gun and start shooting. Charge โem with 100 different things because SOMETHING has to stick.
Falsehood IV: A lawyer that fastidiously maintains all the ethical requirements of his/her profession is a fair and honest lawyer.
It doesnโt mean that justice will be done if you follow all the rules. One of the codes of ethics says that you canโt knowingly present false evidence to the court and try to pass it off as truth. So Iโm defense counsel, the question I NEVER ask is โAre you guilty?โ
Now I know because Iโve seen the bank video that heโs guilty, but I donโt want to know so that I can always say, โI didnโt know because I didnโt ask the question. The video could have been manufactured. The witnesses could have been lying. I had to believe my client.โ
Falsehood V: The reasonable person test is a good method of determining what one should do in differing circumstances.
Iโm driving along talking on the phone putting on my makeup drinking a Slurpee. Would they be doing all those things? Probably, but is it reasonable? Today driving and talking on the cell phone is reasonable because thatโs what most people do. There have been some tests that talking and especially dialing the phone is more dangerous than driving at .08 BAC.
Was it reasonable for the black man charged with raping the white woman to run? Generally, running is an admission of guilt. In the 30โs, no matter how innocent he was, it was reasonable for the black man to run. A black man that would have stayed would have been shot and the girlโs father brought down as some sort of hero even if no rape had occurred. (To Kill a Mockingbird)
If the community believes that the legal system is there to do what is just and to discover the truth, then the adversarial system of justice may not achieve a legitimate sense of the truth.
Thereโs a guy in NYC who was depressed and homeless. Decided to commit suicide by jumping in front of a subway train. Train missed him. Suffered severe shock. Wasnโt pushed. JUMPED. Sued the city of New York and was awarded over 3 million dollars. Tried to commit suicide and got MORE money from the city.
In this case, with these facts, should the city have put up a barrier to keep the guy from jumping?
In the next lesson, weโll go over ways to fix the problems with the legal system. A lot of the problem is the way the law is set up in and of itself. Itโs hard to get people to change. Youโve got to look at an opinion that just goes stupid to see what changes need to be made.
I don’t have one top favorite, so I’ll give a few of them. I’m not a huge traveler, so I would rather get an AirBnB for several weeks than try to flip body clocks twice in three or four days. Just not my style anymore. “I’m older and I have more insurance.” But if money were no object, I would love to see:
Paris
I have been to Paris once, but only for a few days. I definitely hit all the highlights with my dad, but I don’t know what it is to sit at a cafe and people watch. I don’t know what it’s like to go to Paris and do nothing, and that’s why it’s valuable. You don’t go there to find things to do. You go there to walk around in its culture and see what sticks. Then, you either commit yourself to finding out what coffee shop David Sedaris frequents- or perhaps going to Pere Lachaisse for inspiration. Oscar Wilde and I had a marvelous time. Just because I am living and he is not doesn’t mean we weren’t both entertained. I told him that Stephen Fry played him in a movie once. He said it was perfect casting.
New York
I have never spent more than 24 hours in New York, so it’s the same idea there as in Paris. I’d like to go there for a little bit and then get back out. There’s a rhythm, and it’s intimidating to me. It’s sort of like Las Vegas in that the culture is different but the level of sensory input you receive when you get there is just as heightened. In 2003, I wanted to retire in New York, and I have absolutely no idea what I meant by that. I do remember past trips there to be fun, but not in a way I’d like to live there- except maybe someone I liked wanted to live there, so I did, too. Now, I just want to find hidden treasures on out of the way side streets.
Ho Chi Minh City
I have to do a lot of research on the Vietnam War, rightfully called “The American War” there. I’m writing a novel about it, and I don’t think I could do setting justice if I just made it up. I mean, I can and I will,if I have to, but there’s a lot to be said about putting effort into understanding something fully. I have studied political science since I got to college- the news junkie in me drove me to poli sci and it hasn’t given up. With political science comes lots and lots on international relations as well. So, I know the story from the American side fairly well, but I don’t like to write from the perspective of only trumpeting American interests. The military and C/DIA had many faults and failures during this time, and since most things more recent than Vietnam are still classified, I don’t know that either organization has really wrestled with our actions in that theater in a way that processes out institutional pain. Vietnam was the first war in which it was clear that we might not lose, but we don’t have enough money or resources to outright win, either. The Vietnamese have the right to call us out on that, because American soldiers were responsible for a lot of atrocities. We have the reputation of being feared, and not in a healthy way. It’s why we’ll never win a land war in Asia……. and death is on the line.
Seoul
Before I started watching both Josh & Olly, I’d never wanted to visit Korea before. They’re responsible for making a lot of people feel that way on their YouTube channel, Jolly. Josh met Olly in college (I think- British system), then went to university in Seoul. I think. I haven’t done all the math. Anyway, when Josh and Olly were both done with uni, they decided to start making videos about what Koreans think of English people. Hilarity ensues. I’m not sure how often Josh and Olly get back to Korea, but one of the fun things they do is “red carpet” style interviews while they entice celebrities to talk using Korean food. It worked very well on Ryan Reynolds. ๐
Enseรฑada, Mexico
I have been to Enseรฑada once. It’s a small enough city that I could picture myself living there. I don’t speak much Spanish, but I took two years in school and have spent time in both Texas and Mexico speaking Spanish. My language skills aren’t as good now as they were in high school, because I was going to Mexico regularly (Reynosa and Progreso, both on mission trips). I could not land in San Diego and drive across the border without incident, but within a month or so I’d be all right. Within three or four years, I’d be fluent. It’s amazing what you can do when you have no choice. The water is gorgeous. La Buffadora (Buffalo Snort) is magnificent, a geyser that makes me feel the power of nature unlike anything else. I’m sure Papas & Beer is still there, it’s an institution. I don’t know about Habana Banana, which used to be my favorite Mexican clothing brand. I bought a ton while I was there, and at the time, they didn’t offer online ordering or international shipping. So, part of it is to find another clothing brand I like just as much…….. the rest of it is to sit outside with a Coke (we’re in Mexico, after all) and see what nature is saying around me. I live my life like the sound track is 4’33. I think it would kick things up a notch to perform it outside. My past performances have all gone very well. No one even knew I was “conducting it all while I sleep…. to light up my yard.”
Vancouver
I didn’t live in DC very long before I went to visit Meagan in Ottawa. However, I lived in Portland for 12 years and never made it to British Columbia. I have heard I would love it, now I need to go see it for myself. I will admit, though, that there is some truth to only the Canadian provinces with her in them being interesting. It wasn’t a draw while I lived there, but now I’m just curious. I sort of know what life is like on the East Coast of Canada because Meag has lived in Alberta, Ontario, and New Brunswick….. maybe more, but I’ve slept since then. But West Coast Canada is completely different, it seems. They don’t have bagged milk there. ๐ Now that I’ve had time to reflect, I regret not going when it was only a five hour car ride. It would be a much bigger deal now.
Washington, DC
I live in Silver Spring, Maryland. It’s a suburb that has everything I could possibly want within walking distance. As a result, I can go as long as a year without needing anything from downtown…… and most of it is that the bands I like don’t play in Silver Spring- some of them do, though. If I want to see something relatively big, it’s at The Kennedy Center, not The Fillmore. I also haven’t been to Wolf Trap in 20-odd years, mostly because it’s such a hassle that I think about going to Wolf Trap and back out. I feel about Wolf Trap the same way people feel about Cynthia Woods Mitchell Pavilion. It’s going to be a long concert, there’s no easy way in or out, and there’s a thousand people all screaming at once. I much prefer smaller venues, and wish Indigo Girls would play The Fillmore once in a while. ๐
Helsinki
My love of Finnish Independence Day led me to believe that one day I’d make it to watch the celebrations live- I watch them every year on YouTube from here. It’s not just that, though. I’ve said before and I’ll say it again that the palate for that part of the world is completely different- they don’t even have the same flora. Learning to cook there would be a whole new experience, and Anthony Bourdain introduced them to me through the magic of television. Why yes, I do want a large reindeer pizza. I also want to fly into HEL and drive up to Kilpisjaarvi so I can sleep under the aurora borealis in a clear-top tent. I also want to dress up really warm and sleep outside, just to see if I could do it. ๐
Some days, I talk about how much I love Diet Coke and cartoons. I talk about that to not talk about the ways in which I’ve emotionally abused people because that’s “how I was raised…” Not by my parents, but by someone who became a parent figure because my mother checked out. You cannot convince me that she didn’t let it continue because she didn’t want to raise a lesbian daughter, and you cannot convince me that despite my mother’s warnings, I got hurt anyway. However, it is a truism that the more you tell a story, the more it loses power. Supergrover is coming to mind less and less because I realize there is nothing more I can do except turn my attention. She’s going to be whomever she wants to be, and I can’t help that. If she wanted to make anything better, she would have come to me long before now.
Funny thing about that, though. Once I said something healthy and would return her fire with healthy boundaries, she wasn’t interested in me. She’s not a narcissist, so she wasn’t using me as a dopamine source…. but she only knew how to answer rage with rage, so when I answered it with “I love your anger- let it out,” she was done. It let me know that we were always going to fight like that, because I did the work and she didn’t. If I hadn’t, I wouldn’t have had the willingness to walk away from someone I truly, deeply love. She doesn’t understand me, because she doesn’t understand her. When she says she wants to understand her, she will- and not before.
She also won’t learn it from me. My breaking her trust was the beginning of something for her, because we had to resolve our conflicts in order to go back to loving each other as rabidly as we do when other people hurt our friends. If she learns like I do, someone else will say something that triggers her back into my letters, and they will make sense to her in a way they didn’t before, because it’ll be the same thing I’ve been saying for 10 years, but it’ll look different coming from someone else because she’s not attaching her preconceived notions about me onto their words.
It’s something she will really love learning. She’s a people pleaser, but not at work. That’s because she can negotiate logical boundaries and gets lost with emotions. If she was in the military, she’d do very well because she’s a perfectionist. If she was a therapist, she’d burn out quick because in addition to being a boss, she’s also a people pleaser because her reality is just as fractured as mine was; I started my own therapy- my blog more than my psychologist. I am almost solely responsible for my recovery and not because I had a shitty doctor or anything. It’s that there is no possible way to recover from PTSD on one hour a week. Just like having diabetes, the doctor doesn’t hold your hand every day. You go in for appointments, but they can’t manage you every moment they’re not there.
I have been startlingly self aware since I was a child, but I didn’t have the confidence that I do now. I didn’t say things like:
That’s mean. Please rephrase.
I am too tired.
It’s not that I don’t love you, it’s that I need space. Please go away and leave me alone for X amount of time. We are all good, I’m overstimulated.
I am not lazy, I am autistic.
I am not flaky, I have ADHD.
AuDHD is a lifetime gig, and we’re going to have to manage it because otherwise, you’re going to get angry and resent me your whole life if you’re my partner.
If you cannot handle any of these things, you cannot be in my life.
I am responsible for my actions, but I’m not responsible for yours.
I am not “throwing things back in your face. You don’t want to admit that you do the same behavior repeatedly.”
The reason I drop people quickly is that I have good boundaries. If I’m not happy, it’s because I tolerated something I didn’t like, some times for years and years. I am using my own examples to bring insight to others on why they do what they do………..
laying out my own flaws and failures from the mundane to the insane…….knowing joy does that, too. If there’s anything I hope people say about me, it’s that it works.
Tell us about your first day at something โ school, work, as a parent, etc.
Some of these are just vignettes in my memory.
On my first day of school, Lindsay was an infant and my mom was having a tough time letting me go to school all by myself when I was just as happy with Lindsay all day. She was the extrovert of the two of us- still is. I remember Mrs. Youngblood, and what she looked like down to the green smock she wore every day. My mother remembers that I walked over to a girl that looked sad and a few minutes later, she wasn’t sad because she thought she was going to be alone the whole time.
On my first day of work, I learned about shampoo. My first job was as a receptionist at Supercuts, and they saw me coming. My register never matched up at the end of the night, but at least the first day was a blast. I really enjoyed working there when people weren’t yelling at me about their hair, because I didn’t cut it. I swept, mopped, did laundry, and sampled everything. I was there when Tea Tree from Paul Mitchell hit the shelves. One of the first people to try American Crew (white people pomade). Those two things are my favorites today…… mostly because they don’t smell too girly.
Editor’s Note:
Apparently, this would not be a plus to a rando that just messaged me. He led with, “don’t take this the wrong way, but are you a woman?” I said, “how am I supposed to take it? I’m genderqueer and play around with gender a lot, but I’m genetically female.” He said, “I don’t even understand your answer.” I left it on “read,” because no matter what I respond, it’s going to lead to no good….. for him. Although I have to say that just because I’m not the one he’s looking for, some men love it. Some men have never had a queer girlfriend before and that in and of itself is novel, because they’re buying into something much bigger than themselves- or me. But the first step is always saying, “I bought rainbow boxers because I don’t know if I like them, but I knew you would.” I did. It made me feel incredibly loved and supported. Straight guys are getting there. Just give them another four hundred years.
The day of my first sermon, I was more nervous than I’d ever been in my life. I kept repeating something my dad said. He said it about other people, but here is what I heard. “I have big shoes to fill.” “I BROUGHT MY OWN SHOES.” I’d forgotten my cell phone that morning, subconsciously on purpose so I could focus. I was dating someone in the congregation and wanted to impress her, and I did…… but right as I was the most panicked and about to hyperventilate, someone came over and said the most beautiful words I’d ever heard. “Leslie……. it’s your dad.” He couldn’t get ahold of me on my cell, so he called the church- much to the parishioners’ astonishment. He gave me a pep talk and sent me out there.
The way I got to that time and place is not dictated by a “first day,” but first impressions. Here’s something I wrote about it in 2005 on “Clever Title Goes Here.” It’s what I remember from the day she invited me to visit her at school when HSPVA did a concert at UNT. I was 16 and so nervous I thought I was going to throw up everywhere, and now I still do, but for very different reasons.
Your stationary feels heavy in my hand, and Iโm glad there are several pages to flip through. I wish you were next to me while I read your letters, because your handwriting is so unique that even after years of reading it, there are words I canโt figure out. I laugh to myself, glad that one of my strong points is context clues.
Iโm glad grad school is going well. Itโs fun to think of you as a student again, and kind of cool that one of the requirements of being a student is teaching younger singers. Do you have any good ones this term? Better yet, any REALLY bad ones?
HSPVA is tough shit. Iโm on academic probation again because Iโm in three performing groups and rarely have time to do homeworkโฆ and when I do, itโs usually half-ass because I have four subjects all piling it on at once. I wish there were more hours in a day. Iโll probably be able to get back on track with English, Physical Science, and American History, but Algebra I is a wash. Iโll be lucky to get a 50 for the semester, never mind the six weeks. I think Iโll just drop it and take it again next year. My teacher is way over my head- she teaches at Rice for half a day, so I donโt think she has much experience with the mathematically illiterate. Well, maybe illiterate isnโt the right wordโฆ mathematically terrified is more like it.
Funny story- I had a HUGE trumpet solo in my last concert, and during the performance I came in a measure early. The ENTIRE band skipped that measure with me so that it wouldnโt look like I messed up. No harm was done, but Katrina looked at me like, โCOUNT, YOU ASSHOLE!โ Mr. Carter told the low brass that when he realized what was happening, he wanted to take them all out for a beer.
Church is so different without you.
We have a new scholarship singer, Stephanie. I wish the committee hadnโt chosen a soprano, because even though sheโs good, her voice is so different from yours that it makes me a little teary-eyed, kind of like, โyouโre replacing HER with THAT?โ But the good part is that since Stephanie sits next to me, weโve kind of gotten control of our sectional sound. Much less old lady vibrato. Itโs not the same, but I suppose over time itโll be tolerable.
I told my friend Amy that Iโm gay today. I didnโt know she was Southern Baptist, and she dragged me into a practice room and started screaming at me. Then she ran to the bathroom. Her friend Laura told me that she was throwing up. I donโt know if I believe her or not. If I called Laura a bitch, Iโm pretty sure it would insult bitches everywhere. How do you deal with all this shit? Iโm so confused. I know I was wrong because I only told her that because I like her. I didnโt expect her to come down on my head over it.
The worst part is that after I told Amy, she told everyone else. I was sitting outside with my friends when Amy and her group of airheads walked up to me with their Bibles and started reading me all this crazy shit. I ran to my counselor about it, but she didnโt do a fuckinโ thing. She just asked me what I did to provoke it.
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I sat next to Scott on the bus ride up, my palms sweating with nervousness. It had been two years since weโd seen each other, and a person can change a lot in two years.
I didnโt recognize you at first, with your super long permed hair and painted nails. And not that I would ever hold it against someone for losing weight, but you hug different and Iโm not sure I like itโฆ as if these things are up to me, right?
Thanks for the compliment on the performance. I was a little nervous about the triple-tonguing section, but I think I got it out ok. At least I didnโt have to play really high and triple-tongue at the same time. Itโs murder on my chops. Dude, a LOT of things have been murder on my chops latelyโฆ I was put dead last in chair tests this week. I must not be practicing enough, but itโs such a vicious cycle. If I play more, it really hurts- but the only way to get it to stop hurting is to play through the pain. Theresa, my trumpet teacher, says itโs an embouchure problem that will take weeks to correct. What a thing to say to a musician three weeks before a jury! Dan told me the same thing in eighth grade, but I didnโt listen to him then, eitherโฆ it was three weeks before my โPVA audition. If only the world would stop spinning long enough so I could fix this thing.
Oh, and whatโs up with calling jazz masturbatory? The only time I really feel lost in the music is when I get to write my ownโฆ and thatโs all a solo is- taking the music in my mind and putting it out there. Maybe if I was a better player, Iโd agree with youโฆ but most of my solos sound like muddy water.
That could be my jazz name. Muddy Water Lanagan. It has a ring to it.
Have you ever performed on stage or given a speech?
I have alternated between the quietest and the loudest person in the room for many years. This is because as a preacher’s kid, you have the personality you use with parishioners and the one you use at home, when you’re with your normal familyโฆ. the one that already knows you’re weird. I started doing things with music/music theater when I was three. And in fact, if I remember correctly, the first time I was in a choir performance I waited until it was over and then decided what the people really needed was a solo.
A few things that I’ve said have stuck with me, though.
At Bridgeport, I told the congregation that they were my Thanksgiving, and I meant it. Preaching in person is a whole different vibe, and I’m glad I know how to do it, and sometimes be incredible, even if I didn’t choose to go after it as a profession. It is enough to know that I could have, I just didn’t want to in the end. All I wanted to do was speak, and that’s not what pastors do. I’d be horrible at pastoral care and I know this about myself. It’s not that I wouldn’t listen. I would, intently, and then I would spend more time trying to figure out their problems than my ownโฆ.. just like I do now, but I am only taking care of my family. They’re all over the world and right at home.
I wish I’d gotten to preach with Zac in the congregation at least once. I would have played so far against type that I doubt he would recognize meโฆ.. until I started preaching. Because yes, Zac, I have quoted Snoop Dogg in a sermon. It’s also just fun because he’s an atheist and also very, very smart. Therefore, we can have great discussions without ripping each other’s heads off. Religion is desperately, intimately ontological. God only exists as much as you believe God does.
I preach from the standpoint of resolution and resurrection, my faith absolutely secure in the mysteries of our faith, because the things that have been attributed to God are not God. I’m not even talking about The Crusades. I mean that people like Abraham didn’t write down God’s experiences, they wrote a record of their own.
It’s why I’m so glad this blog exists, because it is very much the Bible I am writing. Both in looking out over my experiences and processing them for better understanding (to me it’s a form of prayer), and because no one in the Bible is more important than me. The only reason my book of the Bible doesn’t count is that I was born a little later than the council of Nicea. I honestly treat my relationship with Jesus the way I treat my relationship with Zac when he’s not here. Jesus and I are kind of the same person, so I tease him all the timeโฆ and that’s a plural. I tease Jesus and he’s got some sick burns on me, tooโฆ.. but those are just what I think he would say, and I like the comedic version of Jesus best.
If I had to pick a favorite Jesus representation, it’s the one from South Park. He manages to be relevant and yet the same calming presence he was back then. In the words of G.K. Chesterton, and I’m paraphrasing, “if you can’t laugh at your own religion, you haven’t picked a very good one.” I tease Jesus in his WTF? moments because I know I couldn’t have done any better. For me now, it’s thinking about me being so much older than he was. Having to go through that much, that young.
My whole take is that the best part of the resurrection was not having to do pastoral care. “Screw you guys, I’m goin’ home.” The truth is that Jesus was one of many people who thought he was the Messiah at the time, because the Jews were genuinely looking. If there is a Messiah, I choose to believe he’s it. That’s because none of the self-help he taught has changed for thousands of years. Brenรฉ Brown is an Episcopalian. Steven Colbert, Jimmy Kimmel, and Jim Gaffigan are Catholic. Trevor Noah isn’t a Christian, but he was raised in the church. Sarah Silverman is Jewish. Even under the Abramic tradition, we find our way in the world doing great things. For Sarah and me, it’s comedy (Sarah believes she’s one of God’s chosen people, and I believe Jesus is magic.) I don’t believe that it is the one true way.
I believe everything comes from us. We are not connecting to an Abramic or Hindu or Egyptian god, we are connected to The Source, the idea in which religion was created. We did not create The Source, we are all subtractions from it. You are a tiny piece of something great, but you block yourself from receiving it with ego.
But I didn’t come up with that idea. Jesus did. The check is in the mail.
What are your favorite physical activities or exercises?
I have floppy muscles, it’s an inborn trait. Therefore, I have success with physical activity to a varying degree. I think if I had to pick a favorite thing to do outside it’s very simple. It’s walking Oliver, who is a dog. It’s better when Zac is with us because I don’t trust Oliver to behave with me the same way he would if Zac was there, plus hiking in the woods behind his house is intimidating if you don’t know the area well. I could get lost easily and because I’d be in the middle of the woods, my GPS would only say “continue to highlighted route” and I’d be shit out of luck.
Ask me how I know this.
I’m not sure what to call it, but Zac’s townhome development backs up to some sort of nature preserve, so I have hiking accessible to me that’s just as challenging as anything I used to do in the Columbia River Gorge . Zac likes to hike as much as I do, and because he does it more often, he’s more in shape than I am, too. Yes, I weigh less, but I do not work out my muscles in the same way he does. I don’t have to have a physical fitness test to stay employed by the Navy. However, I do stay slim and trim by not owning a car, and I have decided that because ride share exists, that should always be true of me. I don’t actually want to pay money for a car when I could pay money for a car and a driver, taking the risk of driving off me entirely. If we crash, it will never in a million years be my fault. It’s not the hassle, it’s that I know I don’t have 3D vision and driving is working without a net, knowingly putting other people in danger.
Nope.
I didn’t have a choice in Houston, which is why I moved back to DC. If you’re going to take public transportation, it’s a very good place to do so because we’re not huge like New York, yet we have all the same amenities. Maybe it’s because I lived here in my 20s, but New York frightens me in a way that DC doesn’t. I don’t know whether my sensory issues were out of control in Manhattan because it was that big a city or because I’d never been there before. I now know why writers live the way they live in movies when they’re set in New York. As soon as I got there, my nerves felt like they were on fire. As a writer, I was energized by it and also needed to find a way to mute it. Thus, writers in movies being hermits in New York. They’re trying to find a manageable amount of sensory input.
Writing is a sensitive area in terms of perception because you need enough stimulation to have something to say, energy that lets the words flow naturally….. but not so much that it makes your mind lose the train of thought that’s going to hit the New York Times. Fine-tuning that instinct takes time. When I am overwhelmed, I go back to zero. This means wired or Bluetooth headphones blaring white noise like TV snow or a jet engine (because people reading this are so young they might not know what TV snow is…..). Over time, you begin adding things.
I find that I function the best under a sensory deprivation diet, because it helps me to work faster when there’s less going on in the room. I cannot write if people are talking around me, and most of the time I cannot even write with music on. Today, my soundtrack is Zac typing in his office. I’m sitting in his room with my iPad and keyboard, he’s at his government computer because he’s neurodivergent as well. I wanted to cut down sensory issues for both of us.
The funniest thing that happened this morning is that I grabbed a pink coffee mug and Zac said something about it being his partner’s mug and her being picky about it. I said, “oh, no problem. If I’d known it was hers I would have respected the rule. You don’t have to apologize for having other partners or them having preferences.” He said, “I’m just sorry I couldn’t let you have a CIA mug.” I said, “that was a CIA mug? I didn’t know CIA came in girl shit.” I loved his laughter at that one.
Editor’s Note:
Every time I’ve read that line while writing/editing I’ve fallen over with laughter.
It’s not that I wouldn’t like pink CIA stuff, it’s that I’m a purist. I like the seal they already have on a navy background and think it looks classic…… There’s no need to change something that isn’t broken. I don’t need CIA feminized for me, because to me it’s already feminine. Look up all the department heads and count the number of women. It’s staggering.
The truth is that women my age are invisible, and that’s why we run the world. If you believe nothing else I say, believe that. There’s a reason female intelligence officers at CIA and in the military embed themselves in women’s groups all the time. Getting women together is a HUMINT ATM machine. Now I’m wondering what the equivalent of a “stitch and bitch” is in Arabic…………… You can tell a lot about a man’s mood, behavior, and actions by asking the women around him, because dollars to donuts he hasn’t heard what she has to say.
I love that my love of women in intelligence is making others excited as well. It caught on for Lindsay when we went to Zaytinya the other night, because I told her about a fabulous novel I’d read called “The Secrets We Kept,” by Lara Prescott. The premise is brilliant. In Russia, female spies were trained to use their sexuality to get what they wanted, so they were nicknamed “Swallows.” The United States does not do this, so the novel explores what would have happened if there had been an American “Swallows” program. It’s danger and intrigue, but also camaraderie. Spying is the world’s second oldest profession, and it bears a striking resemblance to the first.
My favorite female intelligence stories are “constant fish out of water.” At first, it’s being approached by CIA and getting trained…. hero origin story…. then it’s being fish out of water because CIA doesn’t work inside the US. My favorite part of the journey is from the approach to graduating from The Farm. The Spider-Man where you find out how he became that way is the best. I don’t make the rules.
I feel that though typing is not something one would classically think of as a physical activity, it is my origin story.
Especially since I can write it down.
Now it is time to transition into my day, because it always starts here at the keyboard and branches out. I have coffee to drink, news to read, and a trip across a city in which it snowed this morning. I am eager to get out and take pictures.
Taking pictures for me is a physical activity because I am one of those people. One of those who thinks nothing of holding other people up for a few seconds to be able to lay down in the middle of the sidewalk or whatever to get a shot. This is because I am willing to wait eons to make sure I’m bothering the least people. It’s really the only way I’ve shot the top of the steeple at Notre Dame.
It just occurred to me that creativity often feels like exercise. Creativity often feels like exhaustion once you’ve pulled ideas out of yourself. Both writing and taking pictures show your way of seeing the world, and especially because I don’t have 3D vision, the pictures I take look different than ones taken by people with stereopsis. It’s not a bad thing. It’s what makes me driven to take pictures. I want to see how I see the world by looking back at the way I shot it.
All writers search for themselves. In this blog, you can see it transparently. With novelists, you see it through archetype and allegory. A childhood is a writer’s credit balance, in the words of John le Carrรฉ. We start there and we excavate to a degree in which most people are uncomfortable.
And yet the physical activity of writing sustains us whether you’re comfortable or not.
Stories That Are All True 