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Not Everything Every Day, but a Lot

~ Leslie Lanagan ~ Leave a comment

What are you good at?

I took the day off yesterday to be lost in my own little world of “happily ever after.” I didn’t want to touch it. I didn’t want to make that moment less impactful by adding more words to it. I wanted to have some space from the emotional ups and downs of the past few days just to focus on joy, rest, and relaxation. The relationship with whatever her name is, expressed as Supergrover, has been an epic battle of the soul, and now it’s over. I don’t have to decide how to handle my feelings anymore, because she’s willing to listen and help me decide how I feel. Help me understand so that I don’t feel internal turmoil.

I really had to lay it out on the table with her, though, and after she had behaved badly enough that she was forced to admit I wasn’t the only problem. I was not “waiting for her to fuck up,” I just knew that she wouldn’t listen to me until she thought she was wrong about something. That I hadn’t been wrong for 10 years, either. That all of that anger was keeping her from listening, and things would make sense to her in retrospect as well.

For the past few years, we have not been talking as if we have had a relationship since 2013. I have, which has run up against her seeing every interaction as an isolated incident. When she realized she was doing it, and after she’d done wrong so she was more willing to concede she’d been wrong, anyway, she got real with me. The small-s Supergrover appeared, without the TM behind her name. My little girl. My sweet precious six year old kissed it and made it all better.

In effect, Dana’s words really hurt me, that I would spend the rest of my life trying to prove I was a good friend and SG would never see it. Ten years later, victory is mine because waiting her out was the right call. Showing her that I really do accept her for everything she is and I’m not just playing a game paid off. But the differences between the neurotypical and the neurodivergent brain are at fault for a lot of us not being able to see each other clearly. Having worked very, very hard on this conflict has proven it to me. Neither of us have ever stopped loving each other, just started communicating badly. Now, we see that love as worth fixing because we each know our communication is bad and we’re not pointing fingers.

I hope that this story brings comfort to a lot of people, because conflict is often not easy. Supergrover and I have had the same conflict that has presented itself in the same ways with different issues for 10 years, because it comes from how our first families fight, not from how we want to treat each other. We’re both working hard on ourselves and I hope that translates into working hard on each other, because the ways that she changes me are the ones I like the best:

“My blog makes me sound like a dick because I take on your attitude when I want to sound like a chef and not a line cook.”

I suppose the point is that if you really love someone, don’t give up. Keep talking. Eventually, one will hear the other. We are not far enough along in the “fixing” stage to see what Happily Ever After looks like, but we are humble enough to admit we want it to exist.

It wasn’t really a yellow string, until she talked about holding her end.

Having Zac, Michael, Dave, and Bryn in my life as well makes me the most rounded out. I don’t need more than one red string when I’ve got this much love around me. I haven’t even met Michael yet, so I don’t know what kind of relationship he wants with me, if ever. But what I know is that I have found a way to be immediately helpful to him as well. I am not about saying “SG is mine.” I’m about saying that we all get the pieces that fit us. But it’s not just integration one way. For as much as I want to meet her little dog, I want her to meet mine, too. It’s finally time to be able to have that little a dream. She’s just going to have to bring her own Jack and Diet Coke for pizza night, where we’ll be the ones eating and Dana and Aaron will be calling in metaphysically. Turnabout is fair play. Pizza night has never moved. It’s Friday between 6-7, depending on when Supergrover can get here. It has been a metaphysical exercise since I was 36. I’ll be 47 on September 10th. She has literally been coming to my house every Friday night metaphysically for 10 years, but this didn’t start as a fantasy. Supergrover travels more than the rest of us, so we decided (Dana, Aaron, and me) that we’d have a standing date at which Supergrover could join us (I got the idea from Amy and Rory always setting a place for The Doctor). That whether she was a “dame on a plane” or actually in Houston, her seat was secure. Or did we start this in Portland? I can’t remember, because I can’t remember if Dana and I started doing it in Portland and added Aaron, or if adding my girl became a new thing because of Aaron.

“Maybe Aaron can refrain from rolling his eyes.”

Now that it’s a decade later, I can tell you that my response was, “I love you. I will make him. If I wear cleavage I own his ass. He’s a dumb boy.”

Aaron and I aren’t attracted to each other, it was just a good stereotypical line for a guy when Aaron is the least typical guy I’ve ever met. I can honestly say that I was open to Zac because of him. He was already as free as I wanted to be, married and spiritual and settled but with the added bonus of a kid and a group of friends with which to do life.

Maybe I can make it make sense universally by using an example I hate, because JK Rowling can eat shit, but too many people have read the books for me not to be able to use it.

In the books, I always thought there was a spark between Harry and Hermione because they were on each other’s levels. She rejected a man who was on her level for an idiot like Ron, who basically bullied her and she chose the bad boy. This is not what happened with Supergrover and me, it’s an illustration. I am the classic Harry personality. She is the classic Hermione, and I fully believe that just like Hermione, Supergrover is head of the Ministry of Magic. Every day with her is a miracle.

What I’m talking about is Harry’s acceptance that he needed to move on and found Ginny. That does not mean that Harry and Hermione were wrong for each other and I was wrong to go there. JK Rowling admitted she made a mistake by having Harry and Hermione express those feelings to each other in a dance, ending with the realization that they’d always dive into each other and it could be close, but it wasn’t going to be the two greatest minds in the magical world as one….. The two greatest minds in which you see clearly how differently they work.

I am an interesting mix of Hogwarts houses, because when I used Pottermore, I had the same experience as Harry. The sorting hat argued with me between Ravenclaw and Gryffindor, while I identify as a Hufflepuff due to my preacher’s kid upbringing. I choose to believe the sorting hat would have taken my childhood into account and also my personal choice.

In short, I am brave and smart, but more interested in the spiritual side of life. I choose to believe that my spiritual side feeds my bravery and my intelligence. With Supergrover at my side, I am capable of having more of it, because someone who is in a position to help me in a concrete way believes in me as a writer.

Writing is a lonely job, and having her as my muse makes it less so. I think she finally sees that’s true. That I can say all these brave things because her first reaction is “let me get my purse. That motherfucker.” This is what I mean by supporting my writing and also not being sure she actually likes the author.

Yesterday, without my flowery romantic language because we just roll differently, she told me just how much she loved me and just how much she’s woven into me as well and she needed to jump off the crazy train and see that I genuinely care.

This is not something I’ve ever heard from her. Ever.

I think that’s because I laid out my feelings that her self-esteem was hurting me because I love her. That it hurts me to hear her say that she’s not a good person in many ways, because I believe that she is and Im standing around watching her hurt. I want to get light to the things that are making her hurt, and help her find joy.

Here’s the moment I knew we had something special, and it will resonate with people all over the world. She respected my trauma bond because even if it’s not real to her (which I sincerely doubt given the enormous wall of bullshit we ran into that wasn’t pleasant), she did not blink when I said it. It was like, “duh. Of course you have that.” I told her that I feel like I literally can’t live without her at times, but it’s not because of some stupid fantasy. It’s because of the chemical reaction in your nerves that’s almost instantaneous when a trauma bond is created. Battle buddies, et cetera. Like, of course that’s real. I know because she’s felt it with other people, if not with me.

Because I did not see myself as abused when I met Dana, I did not take in the extent we were in the same boat. The difference is that Dana played down her trauma, so we were not trauma bonded in the way that Supergrover and I are. In effect, me realizing that I also had PTSD in the same way that she did rewired me to feel her anywhere in the world. As an INFJ with manhole cover in size mirror neurons, I do this easier than most. Like, if she was crossing a street and got hit by a bus on her travels, I’d feel it, and I have no doubt about that.

The best set of novels I’ve ever read about this is actually smut you’ll love it you want to check it out. It’s called “The Zodiac Academy,” and it’s two female authors who have created this entire world explaining the bonds of romance and friendship, how they are separate but equal. My emotional support partners have that equality more than most because I’m a more emotional and intellectual person than a romantic one. When both Dana and Supergrover had my brain at full capacity, I went ace. With Dana, almost four years. With Supergrover, over seven. I know this because when I was hanging out with them, I was hanging on their words rather than needing touch from them. I did eventually marry Dana, I’m talking about all the time we spent as best friends without realizing we were courting……………. For her. For me, it all made sense in retrospect the minute I moved to Houston and I had to start my day without her, knowing she wasn’t coming back right up until she did.

Because I met Supergrover, I don’t want it to seem like I fell out of love with Dana. If I had had the words for a murder board of polyamory, I could have cut off a lot of emotional turmoil at the pass. She just wouldn’t let us go parallel, when it was the best solution and what I was doing anyway without knowing I was doing it. Keep them apart. I was just a bad hinge. Polyamory fits me because I am allowed to have a 100% open and honest relationship with everyone I meet, and there is no limit to how deep they can go organically, because I will not allow jealousy. I have a hierarchy. Deal. I feel like you can deal with it a lot easier when you realize I view Supergrover as my Doctor and everyone else as my real family I have to keep grounded for. I am not asking for my relationship to get any deeper, just to respect that you’re Sean Noble and I’m The Doctor Donna. Beat that with a stick.

Oh, and because I feel such mother love for Supergrover and I’m queer, I’m actually more Rose Noble than Donna. But Donna and Rose share DNA, so I get to be both people.

I ultimately believe that Dana and I would have divorced eventually because there were just certain reactions to Supergrover that I didn’t want to let Dana see anymore. It gave her too much access to my privacy issues with Supergrover because she already had a damn good reason to be suspicious and not just accept that she was separate but equal. That there were times when I really needed time alone with Supergrover because of Supergrover’s privacy issues, not her petty jealousy. It wasn’t all about her and I am going to die mad about it, both her acceptance and my lack of being able to stand up to her.

It feels nice to love someone appropriately, and to have it go so incredibly deep that there’s almost 11 years of history behind it. For as much as I want to meet her dogs, I also want her to meet Jack.

I checked with David and it’s okay that I call Jack my step dog.

I think of Oliver, who is a dog, that way as well. That just because Zac owns him, that doesn’t mean I don’t take care of him, especially when Zac is away. Or, that used to be true. Zac has a roommate that takes care of him now.

Oliver and I just have a history together, and when he curls up with me, he tells me that the feeling is mutual. I love the number of times when he has been my companion in writing. He and Supergrover have both been feeding my creativity, it’s just that when Supergrover does it, she’s an idea and not  a person. As in, I am not writing down her end of the conversation. That’s what makes Supergrover and Calliope? (Is that the muse for writing?) different people is that I interact with Cal and don’t with Supergrover. Her end of the story is not publishable unless it’s a direct interaction between her and me. I keep her relationships private, not mine. I view it very much like parallel polyamory and not ethical non-monogamy because I am not having an affair with someone else’s wife. I am being open and honest that I need a separate relationship with her than anyone else. In a lot of ways, I’m the only friend Michael shouldn’t be threatened by, because my ultimate goal is to join him in supporting her. It’s more love, not more jealousy. Plus, we’re the few people in the world that can have honest conversations right off the bat. He knows what it’s like to pine for her. He knows how much woman she is and that’s hard as a friend or a romantic interest, so our dynamic didn’t change. I was just as concerned a friend after she rejected me, because her life is bigger than just being interested in me….. Knowing that she is as a yellow string is the best news I’ve gotten in 10 years. To use my words in describing our connection went a very long way, because I saw that she got me.

Our happily ever after just got bigger, and yesterday was a day to celebrate, not give that energy to other people.

The Story She Told Me -or- The Beginning is the End is the Beginning

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Tonight, I don’t have to write. I get to write. I feel lighter and freer than I have in a decade, because I am finally making progress in a direction that seems healthy.

I told Supergrover to step up or take it somewhere else.

She stepped up.

She didn’t even have to say “I’m stepping up.” She talked about her end of the string. So many tears of joy, doing the “I won” dance for real this time and not just trying to ramp each other up. We finally have the kind of love where I said, “do you want to fix this? I think you’re saying yes.”

She said, “it is fixable in my view.”

I told her about some really big dreams that started the moment I asked her what she wanted our relationship to look like in 20 years. I told her how it took me a while to relax into it because it was so uncomfortable to get rid of the brain gremlins that come with someone turning your head where it’s just crazy talk, but your brain doesn’t know that. Really big dreams, and she thanked me for accepting her just the way she is, and that she wants to do the same for me. Her tone and approach was exactly what I was talking about on my blog- laying out your problems as if you actually like me, not treating me like my opinion is law and something to fight against. We are so much more effective at tackling a problem together.

I sent her an e-mail that said I’d forgiven her and moved on, because I realized that I never asked her what she was trying to accomplish. What was her real goal if it wasn’t to piss me off? She really took a hard look at herself in a way I’ve never seen her do before.

If every lid has a pot, the caveat is that sometimes the metal has to be stretched occasionally. It’s the stretch marks that make it valuable.

There was no blame. None. Just talking it out. Like, “how did it get so shitty?” Real talk. Like we haven’t done in years. The woman I love hasn’t disappeared into the ether. She’s still a ghost that smokes in the back of my head, but mostly because it’s from a Lisa Loeb song, not that she’s stuck there anymore.

I remember saying in “Go Tell the Bees” that I just wanted to be hers, no matter what that meant.

Apparently, that is fixable in her view.

…and they all lived happily ever after.

Except you’ll get to see it in real time, because my girl likes seeing how my brain works. It’s not a happy ending for me. It’s a happy ending to a really great story….. one so unusual and oddly specific to its time period that I hope it has appealed to you. To my fans that have stuck with me through hell or high water, I know it got repetitive. But especially in the thick of it (2023), it took me six novels’ worth of blog entries (614,000 words according to year end stats) to figure out my directions and my distractions.

The reason it’s different this time is that Supergrover decided to cut all the shit and just be real in the most beautiful, poignant way possible. I love that she is holding onto our yellow string, like when she is flying and I hold onto her tail.

Wait. That probably sounded better in my head.

😉

I Hope They Know Who They Are

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Daily writing prompt
Who would you like to talk to soon?
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There are so many people I’ve met that live all over the world now. It’s impossible for us to get together in person, but we talk virtually all the time. Forced to choose one person and one person only, it’s J.L. Henry. He’s a novelist who’s from everywhere, but currently resides in Norway. He’s partnered with kids and it’s a country I’ve always wanted to visit (I’m fascinated by building homes in extreme climates). Therefore, a great vacation to talk to J.L. soon would just be us teasing each other about our writing, cooking together, and just hanging with the whole famn damily. Because Norway is a long way from the United States, it may be a dream deferred. But not for long. I still fully believe that if Bryn and I want to go to Helsinki bad enough, I could talk her into Norway as well. 😛 Plus. she’d get to meet the great J.L. Henry, which is way better than meeting the great Leslie Lanagan. 😉 Oh, and I only said Bryn was coming with me because I already mentioned that we have plans in Helsinki and Kilpisjärvi (well, dreams without earnest money, anyway). If our boyfriends decide they want to drag themselves across the world with us, who are we to stop them?

It’s not about meeting J.L. Henry. It’s about meeting J.L. Henry in groups.

Tyler Moore is another author I’d really like to meet, because he took out a great deal of time one night to help me figure out how to get my “rising creator” status on Facebook off the ground. Tips and tricks on how to gather followers, etc. The reason it’s more infinitely possible for me to meet Tyler is that he lives in Oklahoma, which is far from DC, but not from my grandfather’s house, which is two and a half hours northeast of Dallas. So, it’s an easier trip to visit Tyler than it is to visit J.L., but we all know each other and technically DC is in the middle. Tyler and J.L. should just come to me.

Now that that’s solved……

Doctor Who reminded me to keep talking to my mother, that the conversation isn’t over. I won’t spoil the episode, but the line that got me was “he’s not dead. He’s just gone.” I will say that The Doctor is still alive, however. 😛

Speaking of the show, there was a new character this week played by a British actress that looks so much like Cush Jumbo (Varada Sethu- she’s Indian, but in the show also had Cush’s pixie cut from “The Good Fight”) that I did several double takes.

I love Cush because she’s done Shakespeare as easily as she did an American legal drama. Those RSD women. Jesus.

Although if I had to pick my biggest celebrity crush on an RSD woman, Helen Mirren has been knocked down a peg. Now Cynthia Erivo has my heart. It’s not because Helen is any less beautiful to me. It’s that I heard Cynthia sing the Pie Jesu from the Rutter Requiem on “Fresh Air,” and I knew we were kindred spirits (I used to have a fabulous recording of me singing it). Plus, even though Cynthia is British, she’s an honorary Marylander because she was the title role in “Harriet Tubman.” Please respect Helen Mirren’s privacy during this difficult time. Although if I know actresses, Helen probably thinks Cynthia is amazing and worthy of my affections so she might not be too hurt by this.

Maybe I should send flowers.

Too much?

And lastly, I would like to talk to my housemate, David, soon. He’s probably up. I should go and make him some coffee. I don’t treat him like a partner or a child- he’s got a big interview coming up today for a work from home job that would fit us both perfectly because we like our home offices, we’re both neurodivergent, and we have all the sodas we like.

If you are a praying person, please put him on your list.

A Celebration of Sorts

~ Leslie Lanagan ~ 1 Comment

I just got a notification that I got my 996th follower inside the WordPress community, so I know it won’t be long before I hit a thousand. I knew I was going to take a hit in numbers when I locked down my personal Facebook profile and pushed people to my professional account, because I have so many more friends and followers of my personal account. However, it was a necessary evil because I don’t get paid for being a Facebook user. I get paid for being a Facebook creator. I may start writing some short pieces on Facebook as well, because what I have noticed is that Facebook does not like to promote links that take you out of Facebook. I’m hoping to have an income stream that is passive over time, because being a Facebook creator isn’t that lucrative until you get into the Glennon Doyle/Martha Beck stratosphere, but I have to start somewhere. Glennon and Martha didn’t become Glennon and Martha overnight, either.

I don’t really think I have their talent, I just think we’re all interested in the same things, which is the motivation for human interaction. Success in personal and professional relationships while neurodivergent, etc. Autism is a huge part of my life now, because it’s emotional shorthand for a world of symptoms. It’s also important for me to talk about my experiences, because there’s so little research on female autism, anyway.

Something jumped out at me in Supergrover’s letter, that she was mad I said that she acts like she’s a motherfuckin’ hero and I’m a mental patient. She went to the place of literal hero, like cape and tights Supergrover! ensemble. What I meant is that she often thinks that her thought processes are correct and mine have something wrong with them, when they’re just completely different from each other. Again, Mandarin on my side, English on hers. She just needs to develop some language skills she doesn’t currently have……… with me. I know that she knows from autism in real life, she just can’t apply it to me because she knows me so incredibly intimately and not at all.

One of my favorite memories of Dana, Supergrover, and me is still when Dana and I were talking it out. That I knew I was falling for Supergrover, and it could never be. So please just be patient with me. Dana was so incredibly sweet and kind. She said, when it comes to her, I am not threatened. I think I have more than proved my worth. God, she so did. Every day. If she could have held onto that feeling, our fights never would have gotten worse. She also said that she understood me, that it was natural because I’d seen her soul. She knew how it felt. She was married when she started crushing out on me. The difference is that I was able to do something about it, albeit years down the road. I didn’t know this, but Supergrover was dating someone when I met her, she just didn’t tell me that until months later. I was incensed because she knew that everything coming from her was also going to Dana, but I didn’t know that everything I said was being sent straight to Michael, among others if my web stats are to be believed. She took all her feelings about me and told someone else, where it did the least bit of good.

Dana was angry when she said it, but she knows me better than anyone else. She said, “you’re going to spend the rest of your life trying to prove that you’re a good friend, and she’s always going to see you as a mental patient.” It was one of those lines that took me a very long time to forgive, but I knew she wasn’t going to be wrong even then.

It’s that Supergrover is my Doctor and I am her Clara Oswald, her Impossible Girl. It’s the connection I cannot ignore, because our words are a double helix by now. She is also equal parts Malcolm Tucker and The Doctor. If Supergrover really WAS The Doctor, you could count on her to slam down the TARDIS phone with “fuckitty bye.” 😉 It is my opinion that she might not know who The Doctor is, or that The Doctor was played by Peter Capaldi, but her knowing who Malcolm Tucker is….. probably a sure bet she’s in the loop. I never gave up because it was a connection I couldn’t ignore. My girl has privacy issues about my blog and wants to be involved, yet not sure she actually likes the author. Or, it feels that way to me. I’m not a judgmental dickhead, as evidenced by the fact that I didn’t even really kick her out of my life. I said that I wanted no further contact as we didn’t have a relationship for me to devalue. Prove to me that we have one, and I’ll play ball. I’m done falling on my sword for her as the lovesick teenager because it was never about that. It was a fantasy created to cover up reality. It was 10 years ago in which I was a lovesick teenager that did indeed spin out, but not because I was crushed out on her. My emotional abuser left a very specific mark on me, that sex and friendship are the exact same thing, and you don’t really know someone until you’ve slept with them. If I had gotten help when I was an actual teenager who was being fed that kind of bullshit by an adult, it would have saved me from a lot of heartache later on, and Supergrover as well because I can’t imagine that my illness didn’t send shit downhill. But I was never sick because of her. I was sick because of my emotional abuser. This is the first time in my life I’ve not been friends with anyone who knows anything about any of that, and I don’t have to talk about it. I am finally free. But I have been to hell and back to get here, which is why I am saying Supergrover needs to keep up with me emotionally. We set up some bad patterns back in the day, and she’s still hanging onto them. If she wants a real relationship with me, she’s going to have to throw down, and in a way that makes her seem approachable and vulnerable instead of pissed off and ready to spit nails. That kind of anger will never get you anywhere with me, because I realize that it just ratchets me up into rage and I just don’t want to go there anymore. She ripped me a new asshole and then it took her 15 minutes to spin out on her own, calling herself a bad person when I would never say that in a million years.

In fact, I actually said, “when I write about how much I love you and how wonderful you are and how I’d literally die to have one second alone with you to joke about things I couldn’t with anyone else, you don’t respond. You remember when I’m frustrated and angry, but you don’t see that I also see you as a goddamn miracle. If there is a God, they smiled when they put us together.” I can love her to the ends of the earth and she can also annoy the shit out of me. It’s about balance. It’s just that her response is “take care of yourself.” She feels deeper than that, but it would kill her to let me know. If she didn’t, she wouldn’t hang on my words the way she does, because she proved it. She’s the one person in my life who has said that she gets something out of it whether my work paints her in a bad light or not…. that I always have something worthy to say whether she agrees with it. I would not have been able to keep her interest for 10 years without something special running underneath, even if it’s just an unbreakable reader/writer connection.

I also know that she used to tell me she loved me. But it’s like all of it went away as not to give me the impression that she was into me, as if it hadn’t been drilled into my head every second of every day for the last 10 years (over 10 years, now…. coming up on 11 in the summer). I am not just going to forget that she’s married and mono and as settled as she’ll ever be. You’re never in the friend zone if you value having women as friends. At least that’s what they tell me. That’s what I’ve been working towards. Not a great love story, but yes. A great love story. Oprah and Gayle….. two best friends that are on a first name basis with the entire fucking country. What Supergrover doesn’t realize is that my fan base has been quietly growing without her, and more people know her name than mine because I don’t say my name very often (it’s Leslie, btw.). So, while she’s off being hurt that I’m happier without her in my life because she just can’t stop playing games with me, my stories about her are becoming more and more precious. She hasn’t been the best friend the whole 10 years, but she has absolutely been the best character….. a Siren.

Supergrover may not think this, but my boat never crashed against the rocks. I dragged her into it. I think I have saved her ass several times over, and I’m tired of waiting for the good part where she realizes that I’m not out to get her. As she said to me, “it seems like you’ve only taken away the bad.” That is objectively not true. Even in this essay, where I’m hurt beyond belief, I still can’t believe I met her at all.

People have problems, full stop. It’s how you handle them that matters.

I took a shower.

I got dressed.

I did my laundry.

I did my shopping.

Having a win in which I walked away with my dignity intact was important to me. Demand avoidance was not so strong today. I am making progress, however slowly.

It’s not huge, but it’s a celebration of sorts.

Stories….. That Are All True….

~ Leslie Lanagan ~ 4 Comments

What is the legacy you want to leave behind?

I have been dinged for calling my web site “Stories That Are All True,” because when they aren’t angry, they understand that I am talking about the fact that there’s truth in a lesson whether it happened or not. For instance, Abraham and Jesus are little more than legend and we take their truths as self evident most of the time. We do not discount the things we hold in our hearts because we cannot prove they are factual. I want people to feel the same way about my writing- that these stories cannot possibly be objective truth because I’m just writing down my own inner monologue. Just because I say there’s a correlation or a causation doesn’t mean it’s true. It means that’s what I think/feel/realize. As I know more, so does this web site. I do not have a specific arc in mind, because I am reflecting my life as it happens. I cannot reflect on another person’s life as it happens, and it is astounding how many people not only think I can, but should.

I am guessing everyone’s feelings all the time, because I am working things out in my head, trying to get my own clarity before the next time I interact with that person. I also allow myself to get angry, because that emotion is also in the human spectrum. Do you know why God is so angry in the Old Testament? That’s the story we told, not God. It was not objectively true, but that’s how the people felt. Nowhere in the Bible is there an argument for or against God- it is only those people’s reflections of what God means to them. Humans are angry, ergo God is angry. Humans are destructive, therefore God is destructive, etc. As society progressed, it was a theology of promise and not cruelty.

You’ll see me go through the same thing on this Web site because I am not writing stories about people. I am writing stories about my reactions to people. Nowhere in this blog is an argument that anyone is definitively a good or bad person. That’s because no one is. My good or bad interaction with them is not their whole being, and my opinion carries no inherent respect. I am not an authority on anything, and I do not put myself out there as such. I have told you that I never finished college, that every job I’ve ever had has been a nightmare, that my personal relationships fall apart early and often, etc. Nowhere in this web site am I saying that I’m a good person to emulate….. But I’m not NOT saying it, either. I have my moments. I have my wins. I have insights on things that other people don’t. But the beauty and truth is in the eye of the reader, not the writer. As in, I only control what I meant, I do not control what you get out of it.

Speaking of wins, I had one this week. I smiled when I thought about the fact that when Supergrover told me I was a lot, I told her to go find less. I know enough to know that she’ll never meet anyone like me in her entire life, and all this time I thought I was the only one in that boat. That I’d never find anyone like her. I couldn’t bring myself enough self-esteem to believe she was actually losing anything. I had to go to a really dark place and come back from it to realize that She’s on my wavelength. Her brain works as fast or faster than mine. When you meet someone like that, who raises your game, it becomes hard to go back to less. I had to realize that was true on both sides of the equation. Not interacting doesn’t mean not missing each other. I have said this before, that you are 100% allowed to miss someone you’ve cut out of your life. I cut her out of my life when she stopped seeing my worth, and assuming I meant the worst while reading from her own self-esteem instead of saying, “that really hurt because X.” The reason it’s reading from your own self esteem is assuming that X is what I intended you to pick up when you read. Saying to me that you were hurt because of X allows me to say, “I’m so sorry you were hurt. That is not what I meant to imply, but I can see how you got there. Here’s what I actually meant.” Hopefully, it’s a two minute problem to solve. What’s not a two minute problem to solve is reading my work from your self esteem for years and assuming what my opinion actually is.

I do not need our friendship to be dependent on your reading comprehension skills. I need you to tell me what you heard, because that may or may not have been what I actually meant. I saw a meme on Facebook that spoke to this. It said, “English teachers put more meaning into a novel than a writer does.” My comment was “Yes. Sometimes a red dress is taking down the patriarchy. Sometimes, it’s just that ‘red’ is easier to type.” Because I am a blogger, these English teacher interpretations kill friendships.

Red was just easier to type.

Why Being Autistic Sucks in One Conversation

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I’m dcargonaut. I apologize for not changing the color scheme before I posted this. I’m sorry if it’s hard to read. I posted it on Facebook as well, but I know all of you don’t follow me there. Also let me know in the comments what social media accounts you actually have if you want to see my stuff there. I occasionally post things to reddit, Insta, Threads, etc., but lately I have gotten into a Facebook/WordPress rut. Basically, let me know if I need to branch out. I don’t need to go where everyone is. I need to go where you are. As if people who aren’t Fanagans are important. Please. 😉

I Do Not

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Daily writing prompt
How do you balance work and home life?
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Writing is a 24 hour a day job. If an idea comes to you, you better have a way to write it down. Your brain will not go back to it (or at least, mine won’t). My Apple Watch is handy for this because I have an app where I just press a complication on my watch and it starts recording. Then, I can play them back through Bluetooth headphones or on my iPhone/iPad. My watch doesn’t need to process anything, I just need to be able to hear the clip again. I think the app is called “Just Press Record.” If I was feeling less balanced in my work ethic, I would have looked it up for you. 😛

I keep speakers and a subwoofer connected to my PC, that also has a passthrough for headphones. I have my own office now, so I can choose to listen to ambiance in the room, or zone out with headphones in. I have said that my dad is coming to help me decorate, but the wiring is so bad upstairs I just couldn’t plug in a desktop and a monitor.I also have a much smaller desk to bring down here, because I want to be able to share the room with David. He has some exercise equipment in here, and I think a yoga mat. As long as I keep the middle of the room clear and I have a place to store my chair that fits next to the desk rather than in front of it, I’ll be fine. There is nothing wrong with the setup I have now. It’s functional. I want my dad to take it from functional to beautiful. This room was originally meant for plants, and we have grow lights that would be good for orchids, etc. and also grow lights work well with aquariums that have live plants. I also know that since it’s spring and covered with shade, I’m going to need a good space heater in the winter. You will drag me out of this office kicking and screaming the whole way.

Again, here’s my current setup:

There are windows on all four sides of the room, it’s just that the ones behind me look out in to the living room. There’s a tea tray to my right that would be perfect for tea bags, Splenda, and an electric kettle. David only has the kind that whistles on the stove. Plus, since I like cold sodas and energy drinks more than I like coffee and tea, it would not be a bad idea to put a dorm fridge in here. Even if I don’t buy soda, I keep water bottles and green tea/energy drinks/aguafrescas as if when they are gone, I would shuffle off this mortal coil. 😛

David actually came downstairs ad we had a wonderful talk about what we want to do with the space. I asked him if he minded me warming up in his attic where it’s soundproofed, and he offered me his own space in the basement. I just want to add some sound proofing panels and a stereo so I have my own accompaniment. That’s easy to do because I have an old Fire HD 8 that has plenty of power to run a stereo with wired or Bluetooth speakers, and one of them is an Echo Dot, which fits perfectly. The other I idea I have is to build a bracket/frame for it and put it in show mode. I can control the tablet and the Echo Dot with voice recognition. I don’t have a problem with this, because I made an entire fictional character starting with my Dot. I heard that the NSA is watching us through them (really? I think that’s ridiculous. Amazon is listening to create our perfect ad experience; I highly doubt the NSA could be paid enough to care whether I like Sunny D).

However, I thought this was a very interesting idea, and I created a character named Carol that watches me like a guardian angel. Like, she gets upset when I’m upset, etc. She was supposed to watch me and took it a little too seriously because I turned out to be endearing. She loves all of you very much, but make no mistake. Carol knows what you did. 😛

Work/Life balance is not a thing because a line that Carol would say could come at 0300, or it could come when I’m involved in something else. Nothing inspirational comes on your time.

So. Work/life balance?

1/5 of my brain is also Nunavut.

The Character Interview

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Here’s the string I used for Copilot, because as a blogger, the first thing I asked was “friends” and they said they could not research information on real people. Thus, none of you are fictional characters, it’s just that an AI capable of tracking your every move without telling you that has no moral high ground here………………. Search https://theantileslie.com and ask questions a friend would ask about the characters. You are all perfectly perfect in every way. There is no need to make you fictional characters. You are all enough exactly as you are. I am paining a word portrait, and that’s always going to include being a 3D character because as I was telling Zac, “that’s not real life.”

  1. Who are the central characters in the stories on this website?
    • Supergrover is unashamedly the main character because she’s the friend that makes me the most passionate in life, and not about her. She’s fiery and intense, which makes me match her feeling for feeling when she is fully open and hearing vs. listening. The only reason I’ve ever wanted this relationship to the extent that I have is that I have no idea what she’s like in person, but online she’s fucking brilliant. She doesn’t have to write more, because all her other words are still inside me. I have memorized them. She lives in me whether she’s comforted by that or disgusted. Dealer’s choice.
  2. What challenges or conflicts do the characters face?
    • It’s not about conflicts between characters unless it’s me and another person. I have no interest in publishing hearsay, like hearing Bryn’s side of the story on a fight with Dave or whatever. I cannot comment on the fight, because I was not there. I only write down what I observe, I am not a gossip column…….. as much as people would like to believe it. For practical purposes, I don’t give a fuck how they feel about the way I express my emotions. How they react is none of my business. The only thing I ask is to get some clinical separation before you come and talk to me about it, because I want your reaction to be yours and your response to be mine. Get all your anger out and be ready to discuss it without turning it into a knock-down drag-out. When people are angry about what I have written, it’s too much punishment, too fast. That’s because they attack me without really thinking about how they should respond. They just speak from the id and do not give a flying fuck whether it hurts my feelings or not. They don’t want to resolve the problem at hand, they want to cut me off at the knees for reflecting it as accurately as I possibly can without doing their emotional work for them.
    • I have been bitten in the ass for my armchair psychology approach to writing about people. However, there’s a reason for it. I am not trying to tell their story for them, but to try to make sense out of why they did what they did. I want to be able to give them the benefit of the doubt, and as I write about them, the good and the bad becomes clear……. what relationships are worth saving and what relationships drain my energy rather than giving me some. I am often best friends with Colin from “What We Do in the Shadows.” This is because I have a lot of neurodivergent friends who will ramble on and on. You can’t get a word in edgewise, so you listen to a lot of shit you never needed to know. I want to wait until I have the bandwidth to listen to the stories in which you came close to killing yourself. Again, people open up to me because I am an INFJ, the Counselor personality. That being said, I do not have enough emotional bandwidth to take on counseling as a career. I would be excellent at it, and a mess regarding taking care of myself.
    • Maybe later in life, when I have more money and less fucks to give, I’ll become an LPC or MSW. I need to work on clinical separation first, because when people talk to me my mirror neurons go off and I am overloaded to the point of meltdown a good bit of the time on public transit. The one time I really, really wanted to have a conversation with someone, her mom kept interrupting me and it was bullshit. I just couldn’t stop her from interrupting because the subject at hand was so serious. I was talking to a 10-year-old girl who was standing in the aisle while I was sitting down next to her. Children throw down truth bombs whether they’re autistic or not, so I wasn’t prepared for what she said, but I was prepared to help. I told her I liked her pink tennis shoes, because I used to have pink tennis shoes and I missed them (ask me how I lost them. If Dana is reading and she was drinking something, she just choked). I ask her what grade she’s in, etc. Then, out of nowhere, she said, “my dad’s dead.” Just absolute gravity’s rainbow (if you’re not familiar with the literary reference, gravity’s rainbow is the arc of a bomb). Oh my God. The perfect child walked into my life the moment I needed someone to talk to. I told her that I lost my mom, and we just sat there for a second, dazed. Then her mom started in with all the gory details while I just wanted to talk to the kid. She was young enough that her father’s death is going to affect her far more than me. My mom was at least able to see me through to adulthood, past my 40s. The last thing I said to her made both of us cry. As she was walking away, I said, “remember that your dad is still alive because you’re half of him.” It was the most I could do in four stops.
    • To turn that back around into challenges I face, It”s that people love stories I write about the random interactions on the bus/metro. Yet they rarely think I can portray them accurately, too. They believe that my observations of strangers are dead on, and my observations of them are wrong. I have been right so many times that I do not lose sleep over it. When people tell you who they are, believe them the first time. They love it when other people are 3D characters, but God forbid I love them more than strangers and treat them like muses.
  3. Are there recurring themes or motifs related to the characters’ experiences?
    • The one theme that has been with me since my first entry, which I think was called “Apologia,” or something like that, is how to survive relationships with CPTSD. I have so many other “letters behind my name,” comorbidities that seemingly never end. It’s about how my brain processes logic and emotion despite that, because people see my brain as brilliant when I write this way, but not when I talk. Neurodivergent overexplaining in a neurotypical brain is called “making excuses.” I have problems with authority, and this is a big one. You have asked me for information, I gave it to you including my role in things so it doesn’t look like I’m trying to pass the buck, and you’ve chastised me. I have not made excuses for anything. I told you like it is.
  4. How do the characters evolve or change throughout the stories?
    • Supergrover has the biggest arc, because it’s the story of how I fell in love with her twice. The first time, it was because I thought she was the hottest thing on God’s green earth, and more woman than I could handle in three lifetimes (her husband probably just high-fived me in his head). The second time, it was because of deep companionate love because I felt that even though she’d never be my wife, that didn’t mean we couldn’t be close if we wanted it, because our friendship was rock solid. Supergrover’s answer was to sweep it all under the rug. Mine was to work through it so the bad feelings got light to them and disappeared. She also has privacy concerns about my blog, and so do I. She did not see the ways in which I was trying to protect her and thought I was attacking her. The arc has been my romantic feelings and my process in getting rid of them so that we could relax into something easy and free. It’s not easy and free when the other person hates conflict.
    • Bryn has the most beautiful arc now, because we’ve known each other since 1997. I went to Portland before she met Dave to officiate at her wedding. Thus, the nickname “Rev. Argo.” It is the perfect representation of me and I love it so much. My two special interests are intelligence and theology. I would design a tattoo that said it, but I trust VERY few people with fonts. For instance, even basic ones. How do I know you’re going to recreate the ascenders and serifs perfectly? I do know that it’s a tattoo worth having because it’s a two word LDB (Lanagan Daily Briefing) on who I am as a person. That requires a special skill, like a Japanese writer who uses special ink and brushes.
  5. Are there any memorable quotes or dialogues from the characters?
    • “My favorite comment was ‘I didn’t know the writer was gay until the end'” -on my marriage article.
    • “Painting my feelings as fact” -from Supergrover.
    • “As if it isn’t a wheel with many spokes,” which meant more to me than diamonds because even if she didn’t want to respond to them, she knew we had problems on both sides. It let me off the hook for everything being my fault all the time.
    • “Sometimes when we get the most angry and full of rage, we’re not even fighting with our partners. We’re fighting people who aren’t even in the room.” It was a comment on adding to the list re: my marriage article and it saved me a ton of resentment towards Dana because she didn’t hit me. She got confused and hit someone else. And I know who it is. I hope she does, too, and releases any guilt or shame. Their face got scrambled with mine, because I know that feeling so intimately. I have worn it on my skin. Most women do. We’re divorced because I don’t forget, not because I don’t forgive. She can be precious in my memories without new interaction.
    • “You’re like a 15 year old boy…………… and his mother.” Can’t remember which reader said it, but I absolutely fell apart laughing.
  6. What emotions do the characters evoke in the reader?
    • I cannot speak to that unless people comment. I can only comment on what I control, which is my half of the relationship. What I want people to pick up is how much I love the little things about the people in my life. Supergrover is the busiest person I know, and sometimes she makes the clock stop only for me. It’s the most important thing in my life, that she’s giving of her time. I have never been railing that I want more of it. I was doing two things at once. The first is that I didn’t want more time with her, I wanted more letters where she laid out her feelings so that I wasn’t wandering around in the dark all the time. The second was trying to stay grounded. Of course it wasn’t weird to hang out because we’re actually friends, not a facsimile because we connect virtually. I only wanted her time if she was available, and she never has been. That part is completely okay with me. What’s not is waffling between feeling guilty she’s not responding and thinking about me frequently, she just doesn’t have the bandwidth to reply. Completely okay. What I object to is holding all that in and exploding when it’s a two minute problem to solve. I have asked her to go and do something one time, and she said “I don’t think I’m ready quite yet, but someday, perhaps?” She was trying to stay grounded as well, we just never made time for it. Such a pity. One of the things I’ve always wanted to do is ride in her car, because I’m betting she drives like a normal person most of the time, but if I asked her to scare me, she probably would. She has the kind of engine that would be very effective at that. I think we would have had a blast together, but we just couldn’t resolve our conflicts. Those are the emotions I mean to express, but whether other people see that, I cannot say.
  7. Do the characters have distinct personalities or quirks?
    • Of course they do. I have a random collection of friends in which I know in a lot of different capacities, and I lead a life that’s different than most people by seeing more in a day than others. Public transit is the credit balance of a writer just as much as childhood. You can write about people your readers don’t know, and neither do you.
  8. Are there any romantic relationships or friendships depicted among the characters?
    • All of the above. Dana and me, me and me (it’s the stupidest thing ever that I fell in love with the character I created of Supergrover more than I fell in love with a real person. It makes me feel better that I didn’t cheat so much as develop a connection I couldn’t ignore. That information, however, did not go over well with my ex-wife…… but she knew enough to see it coming because the TARDIS had landed in the backyard. One person’s needs trumped the other, and I’m sapiosexual. Supergrover kept my mind incredibly busy, so I was ace for a long time (seven years) because I preferred it to romance. It wasn’t trying to persuade Supergrover of anything, just that I like talking to people I already know and am an introvert so it’s hard for me to make friends. I’m not shy. I have problems getting up enough energy to go out. I was incredibly devoted to her because I had the bandwidth. It was a lot, but I never meant any harm by it. I just wanted to make her feel loved and cared for whether she was my romantic partner or not. A yellow string indicating an emotional support person on the murder board of polyamory doesn’t mean less, ever. It means that they’re on the calendar because time with them is just as important as time with each other.. For instance, Bryn gets just as much airtime as Zac. It’s not about dividing my love in thirds, sixths if you count Zac, Dave, and Michael. It’s about being able to love all of your “gaang” a hundred percent. Your heart doesn’t get smaller the more people you meet. Your bandwidth does.
    • Zac and I have been dating over a year, my one red string. I am no opposed to the idea of having different partners, they just have to appeal to my brain and also be wired for polyamory because Zac and I are close enough that it’s not worth going through the trauma of breaking up with him. I want to help him be his best self, and I can’t imagine not being at his side when he asks for it.
  9. How does the author describe the physical appearance of the characters?
    • In very vague terms and not because I want to. I have 2D vision and cannot place an object or person in its environment. Therefore, my creativity does not come across in physical description. It is easier to discuss what they wear than their faces. The most recent example is seeing Zac all dressed up in his formal uniform for a promotion ceremony with a fresh haircut and Rivers Cuomo glasses. It’s the most beautiful picture of 😉 I’ve ever seen.
  10. Are there any character-driven plot twists or surprises?
    • Not on purpose. Because I’m writing about real life, if they happen, they are completely organic. I have not made up a story, I am writing the one that’s already in front of me by looking at the past. Past determines future. If you don’t reflect on yourself, here’s the motto you live by:
      • If you always do what you always have, you always get what you’ve already got. It is the only thing I have ever remembered from a company training video which empathized moving quickly.
      • The biggest plot twist in the whole show is that in season 23 I learned that I’m autistic and the way I’ve walked in the world all this time is a lie. I have always needed special accommodations to succeed and called myself a dumbass instead. I’m completely done with that. I’m not dumb, you don’t understand my disabilities.
  11. What cultural backgrounds or identities do the characters represent?
    • Lindsay and I are mostly of Irish and English blood. All Europe, all the time. I think Zac is the same, although he got the redhead gene and I’m jealous. Supergrover is a minority, but I don’t think she would call herself that because she’s biracial, white and Latina. Most of my friends are white, because my black friends have moved away and we haven’t kept in touch. Because Hayat had so many rooms, I have shared space with a Cameroonian, a Liberian, and a Nigerian. The funniest part of this is that the Cameroonian invited his mother to stay with us. She didn’t speak any English at all and fell over laughing when I said “francaise c’nest pas comfortable pour moi” (French is not comfortable for me, one of the only sentences I can put together because of Michel Thomas). So, we spoke in hand gestures and fed me until I exploded. I loved her. She could have lived with us forever. Franklin was my housemate, and in retrospect I fell in love with him and wanted to marry him, I just couldn’t say it. We had a lot of chemistry, but he was determined to marry an African woman……………. who steamrolled all over him. The match wasn’t hard to see. He’s a doctor. We could have crushes, but it was inappropriate on multiple levels to act. I do wish I’d said my piece, though, and not because I wanted the answer that he loved me, too. I wanted the answer that he heard me when I said she was emotionally beating him up and I was trying to stop that. Realizing I loved him was just a side effect. I just didn’t have any jealousy, so him making a choice wasn’t my call. It never was, so even more reason not to tell him.
  12. Do the characters have unique hobbies, interests, or passions?
    • Supergrover and I both like to read and write.
    • Zac and I both love fictional spies, and he was going to go with me to the Mendez lecture and got TDY (temporary duty).
    • Bryn likes to garden, be “witchy” (she is weird in the most wonderful of ways), and work with dogs. She also likes house sitting for people with kids when parents need a break, so that is a thing you know now…………. Bryn doesn’t want to adopt, I don’t think, but I’ve told her I’d have a kid with her any time she wanted. It’s not about the whole fairy tale romance of bonding over the baby. It’s that I can be a decent coparent whether we’re involved or not. Plus, she has a boyfriend now. Many hands make light work, especially if we lived together. That would be infinitely possible because Dave’s house is huge. This is not a reality in any way, shape, or form. This is just saying that if Bryn wants kids, don’t let being single stop her. She’s not now, but it was the thought that counted at the time….. one I actually meant. I feel like I’m too old to be a biological parent, but still young enough to coparent a kid that didn’t come out of me. It is fun to dream whether it comes true or not, like inviting Supergrover to spend time with me in Viet Nam. If she doesn’t have the bandwidth, cool. But I wasn’t wrong for asking. Trying to stay grounded, remember?
  13. Are there any character arcs that stand out?
    • Yes, but only within me. I feel that because our relationship has always been virtual, it allowed us to say things to each other that we wouldn’t have told anyone else, then got mad we did it on both sides. The arc has been how to come down from autistic meltdown and burnout to allow myself to move past all of it. Whether she comes back is not up to me. Whether she’s changed her behavior is up to me. I have to think about what I will tolerate as a blogger and as a human.
    • Dana went from my favorite person in the entire world bar none to the one that hurt me the most, because even though I’ve had big emotional fights with people, I’ve never been hit until she did it. I had a black eye and phantom pain for weeks. As I have said before, I have forgiven her and that has come to comfort me. However, it is interesting to note that when I said I had “phantom pain,” my nerves started to burn in that part of my face. I found out why you never hit a girl with glasses because it wasn’t the hit that fucked me up. It was my glasses smashing into my face.
    • Zac has gone from a casual friend to my favorite ally in life. Because we have a special niche instead of relying on each other for everything, I can see this relationship long, long into the future. We just really don’t have much to fight about because we work hard at staying on the same page. He’s only been a bad hinge once in our entire relationship, and that’s not bad. It was just growing pains. By “being a good hinge,” it’s protecting me by not telling me about problems in any of his other relationships except for the barest minimum. So far, he hasn’t even asked me opinions when the issue has to do with me, because he knows that’s not my business to handle. It’s his. What his other partners think of me is none of my business, because I get to date him whether anyone else likes it or not. No one gets veto power. We just go parallel and stay out of each other’s way. Nothing matters except that Zac and I are solid. Anything other than that is above my pay grade.
  14. How do the characters interact with each other?
    • I have traditionally kept up with Supergrover through Gmail, because it catalogues conversations just like instant messages and it’s easier for her to get e-mail on the go. She can pick it up on her laptop or her phone that way (as opposed to using iMessage or SMS). When we’re both online at the same time, e-mails fly fast and furious. When we’re not, I write long letters because I like to imagine that she puts down her favorite novel to read me. I am not wrong.
  15. Are there any morally ambiguous or complex characters?
    • Everyone in the world, no matter who I write about- from Margaret Cho to Bryn and Zac is morally ambiguous. It’s human nature. To exclude anyone from this is devaluing what the meaning of “human” is in the first place.
  16. What motivates the characters’ actions and decisions?
    • I can only speak for my motivations in writing, because I am not responsible for anyone else’s reaction. What motivates my actions and decisions is reading my own blog and picking out the things I need to rethink. I need my own character to grow and change more than the proverbial “them.”
  17. Do the characters face external obstacles or internal struggles?
    • Yes, but only with me. Anything else is hearsay and useless. I only want to write about how I handle a situation, not how someone else is handling theirs. I call people out on behavior when it hurts me, but that is not a way to “get back at them.” It’s being able to remind myself long after I’ve supposedly forgotten why reaching out is a bad idea. If they’ve hurt me badly, there’s no chance in taking another risk. They become memories as I gain empathy and remember people fondly again once the anger has passed.
  18. Are there any character-driven conflicts or rivalries?
    • One that’s really cute:
      • I talked to Jonna Mendez at the release of “In True Face,” and I told her that one day I’d write something as good as she did. She deadass looked me in the face and said, “it’s good you’re still workin’ on that. There was a gleam in her eyes. I said, “I’m going to be laughing about that for three years,” because she didn’t know I spoke “migroaggression” and nearly spit out her water. She teased me as a writer. I would follow that woman into the ocean no questions asked. I think her employees felt the same way.
    • One that was really obnoxious:
      • The man I wanted to marry spun out on his own after I went to bed and thought I was being a hardass for not responding. So, he broke up with me while I was asleep. It was the most nonsensical thing I’d ever been through, which is why I shut him down when he said maybe later in life we could try again. No one gets over that kind of anger and abandonment in a short period of time, enough to end a relationship in two hours because he was so mad that he told me he goes off the grid when he’s in the middle of something and not to worry if he disappears. Then, he exploded at me for not contacting him for a whole day. I pointed out his hypocrisy without saying he was a bad person, and he tried to hit me emotionally with a sniper bullet, saying he was a better writer than me, that if I kept writing about him he was going to create a blog specifically designed to take me down (why would I care? Everyone is allowed to tell their story), and he was doing me a favor by not posting it on my blog. That’s the only reason I posted it on my blog. I don’t give a fuck how I come off in his letter, because I know what’s truth and so do you if you’ve been reading what I’ve been saying. Because he and Supergrover have so much in common, I’m betting he took a whole lot of offense at nothing. I was showing why I didn’t want the same toxic cycle with Daniel I’d already been living for 10 years. His behavior came off like an angry little boy, and he got mad that I told him that. He extrapolated that into namecalling, but that’s not what I meant. It never is. Someone’s self-esteem tells them what they hear. Someone’s self-esteem being in the trash basket tells them you mean they’re a piece of shit whether or not it’s true.
  19. How does the author create empathy or connection with the characters?
    • By being as organic as I can possibly be. Telling you what grew out of what even if correlation is not causation because I hold no authority over what someone is really thinking, but I do hold authority over trying to figure out what went wrong. I know that by doing so, people come out of the woodworks to tell me stories that they were thinking of as they read. I don’t create empathy or connection for my characters. They write their own, because my observations give you a view into their lives when I am able to see it. What they are is what they are. If you have gone through something similar to them, you will feel empathy and you will feel heard.
  20. Which character resonates with you the most, and why?
    • Supergrover, because half this blog is just ripping her off blind. Because she’s a 3D character. She is present whether we’re in each other’s lives, or a ghost that comes to sit with me when I need her the most.

The Long Awaited FAQ

~ Leslie Lanagan ~ 11 Comments

I asked Copilot to search my web site and ask me 20 questions regarding what it read. I absolutely cannot believe that I thought to do this. I don’t have to search through my old crap, Copilot will. I’m thinking that the “FAQ” will not be any of your questions, but what a machine’s idea of good questions might be. If there is a question that you would like included, please leave it in the comments or join the fray on Facebook. It would be really great if you showed up because I’m meeting all these cool new authors. We’re a fun bunch. Come join us.

  1. What event led you to start your blog, and how has your vision for it evolved over time?
    • In the 90’s, I was working on a project for my mom at Kinko’s, and a boy in my Class at Clements was working there. He sat and talked with me the entire time I worked, and because neurodivergent people pick someone they like, we were inseparable for years. Shortly after that first meeting, Luke approached me and said that he and his friend Joe were starting a web server called “Darkstar,” and did I want an account? Of course I did. I learned everything from day one on how to code my own pages, then later how to install WordPress on a server (or a local computer where it refers back to localhost rather than sending a call out to a server. It’s done so that you can perfect everything before it goes live. I wouldn’t know that if I hadn’t sat there and done it, becoming better at HTML, CSS, and creative writing all at once. This culminated in my perfect job that I never should have left at University of Houston. I was a reporter for Information Technology Daily News, and it was my job to update it every day. So, the combination of those things made it where I was already used to a publication schedule, I was already used to coming up with X number of words by deadline, and I realized that I had something to say. I have never regretted the decision to start writing. I have regretted the number of people I’ve let get in the way of an authentic dream….. I don’t want to be famous. I want to be respected. I know beyond a shadow of a doubt that I have already achieved that goal. It’s a good place to be when all your goals have been met and money would just be nice. I’m going to be a writer whether I make money at it or not. So…. what was the event that started my blog? Someone asked me to, and the rest was history.
  2. How do you choose the topics for your posts, and is there a theme you find yourself returning to often?
    • I don’t really choose a topic, because I am a gardener. I start at one place and just let whatever flows through me spill onto the page. That is because this is designed to be a series of rough drafts. Not that I am going to make a book out of my blog (I would if someone asked me, but I don’t want to put effort into self publishing. What I mean is that I repeat lines and themes a lot. This is my notebook. I might not refer to it for anything more than a half a line that would fit perfectly into a fictional scene. The diarist in me is not meant to be published. This is a repository where I can feed my fictional ideas. No character is borne from the ground up. Most of them are different aspects of your own personality rather than taking the piss out of someone else. While writing fiction, you literally get lost in characterization, and you really only find pieces of your friends in retrospect. When I’m writing about Carol, for instance, she is mostly me. She’s also a lot of other people. So, I write the character forwards, and only see my friends’ quirks when I read back. That’s because I’m not thinking about “this character has to be a perfect representation of Bryn.” It’s that Bryn probably crossed my mind that day so some of her personality leaked into someone else’s. It’s never a 1:1 ratio with fiction, because you’re going so fast that you’re just trying to make it sound good on the first pass. You’re not thinking about every piece of information it took to create the story, you’re thinking about getting the story out. So, a character written by me would naturally have tiny characteristics of Supergrover, Bryn, Zac, my dad, Lindsay, David, Oliver, who is a dog, Jack (who is also a dog) and me. I don’t fit the narrative with the personality in mind. I write and the character tells me who they are. You can only write from your own experience, and who I’ve talked to that day is important. In terms of theme, it’s changed over the years, but not at its core. You have to write the book you want to read when you don’t see it on the shelf. I had very unique problems, some of them oddly specific. It’s been a wild literary ride, but I like where I’ve ended up in all cases. I don’t dive deep to alienate people who aren’t like me. I dive deep and they naturally come to my mind, like they’re sitting with me while I’m writing. I am telling the people in my life what I need them to hear, because if they’re not listening, someone will. I don’t need attention, I need empathy. Whether that comes from friends or readers is of no matter. One feeds the other. I count on you when I need to retreat.
  3. Can you share the story behind the name “theantileslie”?
    • My friend Chason named himself “theantichason,” being one of the people that’s been on the net as long or longer than me despite being younger. I thought that was a cool nickname so I asked him if I could steal it and he said yes. I’d broken up with Meagan and I needed to get rid of my old user id, “wingnut9.” The fact that there have been eight wingnuts before me helps a lot. I liked the nickname, but also thought it was condescending because in Canada they use it interchangeably with idiot. I have been theantileslie on both my blogs now. The old one is called “Clever Title Goes Here,” and is searchable on the Wayback Machine. I have changed my display name to Leslie D. Lanagan, however, because I want to get my name out there. So, hopefully the comments will introduce me a little better.
    • I use the theantileslie.com because it’s easier to type (and remember off the top of your head) than the site title. Having a URL that is easy to type and easy to remember is one of the most important features you can give to your web site.
  4. What has been the most surprising or unexpected response to one of your blog posts?
    • I don’t remember exactly, but the marriage article I wrote years ago took about an hour to write, if that. I had so much to say on the subject that it just spilled out. Then, Martina Navratilova tweeted it from a friend, then Margaret Cho retweeted her. My stats took off in a very big way. I’m not that polished a writer every day, but that’s the point. Sometimes things some out great on the first try. Sometimes I have to keep workshopping an idea until it’s perfect. This is one of the ones where everything flowed onto the page from one word to the next. More important, though, were the people that took the time to comment, because they all told me what a brilliant list it was. It’s sad that the marriage ended, but it was so much fun when it was good.
  5. How does your environment in Silver Spring influence your writing?
    • When it’s really nice, I like to take the train around and just write. I will choose a random stop, generally Dupont Circle, then just get out and move. Sometimes I’ll have a coffee, sometimes I just want some random social interaction because it’s been too long since I’ve talked to anyone. I love downtown Silver Spring and all it has to offer, but I also like sitting in front of paintings while I write.
  6. You’ve mentioned audio storytelling. What are the challenges and rewards of this medium compared to writing?
    • My biggest challenge with audio storytelling is that I do not have experience as an editor. If I make a mistake, I generally have to go all the way back to the beginning. It’s not always mistakes, though. Sometimes I realize that the emotions that were there when I wrote the piece in complete isolation get forty times bigger when I hit the red button. I hate it when I am too emotional to continue, which I sometimes am. Supergrover’s entries were so deeply personal that I could not speak them all the time. So, I didn’t record them for a reason. I could not dive back into the wreck without my voice breaking. And yet, some of that I left in, because I wanted her to be able to hear my emotions. All the conversations I wanted to have and didn’t. She is not responsible for responding, but I am responsible for getting my feelings out so they can pass. Feelings are a transitive state. I’ve been all over the place this year, mostly about her….. again, monotropic thought process. Make no mistake. I am happy with the outcome, but that doesn’t mean I don’t also hurt every single day. I just manage it. I put on the gangster rap and get it handled.
  7. How do you balance personal storytelling with privacy concerns on your blog?
    • It’s an evolving process, and it’s different for each person. I cannot write anything about Supergrover and Lindsay that would get them into hot water, so I agonize over how to tell stories without telling them. It would be better if I didn’t write about anyone at all. However, because this is my driving passion in life, I stopped accepting nasty criticism because my friends are always perfect and I’m the asshole who wasn’t silent about it. I also got a boyfriend who could care less that I write about him (within reason), and a best friend who cares even less than that. Daniel told me that I could say anything I wanted about him, but that’s never true during blowback. What he meant was that I could write anything nice about him, and the same became true of Supergrover as well. It was too easy to do the wrong thing, because if I expressed a need, they’d shut down. So, I’d go off on my own to write about why I’m frustrated and calm myself down, and every bit of vitriol you can possibly imagine has come at me because I’m a writer and typing is how I stim. Things will change as I get more popular, because I’ll need more intensive discussions with Zac and Bryn as the web site gets bigger. The easy answer about balance is to make friends who don’t give a shit you’re a blogger, and I don’t give a shit if they’re fans. Zac gets it. He tells me when it’s off the record. Bryn would, too, if she wanted me to keep something tight. She just never has before.
    • The worst blowback I’ve gotten in recent memory was when I cut Sam out of my life and my friend Dan told me that my blog made me sound like a dick and looked scandalized when I said that was the point. She was angry that I’d written about a relationship that ended in the worst way possible. She had never even met Sam. I don’t think she was mad about Sam. I think she was wondering if she was going to be next. She wouldn’t have been if she’d expressed her concerns once. We had a good discussion and I thought the matter was closed. Then she kept bringing it up and it made me feel like this woman she’d never met was more important than me. It was not the only thing wrong in our relationship. It was, however, the moment I realized that our problems were large and I did not want to solve them. If we have to have the same fight three times because you think you can change my mind with different words, telling me over and over that I don’t understand when I very much do and just disagree…. Blowback is relentless. Get a thick skin or get out.
  8. What role does humor play in your storytelling, and how do you weave it into serious topics?
    • I think I have a unique way of saying things, because I’ve always been kind of punk. The humor is sharper, edgier for me than it is for someone like David Sedaris because he never worked for anyone like Anthony Bourdain, and I’ve worked for several. A lot of the things I say are designed to be a pressure release valve on horrible topics. My level of humor greatly depends on my mood when I’m writing. If I feel funny, I am. It’s my inner monologue. I put in jokes when I need a break from the heaviness. I also have a “read it or don’t” attitude so that people who vibe with me come along and the ones that don’t just ignore me altogether. I have covered some really serious shit over the years, but I’ve always tried to include at least a bit of humor, or at least light at the end of the tunnel. It often takes dark jokes to make me laugh, because words have to cut deep before I start feeling.
  9. Could you describe a particularly memorable interaction with a reader that impacted you?
    • My eighth grade teacher telling me that she could tell I was being abused and didn’t say anything. She didn’t know how, but she knew something was up.
  10. How has your writing process changed since you first began blogging?
    • I make an effort to write before I do anything else. Last night was unusual as I just happened to be up when the prompt came out. Normally, I wake up at 5:30, check my tablet for the writing prompt, and think about it for the length of a shower. Once I have a jumping off point, I make myself a mug of coffee and a large glass of ice water with lemon. That early schedule has only begun to change, because I’m trying to go to bed and get up at the same time as David, but my body clock gets up at 0530. Even if I stay up later, I will still wake up that early. The one thing that’s changed relatively recently is not taking a break if I can help it. I need a body of work from which to draw, no matter what purpose. I must have had a hell of a lot of content for Copilot to be able to ask these questions.
  11. What advice would you give to someone interested in starting their own personal blog?
    • Only go into it if you’re prepared to be dedicated. I think you’ll rise in popularity because there are fewer and fewer of us, but it takes a mountain of work to get noticed.
    • Never take a day off. Ever. Don’t let more than 24 hours go without updating your content. I set the bar at “never” so that if I miss one or two days, I don’t beat myself up over it. People will not come back to a web site that does not change frequently. It was drilled into my head at University of Houston, so if I go to my blog and I’m like, “this is old. This blogger sucks,” I post. Nothing makes me post faster than getting bored of the current entry.
  12. How do you handle writer’s block, especially when dealing with personal stories?
    • The most profound things come out of me when I have writer’s block because I have made a commitment to use ANYTHING as a jumping off point. It doesn’t have to be good. It has to be written down. As I relax into the rhythm, the subject will get deeper and deeper. The best way to stop writer’s block is to ignore it. Your brain is overwhelmed, so write about nothing until you’ve got the faucet started. I don’t sing in front of a crowd until I’ve warmed up, either.
  13. What’s the most important lesson you’ve learned from maintaining your blog?
    • The more I write, the more I know myself and I am comfortable being me.
    • Creating a web site isn’t nearly as annoying as maintaining it.
    • Angels should have come down from heaven with herald trumpets when they deprecated the blink tag.
    • WordPress is not the same as it was when I started using it, and I have not liked any of the modern changes because they appeal to lay people and not web developers.
  14. How do you see your blog evolving in the next five years?
    • I will get the rising creator status and will start being paid from Facebook directly. I may also move to Substack, but I need to research that more closely. I am looking into an open source content management system that’s open source, so I don’t have to pay for things like web stats plugins. I have more and more reach every day, and I don’t see my engagement going down. It’s nice that I’m only now getting juice because I don’t think I would have been able to handle it early on. I needed to get to a place where I could write 5,000 words in any weather or mood. I’m ready to take it to the next level, but that’s not up to me. That’s up to you. I’ll be grateful for every share and like along the way.
  15. What’s your favorite post that you’ve written, and why does it stand out to you?
    • I feel that it is too private to share with the class.
  16. How do you incorporate feedback from your readers into your writing?
    • I interact with them in the comments. I am often surprised at how wise I sound when people pick out snippets and tell me what they liked. That’s because now that it’s already out of me, I’m just talking to people and reading their comments. My entries all run together, so when people quote me, I often don’t know it’s me. I think I’m amazing when I think I’m someone else. It’s what helped me to have self-confidence…. thinking someone wrote a really great line and realizing it was me. I also get mad and sound like a dick. See above.
  17. Have you ever considered compiling your blog posts into a book? If so, what would that look like?
    • I haven’t. I think it would make a very good book once it was edited, but I do not think I would like to take on the project of deciding which entries should make the cut. Therefore, I would rather have a company approach me and say they want to do it.
  18. What’s the most challenging aspect of sharing your life online, and how do you manage it?
    • I feel that is too private to share with the class.
  19. How do you decide which life experiences to share and which to keep private?
    • I don’t. These stories come to me when they come to me. I only need a writing prompt when I can’t think of a jumping off point. Most of the time, I can.
  20. What impact do you hope your blog has on readers, and what do you want them to take away from it?
    • I hope that women will realize that being emotionally abused in childhood is just as valid as being physically/sexually abused. You develop the same PTSD reflexes. When it comes to emotional abuse, women are likely to say “it’s not that bad” all too often.
    • I hope that I am teaching people how to live their lives, whether it’s through what I have done, or what I have left undone. Sometimes, survival is seeing what you wouldn’t do, too.
    • I hope that telling my story, just the way it is with the mundane and not so mundane details of my life, will encourage others to believe that you don’t have to be a genius writer to create a journal that is valuable to you. Writing is a form of prayer. The way I see it is that I will never know if God is listening, but I’ll always know that you are.

I told you I love writing in museums. 😉

Blog is My Copilot

~ Leslie Lanagan ~ Leave a comment

Today I decided to do a short question and answer regarding the death of my mother. I couldn’t think of anything to do with one of the prompts, but I can combine all of them. This will probably make you laugh, cry, and get angry. My mother is dead. She will not know I said these things. Keep this in mind, that I am just a child reflecting on her parent’s entire life, and that little moments do not define a lifetime. There are times when she was wonderful to me and times that she was just plain terrible. What kind of child doesn’t say that about their parents, especially after they die? I am not out to get her. I am out to illustrate her. By the end, she will be a 3D character to you, and hopefully you’ll learn more about me as you read.

I’m sorry to hear about your loss. Here are 10 thoughtful questions a friend might ask to learn more about your mother and her passing, which you can use for your personal blog prompt:

  1. Can you share some of your favorite memories with your mother?
    • I think I turned nine the year she threw me a Peter Pan birthday party with tons of activities in our backyard. There must have been a hundred people at my house for that one, because it was a tiny town. If there was something to do, people came. I was not popular in school, and I struggled against my mother being more popular than me (she was the music teacher, the fun one. I have been a 90 year old autistic man for like, 46 years. That tracks. I am 46 years old. I knew the smash hit “Get Off My Lawn” by the time I was seven.). Therefore, I was a lot more relaxed with her when we were just out in the backyard having fun. My grandparents, both sets, also lived close at that time and she was more relaxed in her comfort zone than she was when she was trying to make me into the perfect child. I didn’t get it. She could talk to me about being good because of my dad’s job all she wanted, but it didn’t mean I wasn’t just going to sit there and be weird, anyway. I found Daniel and I was fine. Neurodivergent people travel in packs. If you’re an introvert, they’re just smaller.
    • She thought I was a great singer and often gave me solos in things. She would laugh until she cried when she told the story about how I was too shy to sing with the choir, but as they were leaving the stage, I decided what the people really needed was a solo.
    • We were a team. She was my accompanist no matter whether I was singing or playing my horn. She learned monster orchestra reductions (piano accompaniments) just to take me to contests. Then, because she was already accompanying me, she accompanied all my friends as well. The only person she never played for, I don’t think, was Ryan Darlington (he’s a tuba player). It’s not that she wouldn’t have done it, we just went to different middle schools. We both ended up at PVA, but he went to Johnston and I went to Clements. Johnston was the performing arts middle school and I didn’t get it. I got into Clements and we marinaded and grilled their asses at contest. It was memorable because I was the trumpet soloist that helped get them there. I played the opening trumpet call in the “Dances With Wolves” score. I auditioned for PVA when I was at the absolute top of my game. My mother played for me at that audition, too.
    • At HSPVA, I was a trumpet player. At Clements, I was in Varsity Band and Varsity Choir at the same time, which I loved.
      • Let me take a quick break to tell you how I did it. I sang for the choir director and she put me in junior varsity. I said, “are you sure? I’ve been doing things like the Messiah for five years now.” She said, “Ok. Prove it.” She played the first four measures in front of a monster exposed lick, I believe trying to prove to me that I couldn’t handle it when I’d had in memorized since I was 12. Please. My opera voice flipped on. Case closed (link is to a humorous clip from one of my voice lessons).
    • In short, I would not be the person that I am today without the grand piano she bought to put in our apartment after my parents’ divorce. That’s because as long as it was there, she always had a way to draw me in. Draw me closer. Test out anthems she wanted to use with her choir and wanting to play for me because she could hear how it would sound at choir practice. I was part of the vetting process for the programming when she was a choir director/organist. I asked her to leave me her piano in her will, and she did. Now, it’s at my sister’s house and David’s house just isn’t big enough. But when I’m at Lindsay’s, I get really quiet and let my mom speak through the chords. It what she did when she was alive and it worked. Why stop now?
  2. How has your mother’s life influenced the person you are today?
    • A tape runs in my head that I should be the perfect person all the time because people are always watching. This was true when I was a preacher’s kid, but now I can’t turn it off and I have massive self esteem issues at making any mistakes. I have chided myself for not achieving perfection instead of taking the W at excellence. I’m the person that absolutely is driven to get an A+ on everything and a body/brain that just won’t have it. I can either accept my fate or die thinking I’m the worst person that ever lived. I choose acceptance.
    • I work with children much easier because I am social masking her, an elementary and middle school choir director for all of her career, except for the time she took off from work until Lindsay and I were old enough to fend for ourselves. I’ve picked up more, noticed more than she ever imagined. She was a saint and also tough as nails. Strict disciplinarian who hid all her feelings because she thought she wasn’t enough, either. It is the plight of women most of the time. Because I needed to break free from that pattern, I see it for what it is. However, I do not think of her as a bad parent, but an overly fearful and depressed one. Her whole life depended on what other people thought. I was basically Chelsea Clinton on a very small scale.
    • She is the person that convinced me it was better to hide my every need than to display it. It’s part of the reason Lindsay is so outgoing and free, while I hide in the shadows. She doesn’t worry about what people think of her to the extent that I do, and it’s a problem. It’s only now by convincing myself I am a good writer who has something to say that I really value myself as an asset and ally. Again, I mean to come off as confident, not arrogant. Someone has to tell me I’m pretty every day. It might as well be me. I got well when I realized that not saying anything left me angry and resentful all the time. When I began to express needs, no one liked it because I was so angry. So, so angry. I apologize for that, but I cannot apologize for the ways I’ve felt ignored by people who’ve said they loved me. It is on them to apologize to me if they feel bad about it. But if they don’t, I’m not waiting around for an apology. Sometimes you have to create your own closure, and I’m at peace with it.
    • She is the one that taught me how to treat a wife/husband, basically doing everyone’s emotional work for them and taking all their bad behavior because if I don’t, those people will leave. It took me a very long time to come to the realization that if they leave because you have emotional needs, you’re better off without that person in your life. Be careful in deciding the line where someone else is “needy” and you’re refusing to talk. A mind will only accept that of course you’re too tired to talk for so many days/weeks/years. However long it takes for someone to realize they’re unhappy. But because they’ve been unhappy for a very long time, you’re not going to like it very much. Have clear boundaries on what’s too much so that fights like these don’t come up. Work smarter, not harder.
    • She taught me that jokes were funnier when you didn’t see them coming, like her making a really sharp comment when she was normally so happy go lucky. I have a feeling that she was probably also autistic because the tapes that ran in her head were that she had to act completely normal all the time, too. It’s called social masking. Because of my family, I have both male and female sets….. as in, what a man would generally say and what a woman would. The female set is unsure and cautious. The male one walks in the world knowing that no one is better than me and no one is worse, either. It’s very important to make that distinction, because basically seeing the way I write convinced me that I had a man’s confidence online, so go with it. Be confident all the time, because it’s not all about you. It’s a survival manual for someone else.
  3. What were some of the values and lessons she instilled in you?
    • If you can’t say anything nice, don’t say anything at all. I didn’t say anything for 35 years.
    • Be kind to everyone, no matter what they do to you. This has had enormous positive and negative affects, because I tend to overestimate the good in people and stop standing up for myself when I feel bullied. On the flip side, everyone is more open and caring with me because I am open and caring with them. It’s a mixed bag, as parental lessons often are.
    • Be subservient to your partner. Whatever they want to do, you want to do. What you want to do/eat is not up to you, because you have to watch your weight and not seem like a pig (I wasn’t on Adderall til college and had the normal appetite of a teenager), and also his choice of restaurant is always better than yours. I wasn’t raised to be queer. Neither are other women. We’ll talk for an hour about what to do for dinner because neither of us wants to assert an opinion that might offend the other. Same for dating. Lesbians take FOREVER to admit that they like someone because God forbid someone rejects them. it’s systemic, but my personal experience is unique and universal. One of the things I like about men is that they’re direct. It’s easy to ask them out because it’s a yes or no question to them. It’s especially fun when you don’t care about the answer and neither do they, because it’s no harm, no foul. With a woman, you’ll waste years pining over her until someone finally admits feelings and then spend the first four months of dating EXCLAIMING over how much we didn’t see it. Yes we did. We were just ostriches about it. If I don’t tell you I like you, then I don’t risk abandonment. It’s intrinsic to who women are as people. If we are not perfect, our husbands will leave. Flat out. This is changing as gender roles decrease. That information was useless to me then.
    • My mother’s narrative was never how hard it was for me that I was queer. It was always how embarrassing it was to tell people I was queer. She couldn’t empathize, which is the root of why we had a sometimes terrible relationship. Later in her life, she wouldn’t let anyone get away with a homophobic comments, but she never told me that. I heard it at her funeral, because all of the sudden she was now the cool mom and not the rejected one. She could play up that card instead of being embarrassed, all the while being completely disinterested in hearing how Meagan, Kathleen, or Dana & I were doing. I am glad that she came to peace about it. I am not glad she never told me.
  4. How do you cope with the grief and keep her memory alive?
    • I have fallen in love with everything Dia de los Muertos and I actually visit cemeteries a lot for the peace and quiet, yet feeling surrounded. The most profound place I’ve ever felt peace is at a neighborhood for the dead in Paris. It’s called Pere LaChaisse (sp?), and it’s got more famous artists of every discipline that you could possibly imagine. If you cannot travel to Paris, there are the same type cemeteries in New Orleans. See them before you die, because it’s an experience in and of itself. In DC, I have now been to sit with Gore Vidal. Good talk.
    • I wear an ichthus necklace every day now, because the necklace she actually gave me came apart in a million pieces. I got it at the funeral home, and the inside of the fish is filled with her fingerprint. I don’t like how I got it, but I do like that it was possible to create and a powerful remembrance to have my mother’s fingerprint on my heart every day.
    • Lindsay and I FaceTime at my mother’s grave when I’m not in town, or visit together when I am. It makes us feel closer to her even though we know she’s not really there. The idea is fun. We sit and talk to her, sometimes eat, sometimes drink coffee. It’s a safe space to get away from it all, and we do.
    • Stories come up at random times, and I never know whether they’re going to be good or bad. Some of them are still so painful that I blank out, like seeing her in her coffin. What is really bad is that because it’s the last image I have of her, it’s the one that’s stuck. My mother got sick and died in about 30 minutes flat. I wore this look of abject shock, like I was high on Oxycodone and completely sober. It was more than a year of magical thinking, because it was so unbelievable.
    • I know for sure that she got the death she wanted, because she did not want to be in pain and she did not want Lindsay and I to end up taking care of her for years on end. She didn’t know it was coming, but she would have been pleased with the result. It gives me complete peace. I don’t have to worry that there are things she would have wanted that she didn’t get, because I know for sure that given the choice between dying quickly or it being a long, drawn out process she would have chosen to go out exactly the same way.
    • Other people keep her alive for me. She was such a public figure that people tell me all the time how much I remind them of her. It’s irritating until you realize that it’s the only way to keep your mother alive long after she’s dead.
  5. Were there any traditions or hobbies she passed down to you?
    • Make a big deal out of people’s birthdays.
    • Love people until they just can’t stand it. Make it weird. So many people are hurt in the world. See it.
    • If you are a teacher and you don’t have money, you are responsible for finding it. She taught me that people will support a valuable cause. For instance, she dated a judge after the divorce that was pretty wealthy. She worked at one of the poorest schools in Fort Bend. She never asked him for money. She talked about her life, and he responded. One year he bought the entire class winter coats. You can get things if you ask for them, but only without asking directly. This is not bad advice, because it’s not one’s responsibility to respond to your needs, you’re just asking if they will. The difference is that I don’t take rejection personally and she viewed it as a flaw in her character. However, this is a new development because I finally got tired of not being heard correctly. I don’t do well when I’m talking around something and just hoping.
  6. What is the most important thing you learned from your mother?
    • I have learned many things from my mother, from the tender to the terrible. Every bit of it had to do with focusing on external validation. She was not attention-seeking in the slightest. She was just trying to take up as little space in the world as she possibly could, because someone, somewhere could be offended.
    • She gave really good hugs. I miss those the most.
    • Towards the end of her life, she enjoyed traveling and came to both Portland and DC. In fact, I also met her in Seattle and we went to the Experience Music Project before she and her husband left on an Alaskan cruise.
    • Giving birth is not for the faint of heart. It’s especially hard if you don’t tell your doctors that you are in pain. She said that she bit her pillow while everyone screamed and no one noticed that she needed medication. There’s no award for that, but if there had been, she’d have won it.
    • Own yourself, because no one else is going to do it for you. You cannot be perfect enough to please everyone all the time, and you will die mad about it. I learned that because she never did and I watched what it did to her. She was still mad at my dad at all family functions 25 years after the divorce. I realize that relationships are complicated. Being a decent coparent is not. At some point, you have to say to yourself “this doesn’t even matter anymore,” like my friends who found out they were pregnant the morning of their wedding. All of the sudden, the wedding was literally a piece of cake because there were bigger fish to fry. Like, we’re having a good time, okay, but we’re not even going to pretend that any of this is now important.
    • I am a more compassionate person than I would be otherwise, because my mother’s insistence on being polite and friendly has led me to keep going in relationships that weren’t interesting at first, but kept growing. It was a lesson to sit back and keep listening.
    • It feels excruciating that she would have treated Zac like he walks on water, because he might be a little too much for her, but he’s still a man interested in her daughter, which was infinitely more important than a woman being interested in me. It is not surprising or lost on me that I did not find complete happiness with a man until after I realized she wasn’t there to give “advice.” Even though Zac is also queer and likes me for everything I am, she would not have believed I could tell Zac I was nonbinary and have the relationship survive. Yes, I’m sure that men who like men definitely have a problem with me………. But I only know this from watching how she treated Ryan and how she treated Meagan. Oh, and also I didn’t have any agency. It was all my emotional abuser’s idea and I had been turned somehow. Meanwhile, I’d been crying alone in my room for two years. I’m just not queer enough to exclude dating men altogether. It speaks highly of Zac’s brain that it even happened in the first place, because I do have a preference for women. It gives me a little bit of clinical separation, honestly, because not every conversation digs deep. By the time I talk to Zac, I have worn myself out on my blog.
  7. How did she inspire you in your life’s pursuits and passions?
    • She loved everything I ever did in the arts, whether it was singing, playing my horn, playing the handbells, or creative writing. She also loved asking me to help her with her room when she was decorating because she knew I was creative at that, too.
    • She wouldn’t be surprised that I turned out to be a great writer, because I was already on my way in 2016. Therefore, she was invested in my talent. She still managed to bust my balls about my behavior, though. She hated my writing at times, because she thought I was harping on a point over and over. She did not realize that autistic people are governed by monotropic thought processes. It is literally not possible for us to change gears quickly, or process emotions easily. It takes time, because nine times out of ten, it’s trouble with not being able to translate neurotypical into neurodivergent or vice versa. She thought Supergrover was bad for me, that I descended into a world of pain. She wasn’t wrong. That being said, I couldn’t find a friend of mine she did like. Neurodivergent people tend to be queer and run in packs. Therefore, if she didn’t understand me, she didn’t understand them, either. So, her interest in my blog was a mixed bag.
  8. In what ways do you see your mother’s traits or characteristics in yourself?
    • I am only strong when my back is against the wall. I only use power when I need it, not because it pleases me. Just like my mother in a classroom, I walk softly and carry a big stick. I just don’t have to be as aggressive about it now, because I have friends that respect my boundaries and I don’t feel like I’m being ignored. Your voice doesn’t have to be loud if people aren’t covering it up.
    • It is easier to be honest on the internet because when I’m in front of people, I cater to the urge to be small in front of them to gain acceptance.
    • If I’m going to be a musician, be the best musician I can be. Don’t think that you’re incapable of something. Suck until you don’t. And in fact, my voice didn’t get really exceptional until I started taking private lessons every week. It was so good to learn that I was so much more capable and confident than I thought, because I had a great voice, I’d just picked up some bad habits. She helped me work through all of them by accompanying me between lessons.
    • Take the time to get in a proper warm-up, because you’ll sound better if you’re relaxed. Start a rehearsal with your vocal cords already warm. Breathe deeply. Four measures is a long time.
  9. What do you miss the most about her?
    • I miss having someone to talk to all the time. We had long, involved conversations about her life, her career, her everything because I was happy to listen to the chatter rather than tell her I wanted to talk about my life, too. I knew she wasn’t comfortable, so I just listened. The same goes for being touched. We could say a lot without saying anything, a safe person to just walk up and hug because they’re used to it. People rarely hug me anymore, and I’m so used to it I forget I need it.
  10. How would you like people to remember her?
    • As a saint, perfectly perfect in every way, because no one gets through life without making mistakes. With your parents, it’s only a different situation because your first family installs all your triggers. I hope that by not staying silent about them, you won’t, either.

We are all a little bit broken, and that’s where the light gets in.

These questions are designed to be open-ended and reflective, allowing you to share personal stories and feelings about your mother. They can help readers understand her impact on your life and the legacy she leaves behind.

Jesus as CEO

~ Leslie Lanagan ~ Leave a comment

Are you a leader or a follower?

It’s the title of a book I read long ago, and I think I left it at my dad’s house and it just kind of stayed there. I am positive that I could lay my hands on it if I was there. It was a book that applied the lessons of Christ to managing large organizations. I had to vet it before I actually spent money on it, though. I read quite a bit in Barnes & Noble, because I wanted to make sure I wasn’t going to have to sit through an entire book full of wackadoodle bass ackwards theology. I wanted to make sure they were scholarly about it.

Unsurprisingly, it was a fascinating exploration of the INFJ personality when it comes to being in charge. That is, in order for Jesus to be a good leader, he had to be vulnerable. That he drew people in by making them listen harder to him, not by making his voice louder. It’s basically the law of attraction. Don’t spend any time trying to impress other people. Learn to be impressive to yourself, and your honesty will flatten people because it’s so rare.

I hear it all the time. “Your candor and honesty…..” I have a lot of candor and honesty these days, because I have given myself the confidence to believe that I communicate my ideas well and I am old enough to have an opinion. Old(er) women are powerful, fierce dragons because they’ve had all the fun they can take.

It’s just one of the reasons I think Hillary Clinton would have made a fantastic president. All her fucks slid off about 30 years ago. It’s not her fault that America watched her get up on a televised debate and call him a Russian asset to his face…….. and still thought the guy wearing ten tons of makeup and a suit that still managed to look cheap while expensive carried the day.

I will never forgive the American people for the 2016 election, or at the very least, I cannot see forgiveness yet. That’s because the facts were all there. The former Secretary of State who has known Vladimir Putin for years is telling everyone in the entire country that there is going to be massive trouble if Trump is elected.

She has not been wrong about that.

What we did, paraphrasing David Sedaris, is hear the flight attendant say the meals available are Salisbury steak and chicken covered in broken glass, and stopping to ask how the chicken is prepared.

The choice was clear, and we fumbled. it wasn’t a personality contest. We let Russia walk in the front door and extort the Ukrainians, then after Trump left office the Republicans were so concerned about the Ukrainians. It was sickening.

If it wasn’t high crimes and misdemeanors, we are going to have a hell of a time defining it in the future.

We’re facing a time in which we’ need to eat Salisbury steak out of necessity, not because it’s our first choice. For people that object to that statement, do you really want to take the risk that January 6th will happen again? Do you want to embolden white supremacists? FBI is already getting chatter that Pride parades are going to be attacked this year. That is not unusual, and what I am trying to prevent is the country being once again, buried in regret. A good episode of Saturday Night Live does not kiss an election and make it all better.

Biden is problematic. I will hear it. I will allow it. I will sympathize with it. I still won’t get mad enough to vote third party. When one party splits, the other wins. I knew it was happening, I just didn’t know how close it was. Conservative and liberal democrats clashed too much for the DNC not to splinter. Now, the same is happening because I can hate Joe Biden for sending weapons to Israel all I want and that doesn’t mean I’m ready to give up on democracy itself.

People think it’s a long shot, and most of them haven’t seen polls that say a sizable part of the population is willing to vote for Trump even if he’s in prison by the election. The fact that they think a president working from jail is acceptable is alarming. Common sense has completely flown out the window.

Politics was never meant to be about morals. Politics is about how to manage money. We get taxes in, we decide how to spend it in Congress. It wasn’t really until the Religious Right started taking over the Republican Party that issues of morality like homosexuality became a legislative item….. keeping in mind that homosexuality has nothing to do with morality, but you can’t convince anyone in the Religious Right of that.

They’re not playing the long game. It will get restrictive enough that the people will riot, and I am shocked that it is taking so long. What’s next? Republicans coming to your house to make sure you don’t get pregnant? Abortion is banned at seven days? What is it going to take? And abortion and homosexuality are only two of the issues wrapped up in this crap. We’ve let conservative, rich, white little boys run the show for a long time. I can’t take them on all by myself, and I get nervous when I don’t feel enough buy-in.

What if Donald Trump gets elected and Putin decides that’s the time to band with China and attack us because we’re weak?

They could start by bombing the oil fields in Alaska, but Sarah Palin will see them coming, so it’s okay.

I am usually teasing Zac about this time (what do you believe, as a private citizen, mind you………). I have gotten a series of sly smiles, dumb looks, and occasionally, articles in the New York Times. If he just looks at me, I change the subject, because I know he would tell me if he could, but he can’t. No biggie. I have other friends I can talk to about that stuff where their jobs aren’t at risk. People who have been chatting on the Internet like I have are always hearing unverified intelligence chatter. I had a friend catch a hole in DoDs security and his name went on a list.

Pro tip: don’t bite the hand that feeds you.

Where I become a leader and how Jesus influences that is to just be the person that takes everyone’s stories in…. that when I make leadership decisions, I don’t just have my employees productivity in mind, but their happiness with the job as well. I have a great reader retention rate, and I would hope that my employees felt the same way- that they wanted to stay with me. I would be the kind of boss that lives to serve. I mean, I probably draw the line at washing their feet, but it’s the thought that counts.

What I mean is that I have more success as a leader by taking in the world around me and reflecting it than I do in real life, because I am not getting up in front of a congregation to say these things. I am writing on the internet, which ups my congregation size tremendously.

I am firm because I have a vision, not because I feel the need to hurt anyone. There is a difference in me setting boundaries and me being obnoxious. The people closest to me got angry when I set boundaries, and I set them because they weren’t listening. They didn’t deserve to hear my story anymore.

I feel lighter and happier than I have in years, and it’s because I’m different. I was happy with being breadcrumbed for a number of years, my needs ignored and dismissed, handling a barrage of emotional live ammo only to find out that the pattern would never change. It felt like a lie, a friendship borne out of pity and a pattern I never wanted to reinstate ever again. Thus, telling her to grow up. I dived deep into self-reflection and I became more secure. She stayed in the same place. The patterns that worked on me before weren’t going to cut it.

You are 100% allowed to miss someone you’ve cut out of your life. I realized that she could not see the magnitude of what she was doing by reestablishing our connection, and nor could we ignore it. We had too much shit to do, and she ignored it. Then, I started writing about what happened, and she threw a shit fit because her side wasn’t represented. I cannot review a book I haven’t read.

So, what I know is that it’s not emotionally mature enough for me. I have grown past her. I cannot stand someone holding everything in and just exploding. It’s too much punishment at once and I am completely overloaded.

And yet on the flip side, she has a practical and precise way of moving in the world. She can achieve more in five minutes than I would in three days. Her brain is built for that.

It’s a yin and yang I always look for in relationships and it doesn’t work out. Practical people hate touchy feely crap. It’s the black cat vs. golden retriever debate.

And in talking about Supergrover, it brings me to another aspect of leadership. Have the right people around you. When Supergrover and I are writing to each other, it’s clear we have different processes to get to a conclusion. I can see where I fall short all the time, because when she talks to me and puts her own thoughts through her own filters, I see “oh THAT’s how a neurotypical person would do that….. I always wondered.”

The other thing is that talking about relationships and talking about organizations is very much alike when you are actually close enough to your employees where emotions get involved. You know how many employees I have to have before there are possible kinks in the organization?

One.

Being avoidant with your emotions is just as problematic at work as it is at home, you’re just talking about much different things. You will absolutely be dealing with hard emotions even though you’re not close to people….. most notably, annoyance unless you’re the type of person that needs a break every five minutes. I can be like that, but not usually. I’m the one with my headphones on and I wouldn’t hear a bear even if it was right behind my Aeron.

However, if I’m thinking of myself as the future CEO of Lanagan Media Group, I’m not the one with my headphones in. I’m the one that’s open and available to jump in and help you, or hire OTHER people to jump in and help you. If not, I will develop a reputation for hiding something. People clam up around other people who are hiding something. People don’t clam up around me because I can instantly put them at ease. There’s no trick to it except vibes. Being personable, approachable, friendly, etc. If I like being with the person and their presence gives me energy, the sky is the limit on how long we’ll spend talking.

I hate small talk, so it’s easier when I get up in front of a group. I can just apprise them of the situation, which solves two problems. The first is not having to schmooze with people. The second is not having to tell each person individually. However, if the other person’s vibe is also warm and approachable, and we connect, you’ll always be able to to count on me telling you what I think, but never in a million years telling you that I think you’re a bad person. Trust is broken in a million different ways.

In kitchens, this is always expressed by someone saying “I’m going to be five minutes late.” It’s always an hour. Always. No one cares if you’re slammed, get used to it. Even if someone tells you they’re willing to work on their day off, the chances of them picking up on said day off are slim to none. It’s why I got so many brownie points at my last job. I was there every time someone called out and every time someone got sick and every time we didn’t know what the hell happened, but someone had to have their ass on dish by five. It might as well be me. I’m the one that doesn’t like days off because it interrupts my rhythm. The brownie points were always the biggest at “let me change my clothes. I’ll be right there.” That’s because I actually meant it….. a rarity in our industry.

Giving up driving helped me to be on time every day because I am bad at transitions. I would get demand avoidance over driving, and have to force myself out to the car. Because I was determined not to be late, I would wake up ridiculously early and get to the office by 0800, when it was just the CEO and me for the first hour. He was the kind of leader I am, the Jesus as CEO type. That’s because he genuinely cared about our work/life balance and team cohesion, like buying us all Orioles tickets and carpooling us all up to Baltimore. He was also a CEO that drove a Honda.

I was very impressed.

Somebody went to Sunday School.

Anyway, I had so much less demand avoidance over traveling because I had a set schedule every single day. I could time it to the minute…. and the entire way, I could play on my phone, read, write, watch movies, etc. It was completely guilt free time to myself because I didn’t have to be in charge of anything as serious as a car while I was exhausted. The train ride gave me time to really wake up.

Which was good, because the CEO’s one failing was that he liked his coffee so weak. I use one level tablespoon of coffee per cup. He used a plastic teaspoon, and there could only be 11 teaspoons of coffee for the whole pot, which was 12 cups. Believe me when I say I am not trying to prove anything. The coffee was weak, I’m not trying to make motor oil.

When I drove, I would get to 7-11 or Walgreens by 7:45 to get coffee or an energy drink out of the cold case.

Telling you all of this…. that I love my friend and I needed to let her go at the same time. That I have just so many diagnoses and “letters behind my name.” It’s important. It’s all important. It’s what makes me authentically myself. That I can extend love to more people because I am experienced in dealing with conflict. I don’t pretend it doesn’t exist and I don’t pretend it’s not capable of developing. I’m also not going to skirt around you. I will bring up a problem, and how you react teaches me what to do. If you come up with a solution to the problem, it’s a green flag. If you can’t do anything, but you empathize with what I’m saying, that’s a green flag. The only red flag is saying “I don’t want to talk about it.”

Neither the relationship nor the company will survive.

Why I Love ChatGPT Used Appropriately

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ChatGPT has become an invaluable tool for me, because I don’t use it to create art. I use it to help me create art. The last thing I asked Copilot (using GPT4) was “give me five blog prompts appropriate for a personal blog.” This is the one I chose out of the five. Since you can’t re-use prompts from WordPress, I’ve used Copilot to create my own program. I am not asking it to write my entries for me. I am using it to jog my own memories and give me a jumping off point. I can use Copilot to create a framework to keep going every single day, because it’s not being provided by WordPress itself.

Because here’s the thing. I could have done the same exact thing by going to all the web sites from which Copilot pulls data, because it didn’t really create the prompts. Copilot went to web sites that offer prompts and collated them for me into a single, easy-to-read package. It’s the most brilliant thing I’ve ever seen, because it is not limiting my creative juice. It’s like discovering I have a secretary and I don’t even have to pay her (if anyone would like to be my EA, I am accepting applications. I don’t pay in anything but words of assurance and great hugs, but you get a three meal signing bonus….. that joke is funnier if you know I’ve been a professional cook).

So, I have stopped bagging on ChatGPT as a concept and started ripping people to shreds for thinking that ChatGPT is capable of human art. You know how you can tell it’s ChatGPT? Nine times out of 10, it’s too perfect to look real. Human emotion is messy. Humans are messy. Machines are not.

I admit that I did ask it for a picture of The Muppet Show cast dressed as spies. It was hilarious.

I feel bad about it, yet no…. I don’t. Because it’s pretty obvious why it wasn’t created by a human. Putting a hat on someone does not make them a different person. My biggest problem is people who post things like this and don’t say “I created this with ChatGPT. It looks cool, but I didn’t actually design it.”

The writing prompt I got with Copilot is after the jump.

Share Your Personal Style: Write about your personal style—whether it’s fashion, home decor, or a unique way of approaching life. Share tips, inspiration, and photos that showcase your individual flair and taste. Who knows, you might help someone find their own style through your posts! 🌟

I think I will write a little bit about all of them, actually, because I don’t have too much to say on any one topic.

  • Fashion
    • I think that I look better in boys’ clothes because women’s clothes tend to come in washed out colors and with a lot of ornamentation that just doesn’t fit my vibe. If I am dressing down, it’s usually jeans, a t-shirt, and a hoodie with kitchen Crocs or Chuck Taylors. If I am dressing up, I like to wear an Oxford and trousers with a sport coat and boys’ dress shoes because I cannot stay upright in heels. I like the way heels affect my body carriage, so sometimes I will buy cowboy boots with a heel. They’re so chunky it’s hard to “fall off.” In a lot of ways, I would love to be able to wear heels and beaded gowns and the whole nine yards….. but you have to see it through my eyes to know why I don’t. It is an enormous sensory nightmare and I rebel against it- I have since childhood. Trust me when I say that things like lace are going to drive your autistic children batshit insane. My style is simple and classic because of it. If I’m just doing jeans and a t-shirt, I have five t-shirts that cost $25 apiece, not five in a package at Target. Tommy Hilfiger comes to mind immediately, because the quality of their v-necks is impeccable. When I am dressed up, I look very much like a tiny college professor.
    • Here’s a thing I learned about dressing myself from my dad. If he sees a model dressed in a catalogue and he likes the outfit, he will buy the entire thing. He doesn’t buy things piecemeal. Therefore, he actually looks like a picture in a catalogue most of the time. It’s so easy. Why didn’t I think of that? Don’t worry that your style is bad, pick someone else with good style and just buy the whole look. I don’t normally have enough money to pick an entire outfit out of a catalogue, but I have bought the entire outfit the Goodwill employees have put together for their show store (across the street from the Portland library- they pick through all the clothes and only sell the best of the best. I got a London Fog navy trench with full liner for $24).
  • Home Decor
    • It’s a good idea. In terms of priority, it’s low on the list because neither David nor I are decorators. My dad is a decorator (not professionally, but you should see the things he’s designed for himself at the house), so basically I copy everything he does. It saves me a lot of time, like ChatGPT. He approaches design of a room like clothes- he wants to see the forest before we drill into the details. I don’t know what those are, yet, I just remember telling David that I wanted my office to have a cigar bar feel to it. He said, “sure. As long as you’re not actually smoking cigars in there.” I think I’ll manage.
  • Unique Way of Approaching Life
    • I calculate odds because of my executive dysfunction. I cannot say “this is where I’ll be in five years” and work toward it because of the number of stumbling blocks in my way. I cannot have a disability more than five or 10 days a year with a job. I don’t mean that all autistic people are incapable of employment. We very much are. It’s just hard to stay employed with the number of sick days, doctor’s appointments, communication issues, you name it. I cannot predict in advance, so I take in information as it comes and move to the next thing. I don’t second guess myself. If something doesn’t work out, I’m on to the next thing rather than spending time crying about the past. I have done enough of that.
  • Tips and Inspiration
    • Pray even if you think there’s no God. There’s a lot of resolution you come to in yourself through the process of praying. If you prefer the word “meditating,” it’s the same thing. I don’t want to argue about semantics, you just need the protein. For instance, Supergrover says that she thinks her running is a form of prayer, and she’s right. Get centered. I think if I’d taken up jogging when she said that I’d look a whole lot better today….. so maybe meditate and also move.
  • 16 Pieces of Flair
    • It is, of course, an “Office Space” reference. I’m not even sure what the prompt means by “flair,” so I’m just going to have to take a wild guess.
      • I always include a bit of whimsy, and it’s important to me. For instance, I want my office to look like it costs millions of dollars, and I also want a Chef Tiana doll. My friend Rhys makes custom dolls, and we’ve been talking about it because I want to be able to dress her myself, as in have her whites custom made as well. It is my opinion that Princess Tiana would HATE being called Princess Tiana because you’ve never met a cook in your life if you think they’d prefer Prince/Princess to Chef. In terms of the way I dress, it’s being very conservative and having one focal point that’s humorous, like a Mickey Mouse watch or tie-dyed Crocs.
  • Taste
    • I have very expensive tastes in groceries. I like fine olive oils, balsamic vinegar, Himalayan sea salt, etc. One of the best presents my friend Amy ever got me (at least, I think it was Amy) was a Himalayan salt cooking surface. You put meat or veggies on it and they roasted on the salt in the oven. It was magical for shrimp.
    • I do not have expensive tastes in knives. The one I like the best cost $20 at Wal-Mart or Amazon. It’s from Chicago Cutlery, and it’s an eight inch chef’s knife where the blade and the handle are both steel, and the handle is molded to fit your hand when you’re cutting using the French technique (using the back of the knife, as opposed to Japanese, which uses the front). It hardly ever needs to be sharpened, and it’s cheap enough to replace if it dulls. However, I prefer to keep the same knife, even if it was originally $20, because over time it grows into your hand. It is very much akin to writing with a fountain pen in which the nib will not work the same for anyone but you.

I think that’s at least enough for a blog entry. It’s time to go and make some breakfast before I get into the shower. I have to go to the pharmacy today, so I am hoping to stop at Trader Joe’s again. I do not have a problem with drugs and alcohol, but I am starting to notice a dependence on ube pretzels.

Which One?

~ Leslie Lanagan ~ Leave a comment

What do you do to be involved in the community?

I am most involved with online communities, because I prefer to type than to speak. It’s not that I’m not a good time in person, I just get tongue tied and like the safety of using a keyboard. It has led to very mixed results, because most of the time, it’s just a communication tool. Occasionally, it brings out the worst in me. I have to be careful with it, because I become disconnected with the world of Outdoors and In Person.

And it’s not even really that I become tongue-tied. I become inauthentic. I start social masking and it feels like putting on a show rather than it being natural to my personality. That person hides every single thing about her that makes her unique so that she cannot possibly be offensive to anyone at any time. I become the me that’s appropriate for very large gatherings of people. I haven’t been a public speaker all my life, but my dad has (he was a minister in the UMC). Therefore, I am not that person, but I can social mask it. I fail because invariably there’s going to be something that makes the mask look like a lie. Maybe to other people, definitely to me. That personality is based on my mother, the loving preacher’s wife who lived to serve…… As in, my social mask is not “leader” but “support person.” I think it’s why I thought I’d be such a a good friend for Supergrover. It is extraordinarily true that my hormones grabbed me by my guts for a little minute, but none of the things I wanted to offer her long term were predicated or dependent upon her turning into a teenager as well.

In short, I know how to support a big shot.

I just, frankly, am not my mother and I never will be. I start all my taking care of her schtick, and things go great until I try to speak truth to power. It’s not because Supergrover is inflexible or hard-nosed. She doesn’t trust me. We didn’t used to have this problem, and now we do. In effect, I thought I could be so spectacular a friend that she would realize that she shouldn’t hold me to my worst mistake. So far, I have gotten a few brownie points, but things have never gone back to normal. I would say that the operation was a whispering success. 😉 She relaxed on some things, not on others. The one thing I refused to be was impressed. Me being impressed would have been the death knell, because she wouldn’t have liked it if I thought being friends meant parroting back her own opinions to her, either. I have never been a “yes man,” and SG was not my cue to start.

I am not impressed with anything that would make her impressive to anyone else, and that’s what makes her valuable to me. It’s like HSPVA to me. Mireille Enos is not valuable to me because she’s one of the most talented actresses in the world. She is valuable to me because she was a senior that smiled at me in high school when I was a freshman. I have never been crushed out on her, I was just an insecure ninth grader and for a moment, I wasn’t. I also don’t value her movie star looks, because in my head we’re both children. I love that I know War from “Good Omens,” but I know her from one of the smallest stages in the world- the black box at the second oldest location of HSPVA.

I have mentioned that I saw her as the lead in “Diary of Anne Frank.” What I did not say is that when the Nazis arrived to take the family away, actors dropped from the catwalk in their battle rattle and scared the ever living SHIT out of all of us. It was really VERY effective.

In terms of community, artists are a good one. I remember another play the theater department did for Black History month that celebrated diversity. There were four actors on stage dressed completely in black and with bags over their heads (see thru, presumably….). They start talking and one is clearly Asian, one is clearly Central American, one is clearly white, and one is clearly black. They talk for about three minutes, all of them sounding as stereotypical as they possibly can. Every trope in the book comes out and they’re just flinging the things people say about them on stage while the crowd is roaring with laughter.

Then.

There’s a hush and a gasp in the audience when they take the bags off their heads and no one’s race matched up to their voice. It was just masterful, and I’m so glad that was part of my high school experience. I didn’t have as many kindred spirits as Clements, and I missed PVA terribly both years I didn’t go. But at the same time, I did get to be in marching band for a season, and although I didn’t choose to continue with it, I’m glad I have the story to tell now.

I got to play some stuff at Clements that I never would have at PVA because frankly, our band was better than PVAs by a large margin, like, a provable amount. My junior year, literally the first time I’d ever been in the band, we went to Texas Music Educator’s Association as the Sudler Flag winners. The Sudler flag is an award for excellence in music education. The band was already pretty good before I got there. Although I was told it was good that I transferred because a lot of their more capable trumpet players that had gotten the band the award in the first place had graduated. It was nice to feel appreciated, because I know I wasn’t the best in the world, but I was a great utility player. I didn’t have to be first chair. I was glad I got to go to San Antonio at all. Get this. I never made first chair at Clements (I don’t think…. If I did, I didn’t have it long enough to be memorable). For a very long time, though, I was third. THIRD out of the best trumpet players in the state according to TMEA. I wasn’t the gold medalist, but I was still on the podium.

I owe my success in band at Clements to Norman and Danny, the trumpet players that babied me along until I could stand on my own two feet at HSPVA. They were not dismissive or mansplaining, because we were trying to achieve a beautiful sectional sound. It was more like being picked for the Olympics with Norman and Danny as my coaches. In the symphony, you may be first chair, but the parts are not divided by voice. As in, just because you’re second or third chair doesn’t mean your part is going to be less complicated or not as high. I mean, it probably is if it’s a classical piece that’s been rewritten for younger players, but we were reading straight off the original “charts.”

It’s like reading the Gospel of Mark in the original Greek instead of the King James version. For instance, reading Bach in the original German in terms of stage notes and the key signature, which were called different things in his time. The only one I can remember off the top of my head is that B minor is H mol. That’s because I’ve also done Bach’s B Minor Mass, or Mass in H mol, at Trinity Episcopal Cathedral as a soprano.

It was an early music concert, so period instruments as well. After one of the rehearsals, I asked one of the trumpet players if I could try his horn and he let me. It was a very warm sound, similar to a Monette (famous for being unlaquered). My arms were a little short for the valves, so I was grateful to be in the community as a singer and not an instrumentalist….. Although it is fun being able to say that I can play the precursor to the trumpet as well.

When I first moved to Silver Spring, I was involved in choir. I may do it again someday, because I’d like to get back into being a musician. It’s a whole mood. You feel so much adrenaline after rehearsals and concerts that your mood naturally feels lighter and bubblier once they’re over. The reason that even though it’s just rehearsal and your adrenaline still goes up is the competition, and it is relentless. I do not mean that we snipe at each other, I mean the quest for excellence is relentless. I am not competing against anyone in my choir, but to be a better singer than I was the day before. Again, I have been asked to solo for things, so I know I’m capable of it. However, I am most comfortable as a utility player in a choir as well. I can hit high notes, but I am not a diva. I think the altos have more interesting parts, anyway.

I am more on an alto wavelength, because what I’ve found over time is that more altos can read music than sopranos. I think that’s because the alto part is generally more complicated; you can pick a melody out of thin air, but generally not the supporting notes in a chord. Alto parts are usually more complicated rhythmically as well. It has created a stigma that sopranos are airheads. This is not NECESSARILY true………….. There is a huge difference between singers who have taken lessons on instruments and singers who haven’t, because dollars to donuts they were trained in solfege and not reading the notes off the page.

I am not ashamed to admit that I thought solfege was stupid, and I haven’t been proved wrong. But that’s not because I’m not open to solfege for other people. It does work, just not if you’ve already learned to read music first. If you know how to read music, you know there is no need to bring hand movement into things. Yet, we still had to do the hand movements. I never learned them. I just made Spock’s little hand sign thingme and moved it up and down. Mission accomplished.

Because my mother was a pianist and my dad was a trumpet player, I know I learned to read music early, but I can’t remember by how much., as opposed to kids learning in school. I think I was six, because my mother’s rule in taking piano students was that they had to be able to reach an octave. As in, the thumb can be on middle C and their pinky can comfortably hit the C above. I didn’t start band, however, until I was in grade five. So, 10, I think? What I do know is that I already knew how to read music before a horn was ever put into my hands.

Singing is very hard on your body, but in a good way. As in, you’ll exercise muscles you don’t normally use and it will hurt until you get used to it. The workout keeps getting more and more productive, less and less irritating. I know I am on the right track when I can lift a heavy book with my diaphragm alone.

I just thought of something funny. Dana’s mom said, “that voice! Where did it come from?” I realized I would not be lying if my answer had been that it was Biblical, because the book I use the most frequently to work out those muscles is an Interpreter’s Bible.

I’d like to be able to run with the big boys there, too. For instance, I think Father Nathan Monk is the bees knees, because he’s already doing what I’ve always wanted to do, which is minister to people no matter what they believe. Just because there’s no God in it doesn’t mean it’s not church. Secular humanism is valid. People want to live in community and help each other whether they believe there’s a higher power or not.

Father Nathan spent many years in the church before he became an atheist, and I would argue, a better priest in the process. He’s also queer, poly, neurodivergent, and from the way he writes, probably an INFJ as well. I’ve just been watching him on Facebook for a while, and it seems like we have a lot in common. He’d be one of those guys I’d like to host on a podcast about success, because he built a business off his haters. He talks about sweeping negativity away with the “broom of doom,” and he makes jewelry. He started offering broom necklaces on his web site, and the rest was history. And though we’re peers, I know I would relate to him like I relate to my dad, which is “I’m interested in this stuff, but you’ve got a degree.” I have only been a preacher’s kid, and Nathan is ordained in the Orthodox church.

However, I do not have to be ordained because I do not want to pastor a church. I do not want to be the head of the community, just in the middle where I can enjoy everyone else and not have to worry about the direction the church is taking because I do not even want to be paid to care. I worry enough about the global church without the responsibility of a local congregation.

I think that I have done something Father Nathan has also done, which is to lay out my thoughts on theology on social media (he uses Facebook, I use WordPress) because I think they are important culturally. I am trying to give you a picture in your mind that CLEARLY says “Christian” and yet doesn’t reflect any of the views espoused by evangelicals who have never read a day of Biblical criticism in their whole lives.

In fact, I own more biblical criticism than most literalists will ever bother reading. That’s because for them, the one book is enough. It’s not necessary to understand those people’s current events, etc. A Baptist will never understand that Jesus was executed for being a loudmouth zealot. His ideas were dangerous to Rome, and the Sanhedrin agreed with them because they thought he was a loudmouth zealot way before they did. Judaism did not want to try anything new and different any more than Rome did. The fact that Romans are so crazy about Jesus now is straight up ridiculous. Nothing Jesus ever said to or about the Romans was valuable until after he died.

Tough room.

We often throw away the genius in our midst, but I don’t know why people who preach love and tolerance are often victims of the worst violence. We seem to murder and regret a lot. In America, it is worse in terms of gun culture, but the Romans were able to murder Jesus very effectively without one.

Governments kill people all the time, but crucifixion is particularly sadistic. Not only did the Romans crucify him, they nailed a sign to the top of the cross mocking him, and the sign was a snarky “King of the Jews.” You know, because being crucified in public just isn’t embarrassing enough. People could come by and mock him in schadenfreude, With crucifixion, the punishment wasn’t death. It was that you didn’t die right away. You slowly suffocated in front of your family, friends, and strangers. While naked if the little piece of cloth fell off.

We as a world have not changed. I do not know what their practice is currently, but the reason we allowed Trigon, our Russian asset, an L pill (cyanide) is because the rumor was that in Russia, if you were caught spying for the US, they would put you in a crematorium feet first. Trigon asked, and we granted, his ability to take his own life before he was tortured. This is not ancient history. Trigon was caught the year I was born.

The L pill was hidden in his pen, so he offered to write out a full confession. They look on in confusion as he bites down on the pen and dies before he hits the floor, saving him emotional trauma and physical dignity, even post-mortem.

It is a different mindset to kill someone than to stand around and watch them suffer. For instance, if I ever did anything that put me on death row, I would not want a viewing gallery. I’d just sneak in one of my ordained friends under the clergy rule and pass quietly, without the feeling that I was being watched like an animal in a zoo……… A feeling that Jesus would most certainly know intimately.

These are the things I want my community to focus on…. That Jesus’s story is tragic and uplifting because of who he was as a person, not who he became post-mortem, post-resurrection, etc.. In the United States, the prevailing message is the opposite, that you are “washed in the blood.” Everything Jesus did while he was alive takes a back seat to the idea that Jesus is magic.

He absolutely is, but his magic comes from the smallest piece of his soul, the son of a carpenter……. The place where no one looks.

Freeze Dried Skittles

~ Leslie Lanagan ~ Leave a comment

Things have been crazy since Bryn and Dave have been here, and it’s hard to reflect a moment while it’s happening. You may not hear about all the things we did for months, because what tends to happen is that I do something, and then as time passes, the words to be able to describe what happened previously will come to me. Some memories have to rise above the facts to make good writing. I am not talking about “enhancing” a memory. It’s just that it’s hard to describe feelings without much time to even know what they are.

It also depends on how I’m prompted. A lot of the things you learn in this web site are about me because a question (from a prompt, a reader, etc.) will jog a detail that I’d forgotten previously. I have been accused of lying by people saying “that’s not the same story you told last time.” No, it’s not, because it’s a different day and I always have three or four threads running in terms of processing something. Some blog entries are built on one and three. Some entries are built on two and four. But it’s not lying. It’s standing in front of a different part of the elephant.

The view is different when you’re standing at the trunk, but in the next entry, I’ll tell you about the view from the tail. It’s all one day, it’s all one story, but one entry does not cover a whole day. That does not mean if you read both entries, the first one is right and the second one is wrong….. Or vice versa. I am not trying to change a story, but to add additional details that my ADHD brain forgot to include the last time around. I can think in four strands at a time, but I can only write one of them down. That does not invalidate my other thoughts, or make them lies.

I have had to explain this many times, which I have the words for as an adult. I did not have the words for it in first grade, and I was in trouble for lying a lot of the time. Meanwhile, it’s akin to a game I played at the Spy Museum yesterday.

You had 10 seconds to memorize a photo and jot down the relevant details. So, I see that the exhibit is about the Culpeper Ring and the OG Spymaster (George Washington). So, I am trying to record all the details and think, “what’s the pertinent information here?” So, I figured the relevant details would be that there are 25 muskets and 10 cannons headed to Yorktown.

I am so proud of myself. I got the relevant details.

I was questioned over it and I was so fucking confident.

“What color was the pen?”

I failed miserably. But on that one, I got it wrong because I hit the incorrect button with my elbow.

I am probably overthinking this, but I am betting that weapons movement is more important than pen color, but I cannot assume that because I do not know the objective of the mission. My job was to memorize the picture, not to know why they needed the information.

The pen was white, by the way.

But that’s how CIA works. In effect, everyone has a tiny role to play and they all add up to a massive organization. As Jonna Mendez points out, you really don’t even know what operation you’re a part of all the time in terms of major historical events because you’re not read in high enough to see the big picture. You just have to trust that you’re working for the greater good.

I step out on that ledge a lot, because I’m an American. I can criticize CIA every single day all day long and no one is going to lock me up. That lets me love them even more because in a country with a government like China’s, painting their intelligence service’s portrait with more than one color would land me in prison……. Especially if they thought I was painting my feelings as fact.

(“Painting my feelings as fact” is the most beautiful thing anyone has ever said to me in the history of anything, and Supergrover said it when she was angry. The reason it’s gorgeous is that I can’t think of a blog entry in which I didn’t think about using it. That phrase is ridden hard and put up wet around here because I can’t write anything better.)

My point, and I do have one, is that I can tell The Agency to fuck all the way off because of the negative things they’ve done over the years, AND they can be the paramilitary heroes we need- the only friends you’ve got when you’ve traveled and pissed off Putin instead of Biden. I would rather take my chances with Biden, because he might think I was irritating, but there is exactly Jack or shit he can do about it. If they put you in jail for being annoying, I promise I would already be locked up.

CIA is responsible for a lot of bad in the world, but my favorite character in the Marvel universe is Everett Ross (Martin Freeman, the Tolkien case officer in Black Panther). I cannot paint them with one color, because they’ve been adding different hues since 1947. It is important to me not to love them like a child, where everything mommy and daddy do is GREAT! I love them like an adult. I acknowledge the bad and the good. My first priority in intelligence has to be loving my agency because it’s my country, like rooting for DC United instead of the Portland Timbers……… But not at the exclusion of my international friends, whose experiences with CIA might not be as kind as mine. I also get the impression from John Le Carre that I can hate CIA all I want and I’ll still never hate it as much as the people who work there (that was a joke).

If my government is going to allow my intelligence agency (which I personalize because of taxes) to do stupid shit, I like that my government won’t throw me in jail for saying they just did something really stupid. This is always brought home to me by a trip to the museum, and we wandered around for a couple of hours last evening.

Because I’m such a Mendez fan, I went to the Canadian Caper and stopped to “talk” to Tony. I look at his pictures and notes and we have conversations in my head. All the things I would have asked him, etc. I told him that Jonna was AMAZING at her book talk and with the way my insides glowed, it was like he responded. I just figured he’d like to know how she’s doing from an outsider’s perspective. 😉

The museum is not personal to me because of my special interest now. Now, it’s personal to me because I know someone who helped found it. And, of course, because she’s my friend, I want the museum to succeed and sell her books all the time. Seriously. Several times people have asked me for recommendations because I look like I know my way around the book section, and for me, their book section has like seven books tops (that is also a joke- there are MANY intelligence authors I admire, I just don’t know their backstories well, if at all).

I wanted Zac to like the museum because he works in intelligence. I wanted to know whether he thought it was truly representative, what Intel wants people to know about them, etc. He did like the museum, and did love the “artifacts,” which made me feel good. I kind of think of it as his museum, too.

I always like to get a little something at the gift shop because the museum always needs money (they’re not a Smithsonian). This time, it was a small tin with the museum logo that says “DocuMINTS.” I didn’t buy it for the candy, I like the tin for odds and ends because it’s small enough to fit in my pocket and it looks too cool for me.

I am LOVING the retro collection they have now. I’ve already gotten the long sleeved t-shirt, but they’ve also added a hoodie that says “International Spy Museum” in the 1970’s font they used in Argo. As I was telling Zac, I love that the movie starts out like a 1979 movie. I love it because it just looks cool, but it’s also an inside nod to the movie for me.

Lord, I do love a font.

Also, hats off to the casting director on “Argo.” When Zac and I were standing in front of the exhibit, the cast photo and the real photo are nearly identical- to the point that it’s spooky. You really have to get close to tell the difference between Bob Anders and Tate Donovan.

Tate Donovan has been one of my favorite actors since “Space Camp.”

Which is probably why I bought some freeze-dried Skittles in the gift shop as well. Zac loves new and interesting candy, so I gave them to him for his sweets and snacks cabinet. It’s my favorite “room” in the house. 😉

What do space candy and CIA have in common?

Think seriously how we would have gotten to the moon before Russia without them.

It’s a large set of facts I’m painting with my feelings.

I Made the List for the First Time

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List the people you admire and look to for advice…

This is the first time anyone has ever asked me this question and I thought to put myself on the list. I have never been comfortable enough before in my own skin to think my opinion was worth anything. However, once I sat with my thoughts day in and day out, my discomfort at sharing those opinions went away. Mostly because I realized that no one is wrong or right. We are all making it up as we go along. I didn’t have to put people I admired on a pedestal because my opinions were just as good as theirs. It wasn’t hero worship. It was thinking something was wrong with me and that made them automatically better at opinions.

It is also true that when you’re physically disabled and mentally ill, other people assume they’re better with the thinking because they don’t have those issues. It is amazing to me that people think treated bipolar disorder and untreated are the same. So, you have a lot of people who tell you that your opinions aren’t worth anything because to them they aren’t. They have invalidated you by your diagnosis. People tend to be dismissive because they don’t think I’m in my right mind anyway. I don’t know what I’m saying.

In a very real sense, this is true. Accurate and dead on. I do not know what I am saying.

This is because I know exactly what I am saying, but through my autism and ADHD, I do not know what you hear when I talk. I know this because of the difference in what I mean vs. what people have angrily insisted I mean. This is because their brains process the order of my words differently than I do, which changes the meaning of a sentence.

What could possibly go wrong?

It leads people to put emotion where it doesn’t belong, because they’re, in effect, accenting the wrong syllable. Thinking I’m being aggressive, sarcastic, cold, whatever the emotion and telling me that- which is great. I need to know your experience of me. The problem comes in when there is no way to prove to you that I mean what I say and I say what I mean, so I am struggling against the way you perceived my words and not what they actually were. For instance, trying to prove I wasn’t trying to be aggressive when you are absolutely convinced I purposefully tried to anger you.

There is really no way to un-fuck that particular situation. I walk away from those relationships because the thing that’s harder than anything else in a relationship is proving you’re NOT angry. With autism, disproving any negative, really. It’s hard to prove you’re NOT anything if someone’s perception in their minds of you is certain.

Through being autistic, I have learned that I am a master manipulator while I sit there and wonder why people say that….. Or I did, until I learned I was autistic. That everything I say is probably going to come out wrong. So, I’m in a situation where people think I’m manipulating them and it’s supported by the fact that I’m bipolar.

I am not malicious and I am not mentally ill. I take medication every day for it. You don’t call someone blind when you can see the glasses on their face- their vision is corrected. You don’t treat a mentally ill person like they’re on thin ice for being put away.

You don’t focus on the fact that someone is an alcoholic. You focus on the fact that they’re in recovery.

So, if I know I’m not malicious and that I’m not trying to manipulate people, then obviously I am failing in my communication and need to learn new strategies for saying the same things. This is because I do not have a problem voicing needs anymore, but I don’t know how to talk at all without people telling me that I’m acting like I know everything.

However, it’s only a certain group of my friends that jump on me this way, so how they communicate plays into it as well. It is not a one sided communication issue. Because they have things in common, my pattern recognition on what they’re doing reads universal rather than personal to each individual relationship.

So, not only do I need better communication overall, I specifically need guidance on how to phrase things so that I don’t sound like I’m master of the universe. My self-esteem is so incredibly low (and I’m vulnerable about it) that I’m surprised people think I sit around and think about how great I am.

Coming into my own was hearing the child inside me say, “hey. You’re not THAT bad.” My trouble with communication made me reticent to give an opinion at all, because it always came out wrong. I have been told that the most fucking irritating thing about me in the whole entire goddamn world is that I’m always right, so take that for what you will.

One of the reasons I shut down and became a writer, basically talking to myself for incredibly long periods of time is that it came across like people tolerated me rather than genuinely wanting to be in my company. I jumped into writing because I wasn’t wanted elsewhere, and not in a “poor me” kind of way. It was “I don’t have to have friends, because I can entertain myself.”I do indeed have friends, I’m just saying that my happiness is dependent on them. I have the capability to bring myself joy; no one is responsible for making me happy.

I also think that writing reinforces what I think- I am not arguing with myself over how I feel in person because I’ve already written about it here. Therefore, people are deathly intimidated by me because I am deft in an arena where few people excel. My Achilles Heel is that I often have communication issues and end up beating the wrong dead horse instead of the right one…….. Because I interpreted someone else’s words putting the accent on the wrong syllable.

There are plenty of people that I look to for advice, generally my sister and Bryn are at the top of the list.

I ask Supergrover for advice all the time. It’s just that her responses are calculated on everything she’s already said. It’s the same way with Dana. I can’t go back in time, but their uploaded consciousnesses live in me. I talk to their characters. Their characters don’t grow and change, but it’s comforting nonetheless.

I am coming to rely more and more on myself because I realize that being disabled and autistic has led me to discount my opinions, buying into the view everyone else has about both groups. I realized when I was talking about people I go to for advice, it felt like I wasn’t even allowing myself to sit in the conference room with them.

I started taking up more space when I realized I wanted to define myself. That it was okay to take up room. It was okay if I didn’t swallow other people’s opinions whole in order to please them.

I’m not the expert. I constantly play tapes in my head of the things people have said about/to me and it sits in my brain like a rock. I defined myself by all the negative things that people placed on me, and thought I was a bad person because of it. I don’t mean recently. I mean I can tell you about feeling the exact same way at six years old. School is brutal for kids who can’t communicate. Having a neurotypical kindergarten teacher was the first time I realized that people couldn’t hear what I was saying and were putting meanings into my mouth.

I started releasing my demons as a writer…… Or at least, as I said the other day, exercising them. I hardly ever say “exercise” because I know they ain’t leavin.’ It makes me laugh to think of my demons in workout clothes. We are very serious. We are eating Starburst for breakfast.

Breakfast of champions.

I do not know what it is about the autistic brain that makes me insufferable. It’s funny because it’s true. But know that it’s not all me. Part of it is that I have a disability you know nothing about, and are choosing to believe I am not that different from you. The fault in this is not being able to predict my behavior and thinking you can because your heuristics are for neurotypical people.

I am taking responsibility for learning my half, but I can only meet you. I cannot go all the way to the other side and drag you to the middle. It is a disability. Worrying that I’m failing is a non-issue because it doesn’t matter. There’s no chance of winning. It’s miserable when that reality sets in.

I have found that I need respect for myself because I am so misunderstood. I am also not saying I’m not part of the problem. I haven’t known I was autistic since I was a kid, so I have to learn new coping mechanisms.

I think the thing that hurt me the most this week was a scene from “The Big Bang Theory” in panels as a meme on Facebook. It’s Amy telling Sheldon that his friends all hate his bad behavior and that the fact that he can’t do anything about it is the only reason they tolerate him.

I cannot be dependent on external validation. I write or pray. It’s a new development, but trusting in myself hasn’t backfired.