- predictions watching Netflix show, The Ultimatum
- how do you not feel guilty for being happy?
- Notes from physical therapy appointment: 3 exercises, 30 reps
- Updated note: 5 exercises, 30 reps, add weight? PT said I did good!!!
- “i love hearing his laugh downstairs”
- headache/migraine log
- “i can let these circles overlap”
- Brainstorm for my end of year letter to my students. I had a teacher who wrote a 12 page “journal entry” from 30 years in the future where she goes to see all of us spread around the world and what we’re up to. I want to give that to my students too.
- “there’s comfort in not being special sometimes”
- “fish oil 2/18”
- Generative art
- in class i give away the answer too quick…im too excited. i gotta let them have that excitement and glorious moment of discovery and clarity
- Speed run times for rows of my old crochet project: 5:07, 4:23, 4:53, 4:28
- a menu of potential birthday celebration ideas for my ❤
- “i don’t often keep promises to myself. i need to rebuild that trust”
- “I am not parallel lines”
- to think about (make peace with) when there is time (even though there never is):
- how to exist in capitalism
- creating waste, minimizing waste
- Quote from C: “Friends? I like them as a concept. Execution varies.”
Today, the Alabama House of Representatives voted to make it illegal for doctors to proscribe gender-affirming medical care for transgender youth (18 and under).
I am grateful for what a few representatives said in the battle that ended in a vote of 66-28 in favor of this bill.
Rep. England: “You’re saying this is about children. It’s not. What it is about is scoring political points and using those children as collateral damage”
Rep. Rafferty: “Its totally undermining family rights, health rights and access to health care.”
I was pretty numb while I read this headline at first. A protective numbness.
I was numb until I reached this quote in the article from Rep. Wes Allen: “Their brains are not developed to make the decisions long term about what these medications and surgeries do to their body,”
When I read that, I was angry. I was frustrated by the utter stupidity of it all. I wanted to storm down to that house and explain to this man that going through puberty ~naturally~ or whatever Is A Choice, and a choice with lasting, lifelong repercussions. I want to ask why he thinks the state should be able to make this choice for children: A choice that he states will have lasting effects on their bodies.
I have been fighting my body for years, and if I had been given the option at the beginning to not have to go through that, hell yes I would have picked that.
I’m not a better person for having had two puberties. I’m just sadder.
All I want is to be able to protect those kids in Alabama. I want to protect my trans students from the ricocheting pain I am feeling after this bill. And after all the rest.
I feel quite small today.
Subtitle: the story of how everything in my life is a metaphor for something else in my life
- stretching joints = practicing stretching out and taking up space
- feeling for the boundaries of safety and feeling good, listening to what my body tells me
- you need to ease into this
- breathing gets you through the hard part, or at least, it helps
(Alternatively titled: A teaching philospohy)
In trying to understand who I am as a teacher
I found a misconception I had been holding on to:
I thought the pull to teaching was math.
(And I do love math
I am grateful to have it as a partner in this endeavor
I love its definitiveness and ambiguity
Give me good pattern any day of the week and I’ll be happy
Or an algorithm
Math is a language where you can express
than you can with words.
Math carries a precision that syllables and sentences never can
Yet fails to articulate the finest points of humanness)
But to say I am tied to teaching because I love math
is a knot that will unravel under tension.
I would not have ended up here if I had not accompanied a bouquet of trans folks
On legs of their expeditions:
Through crushing expectations
Through meeting themselves
Through glimmers of expansive freedom
Through letting the world in to meet them.
I teach in order to hold a place for these gender explorers and defiers
For these norm breakers
For these students looking for someone to see them, to know them.
I stumbled into teaching with my crochet hook and calculator
with enormous and hazy and overwhelming dreams
To chip away at these walls against which my back is pressed
To exist where they said we couldn’t
To make space
Think that it is abuse
To let me feel free
They want our existence to be reported
Our support systems ripped out from under us
They want us gone
Because we make them question every lie they ever told themselves about how they were allowed to exist through the world
We make them confront the terrifying expanse that the universe becomes when you realize it is your right to define yourself boundlessly,
to be fully human,
fully unique and yet the same,
and yet never not fully a work in progress
There are people
Who Think that it is abuse
To help me feel free
But who refuse to see the enormously obvious, heart shatteringly painful reality that is
That their words rip open barely healed wounds
There will be unthinkable, unforgivable pain because of this
There will be lives broken and lost.
I want to hold a message of hope.
Of ‘we will prevail’.
But it’s hard to stay positive and be a trans person in a world where your right to exist continues to be questioned in new old ways.
I’m in pain.
But we will care for eachother
And we will care for ourselves
And we will be free
- quote from C: “I like having options even though I hate making decisions”
- reading recommendations from a friend: Heartstopper, The Stars and the Blackness Between Them
- pretty sure this is a journaling note when I was panicking and trying to calm myself by writing down all the thoughts: “We are all just human. We are all big and little. We are universes contained within universes. Of course this is hard.”
- shopping list for yarn
- “How much corn” (thats the whole note)
- ideas for a review day: “Crocheting Olympics”
- quotes from C playing video games:
- “That was not very nice”
- “I won’t let other people use gender against me”
to acknowledge that I want a child is to acknowledge that my parents wanted me that someone wants me that someone thought the world would be better off with me in it that without me, something was missing. and for some reason my soul has trouble accepting that.
Reflecting (~7 months after originally writing this poem): i really want to be a parent someday. i want to be a soft place for a child to land when things get hard (i heard this phrase recently and its stuck in my head. it just feels nice). I want to be a safe space to be imperfect. i want the experience of parenthood. i think i would be good at it.
I don't trust the world to hold me my muscles remain tense, always holding myself above it I can’t even let the earth take my whole weight my whole self for fear of being too much I mistake the feeling of muscles relaxing of giving up control of allowing myself to melt for falling version 1.1 12/27/2021
Afterwords: I struggle to allow other people to see me fully because I feel the tremendous weight of everything i am holding every minute of every day, and i couldn’t imagine giving someone else that weight to hold too because it is so overwhelming. but i am practicing both trusting other people to help me hold things, and also practicing sorting through all the things I’m holding and just deciding to put some stuff down. Some things I can put down until tomorrow, or next week. Some things I can put down and just leave them the heck there. Every now and then I need to do a spring cleaning of my thoughts.
Also related: the song Surface Pressure from the movie Encanto which I have listened to about 27 times today https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ErY3eeRFTFg&ab_channel=DisneyMusicVEVO
I often deny myself small pleasures.
Or even larger ones.
In the name of “being nice”.
Or leaving someone else that experience.
As if choosing any tiny happiness is selfish.
As is by experiencing joy, I am stealing someone else’s.
I push myself constantly for growth.
But what if I just maintain for a while?
Enjoy the view from here?