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Me too, my friend. ❤️ Hope you’re having a good morning!

Stephen’s a chill bro.

Good morning, you lot! I’m on my way to the doctor so I can get an extension on this stupid exam I didn’t finish this weekend. Exhausted.

It's bedtime for me, everybody. Time to sleep. Good night! ❤️

Unfortunately. When straight actors play gay characters, they get Oscars. When gay actors play gay characters, they're lucky if they're nominated. And don't get me started on trans actors. No trans actor has ever been nominated for an Academy Award, and the trans community has objected loudly to some of the lauded performances by cisgender actors for being inaccurate, unrealistic, and frequently offensive. It's really sad...

Glad you're feeling better, molly! ❤️

I mean, he's a sound tech and not a musician, but same business. It's true that artistic people are often more open minded, I think. I try to challenge these things wherever I go. Not always as easy as I'd like...

Thank you for taking the time to read it! You are appreciated. ❤️

Took their sweet time, didn't they?

All opinions are welcome, and I see I'm woefully outnumbered in my own. I was unaware of that website, that must have been a pretty fantastic thing. Perhaps it's a cultural difference that makes my opinion and that of my queer friends over here in Norway so different from everyone else's.

Yeah, that one's painful. Philadelphia is, too, but even though it's really sad I feel like there's something hopeful about it, as well. Also, hands down Tom Hanks's greatest performance.

George is pretty terrible, yeah.

It's 5 pm here, and pitch black outside. Dusk set in around 3. Some days this time of year, if I sleep in too long, I barely get a couple hours of daylight... Time to start taking vitamin D again.

Brian is certainly problematic.

Thank you! ❤️ Mental health issues are, as you can imagine, very important to me. As is neurodiversity. So many people know so little about the different ends of the autism spectrum, they think it's all Rain Man. One day, I'd like to have an autistic main character, but I'd need to do a lot of research as to what it can be like to be inside such a mind, since I'm mostly neurotypical myself.

Yeah, I read about that in an article that discussed just what I wrote in my post. They were kind of dependent on Queen's support in order to even make the movie, what with all the music they needed to use, so a good portion of the blame sits of the shoulders of the band. Ugh, those films are so bad. That said, I've really seen far more good queer films than bad ones. Eating Out are the only objectively terrible ones I can name (aside from Blue is the Warmest Colour, which I already mentioned). Every film has its flaws, but many can be overlooked if the rest of it has merit, imo. A film that is inexplicably absent from this conversation (and many others) is Philadelphia from 1993. It was nominated for four Academy Awards and won two of them, as well as two Golden Globes and a bunch of other awards. This film was written by a gay man and dealt extensively with homophobia during the HIV epidemic. It's credited as being the first mainstream film to properly portray homosexuality and homophobia, and I think it tackled these things in a far more down to earth manner than Brokeback Mountain did, and I think it's a far more important part of queer cinema history.came before.

Time will tell, I suppose. Stephen's the good sort.

Thank you!

Good morning! I hope no one else is awake yet on this Sunday. ❤️

Doing that now. Just saying goodnight to boyfriend on the phone. He says hi. Night!

All right, all right, I'm going! Jeez... Actually in bed now.

Time for bed. I got like nothing done with my exam today... Got some fiction writing done, though. I'm terrible at prioritising... So, better write it all tomorrow. Goodnight, all! ❤️

Yesterday I was in the studio at school to record a jazz trio. Piano, drums and accordion, it was pretty weird and wonderful (I still have one of those songs stuck in my head...). I am the only one in my class who's not a cis man. Probably the only one who's queer. So hanging out with and working with these guys can feel kind of lonely, I guess. But after recording, my studio partner and I were packing down the equipment. Third guy had a concert he was mixing, so it was just the two of us, and via Christmas songs ('don we now our gay apparel'*) we got onto the subject of LGBTQ. I was wearing my binder yesterday and feeling pretty good about myself, and decided, fuck it. And I told him I was gender non-binary, and what that meant, and started talking about being trans masculine and social transition vs. medical transition and why I probably won't do the latter. And he listened, and asked questions, and was curious about how transitioning ftm was different from transitioning mtf, and we had a really nice conversation about it. Later I texted him and apologised for my complete lack of filter and just blurting out all this really personal stuff. He just said, 'Hey, don't worry about it. It was fun talking about something interesting and meaningful rather than just complaining about how other people coil cables.' I guess I wasn't really expecting any of these cis-het dudes I go to school with to get it, or be interested, or, you know, to not freak out at the whole idea. He surprised me, and honestly, I surprised myself by even talking about it to a person that I honestly don't even know that well. Later on I went to have dinner at a friend's house, cause my best friend and former flatmate is home from Dubai for a long weekend. I was still wearing my binder, and I felt like a boy, and I told my friends that I felt like a boy. Their acceptance wasn't a surprise; I was sitting around a table with a lesbian, an asexual, a bi dude who once wondered if maybe he was a woman, and a very friendly and accepting straight couple. But what did kind of surprise me was how validated I felt, especially when they asked me which pronoun they should use. I said I wasn't sure, and they said, 'Well, let us know and we'll adjust accordingly.' Aside from one half of the straight couple, these are people I've known since high school. The aforementioned bi dude and I talked a bit more at length while the rest of the party talked about other things. I told him about GA, and coming out to you all and how good that made me feel, especially with all the support I got. And then we all played Nintendo Switch, and that was that. No big drama. I've been trying to figure out how to talk to my mum about all this. She knows I'm non-binary, but she's never addressed it. She's very LGBTQ friendly, has lots of queer friends, talks at length about how hard it was for her gay best friend in the 70s, how sad it is that her American friend's transgender son can't get his legal gender changed, about name changes and how important it is to respect that, and has identified as bisexual for basically her entire life. (I came out to her as bi when I was fifteen or sixteen and she was like, 'So? I'm bi, too. I think almost everyone is.') But she scoffs at identity politics (which is basically just the notion that people should have the right to define themselves without experiencing prejudice), cause she finds it too individualistic and she's a marxist in everything but name. I've tried at length to explain to her how it's not about individualism, but actually about community and finding somewhere to fit in. I think if I were a straight up, gender dysphoric, want to definitely medically transition trans man, it would probably be easier for her. That's a box she can tick. But trying to make her accept me as primarily trans-masculine gender fluid is probably gonna be a little more difficult, and I don't even know where to begin. Given how she's never addressed the enby thing, and when I've tried to sort of bring it up she's seemed kind of dismissive, this is a conversation that we need to have. Just not sure how, or when. I'm gonna stop writing now, cause I'm basically rambling. TL;DR: conversations I had about my gender identity yesterday made me feel very happy and validated, but I don't know how to talk to my mum about it. * Interestingly, originally this part of Deck the Hall was 'fill the mead cup, drain the barrel'. It was changed during one temperance movement or another. The carroll itself is originally Welsh.

‘You’ve always been a diligent student, Julie,’ said Stephen, and smiled. ‘But lately you’ve been applying yourself a lot more, and it seems you’ve come out of your shell a bit, I think.’ Mrs. Kinkaid looked pleased. ‘I’m very happy to hear it, Mr. Griffiths,’ she said. ‘Julie speaks highly of you as well, don’t you, Julie?’ Julie blushed and said nothing, but smiled. Her mother went on, ‘I have to admit I’ve been somewhat concerned about the new friends she’s been making, though. They are o

Christmas the previous year. In the chapter titled Waiting For the Son of Man.