Basically more dust bunnies, without so much dust and with more cat than bunny.
The landline now works. Only took ten days and four or five online tech assistants to activate VoIP on the modem. But it works and that’s all that matters. Nobody died in the multiple attempts.
This morning’s exciting discovery was a much younger, non-binary transmasculine writer called Oliver Reeson, in The Lifted Brow. I read Oliver’s speech and then some articles and signed up for Tiny Letters (great idea!) and have waffled in my journal on many things they prodded in my noggin. Then I looked up the Trans Mental Health Study to which I believe they were referring (I could be wrong). It was all absorbing, helpful.
I’m more of a solitary bee than a hive-dweller. My local trans community is small, friendly and multi-generational, and I’m happy here. So even as I envy the big city dwellers their events and resources, I’d prefer to read about them than attend. I appreciate skilled, thoughtful writers. As a new fan, it was sad to read Oliver’s concerns about their future in Australia as a writer. I guess it was a prod to my conscience – support those you value. Buy local, support local artists. I’ll start with The Lifted Brow. ❤