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Monday, February 13th, 2023 03:43 pm
Work depression. Well, maybe it's not work. I just didn't get anything done but opening browser tabs.

I have some heavy ally work to do and i am not looking forward to it. Someone i know from twenty years ago popped up as a registrant at the virtual retreat for a Quaker queer community. They suggested they wanted an interest group to talk about the challenge of using "they" as a pronoun for a single person. This promptly raised alarms with other planning committee folks: people who are challenged by every time they are misgendered or dead named or all the other signals that respecting a person as they present themselves has less priority than making an attempt to remember a change.

I wrote, underscoring this community would focus more on the challenge of not being respected and would ask for her to rise to the challenge of using people's pronouns as they request. I offered to talk, and lo, the offer has been accepted.

"...for me, it is a serious communication impediment to use plural words for single people. I fear that this 'requirement' causes a wide-spread barrier for trans and similar people who yearn to be better accepted into the dominant culture."

Having watched people be challenged by calling Christine by her name or her correct pronouns for, eh, twenty years now i really don't think that using "they" in a singular sense is the important barrier.

And i am not entirely sure accepted *INTO* the dominant culture is exactly what the people i know want.

I remembered that George Fox had some pronoun rant that lead to Quaker's plain speech. I found that his explicit complaint (well, that part that was excerpted in someone's article) about the formal "you" was not the formality of it - the rank and class part - it was that "you" was a plural pronoun, not a singular. My correspondent did use "you" in the email to me, but i don't think that's where i should go.

I think my correspondent is probably honest that using "they" (for their grandchild) is a challenge for them. I think i will focus on their challenge, and not be dragged into quibbles over the use of "they" in the singular context -- plenty of grammar scholars willing to point out the hundreds of years of precedent, and plenty of style guides advise "just give up on 'he or she' and say 'they'." And i don't think i am going to be dragged into telling women that wearing pants is inappropriate and makes it harder to ... wait, no... telling Blacks that having natural hair is ... wait, no... No, i'm not going to discuss whether it's appropriate to tell people that they are asking for respect wrong. I think if i sit with my focus on their personal challenge, i can not redirect red hot rage at them when they derail.

Dad called and i spent an half hour with him playing therapist. He does have a therapist now, yay. I don't know how to ask for what i want, and i suspect he can't give it. I do feel he always calls for help, though, and never to give.

OK, my condition of enoughness is getting trees planted. And maybe getting tools in out of the weather.
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Friday, November 16th, 2018 12:38 pm
I'm pretty sure this isn't going to be heard, but it's what i felt i had to do. I received a message from a Public Quaker who is a member of meeting, with the subject "Have you seen this?":


[Transgendered attendee of Meeting] & [Me],

[Someone's name] (Philadelphia area, Quake-ish person, from a public Facebook post):

“Making an exception from my social media break to say: Shit is Scary out there, Nazis in Philly,unsafe for a public observance of the Transgendered Day of Remembrance, an invitation to a private gathering ) If you're nonbinary, trans, or GNC in the delaware or philly area reach out to me you are WELCOME to join us. Tea and Cake and hugs for everyone. Maybe we'll record a couple of songs. Come be part of this and know you're loved.”


I replied, just to him


Hi [Public Quaker],

No i hadn't. I'm not sure why you are curious if i have.

If i lived in Philly still i could see the first paragraph being helpful in a warning sense, but i don't, so i don't need the warning. I certainly don't need a reminder of the violence targeting transgender bodies that has been high and terrible for years. I viscerally recall my fears for Christine when she first traveled outside of an urban area after transitioning. I sit with her morning after morning as she tries to cope with her fears living here in Chatham county.

Won't be going to Philly for a private event either.

I'm writing you back because i have the spoons to do so. I know how exhausting it is for Christine to have to do all the sifting through people's clumsy communications. As a person with much more privilege I can take the time and parse through and finally guess, "Maybe Chuck is asking whether i've heard about there being some documentary in some state of completion about Trans issues?" I know if i wanted to share this with Christine or [Transgendered person in Meeting], i wouldn't ask them if they've heard of it, as if the trans community is some monolith and every trans person is plugged in. I wouldn't expect them to tell me about it. I'd do the simple web search and find the website http://americaintransition.org/ and send *that* link to [Transgendered person in Meeting] with [trying to mindread here] a question of whether she's watched it, and whether this might also be helpful for Meeting.

This message brought to you by my reflections earlier today about about a far more subtle communication that has required Christine to set a boundary so that she can take care of herself. I have no idea if [Transgendered person in Meeting] has the limited energy budget that Christine has, but signs point to yes. I've no idea if she's been attacked before, but i'd want to show i cared and understood by thinking about how that first paragraph might affect her.

I know this is a chiding tone, and i hope you will listen to it also as me sharing the ache i have day in and out caring for someone who is a constant state of hyper-vigilance. I imagine you can understand, as you too care for people who are too often targets for violence.

In Love,
[me]


I'm not sure i had the spoons, but i sure as hell didn't want to assume that the other woman who received this would be stuck with the message. I wrote her letting her know that i had replied privately:


I do hope [Public Quaker]'s short facebook forward didn't trigger you as much as it did me, and if it was triggering you were able to pass it by. There were too many problems with that message that i felt i should elder him a little. ... but i wanted you to know i found the communication not respectful of you and i let him know a respectful communication would have been to put the films being produced under http://americaintransition.org/ (if that was his point? I'm mind reading here) front and center and ask whatever question he had in mind.
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Tuesday, October 30th, 2018 07:15 am
Yesterday was a reasonable workday as i tried walking the higher level product folks from making a really expensive mistake. It seems like a wasted day because we've been around this loop before, but this time i scribbled out some diagrams which, from the snarl of arrows and boxes, hopefully conveys that the configuration idea they have results in a great deal of work. I also tried hard not to shame them, but the simpler solution involves the product folks understanding who uses their applications and how. I know that isn't as easy as it sounds, but i also want to grumble about them doing their job.

Mom showed up just at 5 pm and i made tea from herbs from the garden: tulsi, spearmint, a wintergreen scented mint, and lemon grass. I was delighted to see the green-gold color of the tea in the china cups. It was a good visit, and maybe she will stop by like that more often. (And, as i haven't been over to their place since The Cough began, i should get over to see them.)

Christine spent the afternoon with her sister at a Duke event, sharing the film, and Christine spoke about the US Health and Human Services rule making about defining gender. I hope she wasn't preaching to the choir because the effort costs her so. And that makes me think back to a very friendly screening in Chapel Hill, with some university department LGBT representative on the panel after. (Director of the program, maybe?) He presented as a white male, and i presume he was gay, and not trans. He commented on how NC politicians had used "transgender issues" as a political tool in such a way that you could hear how he thought of this as -- political footballs. Not lives. Christine did an excellent job speaking up to him, and i suppose she had to do the same yesterday: act as an advocate for seeing the human beings, the personal lives, that are being wounded by being tossed around. That night i wanted to stand up and yell at the man about the suffering Christine goes through when her fear overwhelms her.

I wonder if at some point in the 2020 election season i should turn the transgender bathroom issue against this administration: "Trump wants my wife to use the mens room," or some such.
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Monday, October 22nd, 2018 07:53 am
I posted about the ... gut punch... of health and human services rule making defining gender to facebook. I tend to be as guarded and apolitical at facebook as i can because i generally find it to be a problematic format and forum. I dunno, maybe i'll delete this, even.

It's been hard to find a term to describe my feeling. Gut punch is about it. Am i surprised or shocked? Not really: It's an obvious move. I suppose one can see a gut punch coming, the visceral response is there regardless of the lack of surprise. I'm not a person with an affinity for anger, so that's not stoked. I am a person who is well conditioned to shut down all feelings and just cope with moving to day to day. I am trying to let myself *feel*.

Oh my, time for work.


Exhausted.
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Sunday, October 21st, 2018 05:15 pm
I am happy to be home. I am doubly relieved that the news about the US Dept Health and Human Services broke this morning so i could tell Christine not to read the news before picking me up and i could tell her in person.

The Trump administration is considering narrowly defining gender as a biological, immutable condition determined by genitalia at birth,.... the Department of Health and Human Services is spearheading an effort to establish a legal definition of sex under Title IX, the federal civil rights law that bans gender discrimination in education programs that receive government financial assistance, according to a memo obtained by The New York Times.


The news brought me to tears in the Atlanta airport. There are no words. Christine is coping. I don't know how widely the news is being spread. It was the lead story on my view of the NYTimes -- but apparently not on the print version. I guess they know i care. I suppose that it's not common news and that i shouldn't be hoping for people to reach out to Christine.

The Saudi news has been distressing this weekend too.

Once home i built the greenhouse with Christine's help, and then went and dug up lemon grass, three different pepper plants, a hibiscus, fame flower, and tulsi to put in big pots in the green house. I tried covering the rest of the peppers and the hibiscus, and i put row covers over the tiny lettuces and brassicas. It's going to get down to 35°F which isn't happy for the somewhat tropical plants so protecting them for tonight's dip might let some more peppers ripen and hibiscus bloom.

Visiting with Grandmámá went well. I asked her about how she had joined Christian Scientists. I was under the mipression she joined in Georgia (which seemed quite remarkable) but it seems she joined in Homestead FL. And she had a vivid memory of the Friday evening she discovered the Science of Mind magazine in the drugstore magazine rack in 1963. It was good to see her.

My friend B-- and her partners N-- and K--- were pleasant to visit with and dine with. I had to fly out of the Gainesville airport at 6 am this morning, so i left their place attempting not to disturb anyone. I don't know how that worked out.

I need to figure out how to go down there and zoom through seeing folks without disappointing folks. My friends wanted me to come and stay for a couple of days, but that is so different from my travel and socializing....
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Thursday, June 7th, 2018 08:30 am
Yesterday's reorg had me staring at the note in which i keep track of corporate changes. I apparently started the note in July of 2014 when the effects of new executive leadership at where i work, "The Whale," had reached a crescendo. I realize i needed a time line. This has been incredibly helpful to me since then, and i've added as much detail as i could tracking back to when the merger of "The Minnow" and "The Whale" occurred in 2006. I find myself wanting to add some other dates.

And then i thought that, while a number of you have shared the journey with me, many of you missed some of these adventures. So i thought i'd share here.

Cut for length )
So, here we are.

Not all of that reflection was about "the elephant in the room," but part of what inspired this was for me to get a sense of how long this elephant has been hanging around as well as how long i was in the crisis that put me on antidepressants to begin with.

I think Christine has made a great deal of progress out of her crisis. Admittedly, after this much time, "crisis" is no longer really a good term. Some time back i did accept to myself that this is a long term condition. I do see improvement though, and i see her making great efforts to cope. The most hard thing, i think, is that she wakes with panic attacks more often than not. She has changed from a CPAP to the more fancy thing (heated! humidified! variable pressure!) which has a little bit of improvement, but the change didn't solve the issue.

There are things left out -- my time line of involvement in Quaker meetings stands out as something significant. My Dad's surgery is important because it came just before i my body seemed to hit middle age. There are a number of things about my health -- when did i do the diet exclusion test? When were various therapists? -- but i actually think those are in another file. My siblings' marriages, their children's birth, deaths of Christine's father and my grandfather -- those are important markers, too.

What this does, though, it take some events that have duration -- the process of coming out and how long before Christine had confirmation surgery, my work misery, her crisis -- and helps me see how my sense of duration is so skewed.

--== ∞ ==--

So if i keep journaling here for another eighteen years, i will have documented half my life on LiveJournal and its descendant DreamWidth. LJ was launched nineteen years ago. (I was actually blogging on geocities in 1999. No one read it, but i was writing there.)
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Thursday, July 14th, 2016 12:33 pm
Um, no, i'm not doing the high school meme Q & A, but others' participation leads me to note that this weekend is the 30th reunion of my high school class. It's Christine's high school class, too. In fact, it is hers so than mine as i only attended the school i graduated from for three semesters. We actually attended the senior prom together. I remember when filling out a "How to stay in touch" card my senior year, i gave Christine's family as a back up address. The person right ahead of me in the alphabet rolled their eyes and indicated how unlikely it would be that it would still be useful. Of course, neither of us foresaw that we would be organizing reunions by email, so, there's that.

I'm not sure i could drive when i graduated. Maybe just? I had taken the driving class at high school #1, with a student driver license from South Carolina. My folks never had time for practicing with me, so it took a long time for me to be delivered to the North Carolina DMV to get another student license. I did what they asked me to, and the NC DMV gave me a full blown license. I was horrified. My parents responded with delight and let me loose on the road in a Chevy Suburban.

It's a miracle no people were harmed. The Suburban took a bit of a beating.

I spent my teen years in books: probably would be more appropriate for me to reread all the Elric of Melniboné books than go to a reunion. We're definitely not going, as Christine and the organizers had a back and forth that ended with her being disgusted at their unwillingness to do anything to raise HB2 issues.

Well, instead, the local Independent weekly has an interview with Christine and her sister this week: http://www.indyweek.com/indyweek/a-transgender-woman-comes-out-and-reshapes-her-north-carolina-family/Content?oid=5050646 So there's THAT.
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Friday, April 22nd, 2016 07:02 pm
I had a panicky few moments earlier today. I think i am overwhelmed by the things i am behind on at work. And of course that leads to more procrastination.

Christine is dealing with the elephants as well as all the move stuff and the coping with HB2 stuff, so i miss her. I know that things have been getting better and that they will be better, but unfortunately i feel a negative feedback loop starting with my own stress.

In NC HB2 injustice news, Christine is getting her birth certificate changed. She has two choices: leave the name as is (Christopher) or change to her legal name -- which is a different last name since she took mine. This is very distressing for her: she'd like to just change her first name. Actually the whole thing is distressing, this is just salt-in-open wound distressing.

In good news, we do have an agreement with the sellers, which includes some fixes (the siding, the moisture barrier under the house) and there's a credit to cover the clearing of the septic field. We're also going to need to get someone to move a bedroom set from my folks place to our new place. My grandmother bought it while she was living with them. It's a dark brown wood: my mother, who is not as confident as she used to be about details speculated it was walnut. It's in a simple Georgian style with Chippendale style drawer pulls. This colonial/Georgian style is what i grew up with, and therefore contempt has been bred. However, after pricing real furniture, the fact it is free and not Ikea is making the decision to say yes easy. I'm still pouting, though, as i spent too much time adoring this Amish Arts & Craft/Mission style furniture.
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Wednesday, May 13th, 2009 06:26 am
I think i defeated yesterday's onset of negativity. I came home, did laundry while fixing a yummy dinner with Christine and watching Bones. (Ah yes, yet another perfect TV show to accompany dinner. Bring out the unrecognizable corpse.) After laundry was folded up, i tucked myself into bed to read. There was exercise and a few other things to do, but i'd pretty much used up my will. Cookies called and a novel seemed like a reasonable escape route.

I probably need to plan my moments upon arriving home as i did more often. I've tried creating rituals of arrival, but my difficulty with habits along with not quite finding the way to accommodate the tides and crests and troughs of energy that aren't quite predictable has stood in my way. But last night, it worked.

Unfortunately i stayed up late reading, so i'm a bit groggy today. I don't feel beset by the negative thoughts i had yesterday afternoon -- i could tell my questioning the value of participating in twitter & facebook had far more in common with depression thinking than with a decision about how to spend my time. I posted, "Baby ducks swimming swirls into a pollen covered pond & sundazzle in the fountain. Home, to hours more daylight!" as i left the office, a bit more of the will to normalcy.

This morning i've notice my brother is not coming, which is disappointing but returns to my time and energy budget a large chunk.

Must sort out my day, i guess.

Well, that wasn't a sorting out. Another mailing list had an article about a Tennesse couple, Jo Rittenberry and Jeffery Phillips. The reporting is ... afternoon talk-show sensationalistic. I'm so happy i'd read the Jennifer Boylan NYT editorial yesterday that elegantly put forth the incredible ambiguity of status that marriages involving a transgender partner can face. Jo Rittenberry's patdown upon entering the Tennessee prison system for domestic assault against a relative and criminal impersonation stemming from allegations of credit card fraud in 2004 ripped away the legal recognition she and her husband had as a married couple for the previous couple of years.

This bit from the Leaf Chronicle is particularly infuriating as one wonders just how this "phone interview" was performed. "Hi, I'm a reporter" or "Hi, i'm calling from the state office of records"?

Rittenberry claims to have had a male-to-female genital reassignment surgery in 2003 at the clinic of Dr. Pierre Brassard and Yvon Menard in Montreal, Canada.

Brigitte Morin, medical secretary at the clinic, said in a phone interview that Rittenberry was on file as a patient at the clinic under the name Terry Jo Colby. But, she said, no sex reassignment operation was performed and no documentation was given to Rittenberry verifying such a surgery.

Morin said any letter submitted to state officials stating otherwise was not authentic.