These aren’t in any particular order.
- When I tell my mother how Phil McGraw presented someone as a doctor and an expert on trans when they were just an evangelist, she laughs.
- When I am looking in Avenue, a clerk asks if I am shopping for a “female person,” making it clear that she did not approve of anything else. I was shopping for my mother, but not hers to judge.
- After I throw spilled ice out of the car, a woman drives by and curses at me.
- My father natters on to me about the paper he has been asked to review, making no sense.
- My mother refuses to go to the bathroom on any one else’s schedule, so both of us wait.
- It’s Thanksgiving tomorrow, and I am denied any attempt at being actually festive.
- The car I am driving, the one that I told people was bad but that they wanted me to keep driving, not only has oil leaks, check engine light and bad brakes, but now also has a throbbing shot muffler.
- I saw My Best Friend’s Girl and am aching to satisfy my pussy.
- I have to make dinner tomorrow with not even help about schedule, guests or menu
- I have been invited to a fabulous TransGiving and there is no way that I can go.
- I need to relax and shake this off, but am interrupted every five minutes or so.
- Usually on Black Friday my sister and I go shopping, but this year she hasn’t even attempted to repair the breech that she, my father and my mother created.
- My head is throbbing with pain, the “feels like my ears will bleed” kind.
- Christmas is everywhere, which means more obligations for me and less joy.
- It’s been way too long that I have to pee my mother, like after midnight and at 4 AM last night
- The Bush administration has screwed the world.
Callan 