It seems that I had the power of Snow White and the little forest creatures to clean all the dirtiest things I could clean around the house while both of my housemates were out of town.
` I took one of them home from the airport, who said, "Oh my God, you are an angel of mercy. Will you marry me?'"
` I'll take that.
` Really, I just need to put the same care into my own room and I'll be on my way to finishing all my projects -- podcasts, videos, blog posts, even more! I only just recently had gotten all of my stuff in my room put away in plastic storage containers, which I had to buy because my shelves are all in storage sheds.
` My other housemate -- his mother -- is still in Michigan due to medical issues which prevented her from flying in an airplane for (probably) a couple of weeks. She is expected to fully recover.
That aside, it was very nice completely having the house to myself, although I spent most of my time either doing things I need to do, cleaning, socializing, briefly (for the most part) getting onto Facebook, or sorting out emotional issues, rather than doing my own projects (even when the internet came back on).
` It seems I have no real excuse, although the need to spend hours cleaning was legitimate. Let's just say, the smell/allergic reactions were so intense that I almost wanted to move out upon moving in. I identified and deodorized/cleaned everything that needed it.
` I was repeatedly interrupted by Spooky the cat, who kept putting his paws in his water dish and then tracking water all over the house. Which became especially annoying when mixed with cat litter dust. I responded the most logical way possible:
` I poured the water from his bowl onto his fur. And he responded by licking it off. And pawing at the bowl until I had emptied the entire thing onto him. I even have video of this that, which will be one of the many things I am reserving for YouTube.
It is now after 6:30 in the morning. I woke up a few hours ago and could really use a little more sleep. One day, my sleep schedule will also improve. At least that's what I keep telling myself. Later, I'm planning to write the script to a new video. Until then, zzzzzzz!
Tuesday, September 25, 2018
Monday, August 13, 2018
Starting yet another new life...
I am writing this on my new phone to say that I wrote a longer post (also on my phone) and it didn't publish: But my point was that, barring disaster, I will return to blogging and making videos about everything I have learned whilst overcoming enormous obstacles, from changing my views on everything to altered states of consciousness.
Just as soon as I unpack and assemble my new room more fully.
Sunday, August 12, 2018
So, I'm moving across Seattle...
Since my last update, a lot has happened and my entire social structure has changed. And, I am moving from South Seattle to Edmonds.
I sure will miss taking care of the rainbow of sedums and snuggling with the neighbor's mind control cat, Chester. I would post photos, but my laptop is unable to find the WiFi network all of a sudden.
My new phone, which I just bought today, is connected to the WiFi, hence I can write this post using BloggerPro app.
I just wanted everyone to know that I am using my damaged brain to get on with life and be part of a better situation. Perhaps once I arrive, blogging, making videos and everything else will be easier.
For now, back to sleep. Everything must be moved tomorrow.
Thursday, July 19, 2018
Coming Out Of The Closet As Brain-Damaged...
So, last November, my brain was noticeably injured, and it could have had some very serious consequences, although I think I am past that now. I wasn't sure what I would have to tell people for a long time, but I think I'm "me" now, and I'm okay, just fuzzy-headed.
It does not affect my ability to write, although I am still wrestling with my body. Right now I have my right knee on the couch and my left foot on the floor. I am forgoing beating myself up by trying to crouch on pillows. I can't hold this position for long, but I would like to say I am officially out of physical pain since the 1996 injury that my parents punished me for having, I'm just dealing with tension now.
` I'm also doing vocal exercises to keep my voice from cracking since it went down an octave last year. That's how good my neck is doing -- I can hold my head up, turn it normally, feel air pass through the left side of my trachea, and my tongue no longer protrudes from my mouth, so I don't constantly have to pull it in. And yes, I have a deep, resonant voice!
This is all a lot more interesting than I'm making it out to be, it's just difficult to keep my balance.
I have much more to add to my blog, and have many more videos to make, including my podcast, which is what this blog is named after, however, the sound on my NEW computer isn't working! So, I'm about to take my laptop to the shop to see what's what. If I can't get it fixed, I will have to buy another expensive big laptop (it has to be large in order to accommodate my physical disabilities).
I have SO MUCH STUFF I've just not been putting online, so I hope to remedy that once I get my computer back.
It does not affect my ability to write, although I am still wrestling with my body. Right now I have my right knee on the couch and my left foot on the floor. I am forgoing beating myself up by trying to crouch on pillows. I can't hold this position for long, but I would like to say I am officially out of physical pain since the 1996 injury that my parents punished me for having, I'm just dealing with tension now.
` I'm also doing vocal exercises to keep my voice from cracking since it went down an octave last year. That's how good my neck is doing -- I can hold my head up, turn it normally, feel air pass through the left side of my trachea, and my tongue no longer protrudes from my mouth, so I don't constantly have to pull it in. And yes, I have a deep, resonant voice!
This is all a lot more interesting than I'm making it out to be, it's just difficult to keep my balance.
I have much more to add to my blog, and have many more videos to make, including my podcast, which is what this blog is named after, however, the sound on my NEW computer isn't working! So, I'm about to take my laptop to the shop to see what's what. If I can't get it fixed, I will have to buy another expensive big laptop (it has to be large in order to accommodate my physical disabilities).
I have SO MUCH STUFF I've just not been putting online, so I hope to remedy that once I get my computer back.
Tuesday, May 8, 2018
Is Gender For Real?
To be unexpectedly honest, my own gender identity has seemed unclear for most of my life until about ten days ago. This is the first time I can remember that I have ever definitely felt that I was female, and just typing that sentence feels amazing. All my life I've been learning about gender and wondering why it is that I never could find that sense within myself, and now that I sense it, it seems quite different than I had expected.
` There are many reasons why this should not surprise anyone: Part of this is due to nature -- my more masculine brain development due to Asperger's -- but probably most of it is because of the way I was treated for most of my life. To start with, I was raised as a subhuman, as though my mind nor health were not valid considerations, yet acting "like a girl" and pretending that nothing's wrong was vital to existence.
` My dad told me that women are property, and that I would grow up to be a drug-addicted whore. Both my parents said that the tortuously agonizing symptoms of the potentially lethal chronic infection in my uterus were normal, that I was faking my fever and inability to move for days, that I'd have to endure this until middle age, and would be punished if I told a doctor. (When I did tell a doctor, at age 20, he refused to acknowledge my symptoms, and injured my genitals, which hurt so badly I couldn't sit right for years.)
` On top of that, the injuries I sustained in childhood which I was not permitted to see a doctor about gradually twisted my body and caused my lower back and glutes to atrophy. Some of the pain and disabilities this caused were interpreted as me "being bad", or "unladylike", and others were considered a part of "being female" because women are so weak that they're severely disabled, right?
I really, really didn't want to live as what I was told was 'female', and felt ashamed of being one: How could women be so stupid as to accept this as a desirable fate?
` Throughout my life, my sense of gender has been ground into oblivion due to brutal physical, sexual, medical, and emotional abuse and torture. I have been focusing on and pursuing my sense of humanity, but it was only recently that I discovered a sense of gender within me as well.
` This has happened as I've been recovering from a neurologically and physiologically rough time -- more on that in another post -- and I am more determined than ever to pursue writing, science, art, music, and everything that makes me more me-like. In so doing, I have written a sizeable chunk of text which is perfect for copying and pasting here.
` It is actually a comment I left for a YouTube video by user Black Pigeon Speaks, who condescendingly argues that the psychological and medical community in general is just plain wrong about the existence of gender, and that the real solution for transgender people is to give them antipsychotics.
` Never mind that locking up transgender individuals and giving them antipsychotics against their will used to be the norm, and still happens in some parts of the world, despite the fact that it doesn't work and is extremely psychologically damaging.
I don't normally watch such videos, and likely because of that I don't normally leave blog post-sized comments, but... I was compelled to make an exception. I've met/known a lot of transgender people in my life and have found that they are just normal people who want to be accepted as who they are.
` Since Black Pigeon gave the impression that people who oppose his views are ignorant of science and blinded by self-righteousness, I left a thoughtful and science-based comment that is certainly good enough to cut and paste here, with a small amount of editing, and some added stuff [in brackets], so here goes...
` There are many reasons why this should not surprise anyone: Part of this is due to nature -- my more masculine brain development due to Asperger's -- but probably most of it is because of the way I was treated for most of my life. To start with, I was raised as a subhuman, as though my mind nor health were not valid considerations, yet acting "like a girl" and pretending that nothing's wrong was vital to existence.
` My dad told me that women are property, and that I would grow up to be a drug-addicted whore. Both my parents said that the tortuously agonizing symptoms of the potentially lethal chronic infection in my uterus were normal, that I was faking my fever and inability to move for days, that I'd have to endure this until middle age, and would be punished if I told a doctor. (When I did tell a doctor, at age 20, he refused to acknowledge my symptoms, and injured my genitals, which hurt so badly I couldn't sit right for years.)
` On top of that, the injuries I sustained in childhood which I was not permitted to see a doctor about gradually twisted my body and caused my lower back and glutes to atrophy. Some of the pain and disabilities this caused were interpreted as me "being bad", or "unladylike", and others were considered a part of "being female" because women are so weak that they're severely disabled, right?
I really, really didn't want to live as what I was told was 'female', and felt ashamed of being one: How could women be so stupid as to accept this as a desirable fate?
` Throughout my life, my sense of gender has been ground into oblivion due to brutal physical, sexual, medical, and emotional abuse and torture. I have been focusing on and pursuing my sense of humanity, but it was only recently that I discovered a sense of gender within me as well.
` This has happened as I've been recovering from a neurologically and physiologically rough time -- more on that in another post -- and I am more determined than ever to pursue writing, science, art, music, and everything that makes me more me-like. In so doing, I have written a sizeable chunk of text which is perfect for copying and pasting here.
` It is actually a comment I left for a YouTube video by user Black Pigeon Speaks, who condescendingly argues that the psychological and medical community in general is just plain wrong about the existence of gender, and that the real solution for transgender people is to give them antipsychotics.
` Never mind that locking up transgender individuals and giving them antipsychotics against their will used to be the norm, and still happens in some parts of the world, despite the fact that it doesn't work and is extremely psychologically damaging.
I don't normally watch such videos, and likely because of that I don't normally leave blog post-sized comments, but... I was compelled to make an exception. I've met/known a lot of transgender people in my life and have found that they are just normal people who want to be accepted as who they are.
` Since Black Pigeon gave the impression that people who oppose his views are ignorant of science and blinded by self-righteousness, I left a thoughtful and science-based comment that is certainly good enough to cut and paste here, with a small amount of editing, and some added stuff [in brackets], so here goes...
Wednesday, January 17, 2018
Still blooming through the winter!
I have been beaten down by a number of things before and since last post, and I thank all of you who are supportive. It was extremely nice to visit some friends on Christmas Eve. It has also been nice to make budding, new connections. (Ahem.)
` However, I still sometimes go out and get high off handling dirt, mostly removing male pine cones from the sedums and iceplants. I know it's been a while since I've posted succulent photos, and I have so many new plants I haven't shown on my blog (although I have on Facebook).
I am actually planning to back-post some photos, showing what they have looked like over the months. Right now marks the first time I've loaded and edited some photos on this "new" computer I got on Black Friday. I had extended technical difficulties both with my health and with this laptop, but now everything seems in working order.
` It also amazes me what one can be motivated to do when the neighbor's cat spends his time on your desk area. You know, where my stuff is supposed to be organized, but keeps getting unorganized? He enjoys playing a part in that. And so we got him a cat perch so that doesn't happen. It works, too!
The first time I turned on this laptop since last post was the day after writing it, when I probably took half an hour or so to figure out how to find WordPad, and then wrote a large part of a script for a new video. The second time I turned on this laptop was at the beginning of the year, when I started writing this blog post, and then rounded up some video clips for my next video.
` I was able to find all but the one with the music on it. I also found a video editing program, but my computer was too slow to run it.
` Not only was this laptop incredibly slow, but the left shift key didn't work. I had actually found these things when I bought this laptop, but then I caught a severe sinus infection and was brutally ill for about a month, and two courses of antibiotics. While I was sick, I thought perhaps that these problems were not real, but a result of my being incompetent.
` No, they're definitely not because of me.
` So I took this laptop to the tech support part of the electronic store... and it worked perfectly. Apparently, there were some Windows Updates slowing it down, or something, but they didn't happen in the store. And the corner of the shift key popped back out. Spontaneously! It works now!
` So, here's some more sedum photos:
` However, I still sometimes go out and get high off handling dirt, mostly removing male pine cones from the sedums and iceplants. I know it's been a while since I've posted succulent photos, and I have so many new plants I haven't shown on my blog (although I have on Facebook).
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| "October Plant" sedum, still blooming in January! |
` It also amazes me what one can be motivated to do when the neighbor's cat spends his time on your desk area. You know, where my stuff is supposed to be organized, but keeps getting unorganized? He enjoys playing a part in that. And so we got him a cat perch so that doesn't happen. It works, too!
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| Chester is the most affectionate, happy, energetic cat I can hope to indulge. |
` I was able to find all but the one with the music on it. I also found a video editing program, but my computer was too slow to run it.
` Not only was this laptop incredibly slow, but the left shift key didn't work. I had actually found these things when I bought this laptop, but then I caught a severe sinus infection and was brutally ill for about a month, and two courses of antibiotics. While I was sick, I thought perhaps that these problems were not real, but a result of my being incompetent.
` No, they're definitely not because of me.
` So I took this laptop to the tech support part of the electronic store... and it worked perfectly. Apparently, there were some Windows Updates slowing it down, or something, but they didn't happen in the store. And the corner of the shift key popped back out. Spontaneously! It works now!
` So, here's some more sedum photos:
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