Life with my FTM boy

“I see, so if I don’t have sex with you I’m a prude bitch, if I use the pill I’m a slut, if I get pregnant I’m an idiot, and if I choose abortion I’m Satan. Yay.”
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If you live in the FORT WORTH, TEXAS area, go eat at Potbelly’s on University Dr! If we get 200 through the door, 25% of their proceeds go to our cause

Let’s support Haiti relief, the Tarrant County Women’s Center, and Assault Prevention Theatre! EAT A SANDWICH!

VDay Campaign!

I’ve been crazy busy for a while, and haven’t been posting almost at all. I have my reasons.

One of those reasons is happening next week! I am directing a performance of The Vagina Monologues - and our shows are next Friday!

After that I should be back soon. :)

Let me know if you’re interested in coming to see a performance!

today, he made the day beautiful

I’m having a rough time with life right now. I’m busy in a way that I have never been busy before: I literally have scheduled something almost every waking hour every day of the week. It means that I look at my wreck of a room and want to cry; it’s so messy, but I don’t have the time to pick it up. I hit the ground running when I moved back in for the semester, and never got settled in. I’m wearing dirty clothes from the hampers, pulling things off the floor, and finding papers everywhere.

So, I’m stressed. And last night I told him. And though last night he said exactly what I didn’t want to hear, today he made me realize one of the many reasons I love him.

Because he’s just so damn cute. And thoughtful. And amazing.

8:19 AM, Text: “Sending love, hope, and peace your way.”

9:13 AM, IM: “Woof! Distraction

12:59 PM, Text: “I love you.”

2:17 PM, Voicemail: “You are my sunshine, my only sunshine, you make me happy when skys are grey! You’ll never know dear, how much I love you, so please don’t take my sunshine away.”

5:56 PM, Email: “Pics from Our Sunday morning tea.”

9:16 PM, Text: “Thinking of you.”

9:42 PM, Email: “You are the direction of the universe that I want to know everything about.”

10:00(ish) PM, Blog Post: “…I love her so much and sometimes I wonder if I keep on asking myself these questions because I’ll never really have the answers, I’ll never really have the words to describe her, the words to explain who she is, deep down. I’m learning to write volumes on it now, in my head, but it’s because I know her, and I want to know her...”

10:29 PM, Text: “I was just writing you a dirty text message and saying you should call me…”


This does not include the multiple conversations and sometimes not even the full amount of what was said.

Sometimes I feel like I don’t deserve this. What did I do to merit such love? Nothing, really. He makes me feel special. He makes me feel loved. When I am with him, I am confident and beautiful and knowledgable and nurturing and learning and living and whole.

He makes my days shine.

this dapper fellow is my new boyfriend…or me. :)

this dapper fellow is my new boyfriend…or me. :)

(via myselfinmind)

“Inside, I am a beautiful woman. The Trickster tapped me in my mother’s womb and placed me in this man’s shell. At least I understand what happened. How many like me live our lives without ever knowing? How many of us never feel right in the world where we live, and never realize that a god turned our lives on end? Some of us even claim the the Trickster is one of us, and made us so She/He has company.”

Okha/Amber in Bloodhound, by Tamora Pierce

She has always been one of my favorite authors. Every time I reread her novels, I am stunned by the complex portrayal of gender and sexuality that she adds to young adult books. Though they are not centered around sexuality, her books focus on heroines who understand other people and promote tolerance and empathy.

Vic Hunt: Boy with a Cunt

Go see Vic Hunt’s second lesson: Sexual Orientation: It’s more complicated than it seems!

To watch (it starts at 8:05) go to this chat room:
 http://tinychat.com/drbeaverboy?time=1328233716761

To read his blog go to:
drbeaverboy.com
drbeaverboy.tumblr.com

Check it out!