The world
Hot and dry again. Found time to repot the new flowers after all, I’m glad to say. News remains unbearable, but sometimes I get to hear all the baby birds in the fern chirping as loud as they can for whatever food mama bird has brought them. And that is good.
The kiddo
When I picked him up from daycare he had big purple stains by his mouth, and ran full tilt to the gate to tell me “I have been eating mulberries.” Indeed he has. Tried very hard to get me to recreate a game with puppets at the doctors that we’d played with Hoy the other day, but alas, it was impossible – I cannot have a pupped on both hands AND ALSO give those puppets a check-up.
Me
Made it through all the bookmarked articles and started organizing thoughts in the outline a little better. I’ll give that a bit more and the just start writing; with all the cites pulled out so neatly, I’m hoping it will go fast. I was somehow taken aback by the realization that not everybody who spends a lot of time thinking about trans folks or doing research on them is proceeding from the same basic assumptions that I am. And so there is a body of what looks, to me, like transphobic academic literature. I think the science is bad, but I also *want* the science to be bad. I suppose we’ll see what happens with the TYP kiddos … will most of them suddenly give all this up after puberty? Somehow I doubt it. Somehow I think that if everybody around you thinks basically you’ll give this up as long as you’re not encouraged too much, that’d make a lot of people think that what they want or who they are are not good things to want or be. That’s what I think.