For the first time ever, my local area had a Pride march!  We had a small rally with three speakers who represented a range of ages and experiences, and then we marched a short loop.  I carried the bi pride flag, which made me ridiculously happy.  We had at least 50 or 60 people, a pretty good turnout for the first year, especially when a lot of people went up to Capital Pride instead.

After the ugly reception that a prior Pride event had gotten (people felt the need to tear down flyers and to put up anti-LGBT religious signs in their cars near the event), I was worried we’d be catching some kind of flak from the religious haters.  Particularly as motivated as they were to cause a stink about library sex ed because (gasp!) the teacher was queer.  But, there was no pushback that I saw.

For me, the best moment was when one of the speakers, a genderqueer teen, talked about the depression he’d* gone through as a kid. He mentioned how part of accepting himself was accepting being fat as a good thing and reclaiming that word.  I applauded, he pointed at me and grinned, and it turned into a round of applause.  I was really happy to be able to kick off an outpouring of support for a fat teen, that yes, it is okay to be fat, your body is awesome, and you are awesome.

*He was introduced by someone who knows him personally using he/him pronouns, but he didn’t actually say those were his pronouns. I’m going with he/him/his based on the info I have. So, awesome genderqueer teen, if you happen to be reading this and you go, “Wow, that’s me…but those aren’t my pronouns!” please let me know & I’ll make corrections.


Trying to Rise from the Ashes

Wow, tonight sucked.  President-elect Donald Trump.  I’m not okay with this, and I don’t know how we as a nation are okay with this.  (I’m pretty sure that we as a nation aren’t actually, and that voter suppression played a huge role.)

It got me thinking about what I can do, in my little corner of the universe, to make things better and brighter.  I’ve been meaning to set up a Patreon for some time.  I have a full-time job, so it’s not about the cash, but about the emotional validation of someone liking my writing enough to pay money for it. (I kind of get that at my job, but they pay me more for my XML skills and my ability to beat Microsoft Office into submission than the quality of my prose.) And, it’s about raising money for good causes by doing the work I’m already doing—writing about fat acceptance and social justice from my geeky progressive Christian perspective.

So, if you feel inclined to toss a few bucks my way, I will happily accept them and pass them along to four awesome organizations:  Planned Parenthood, NAAFA, the Ali Forney Center, and the International Rescue Committee.  And, since looking out for women’s reproductive choices, fat people, LGBTQ youth, and refugees is the absolute opposite of Trump’s stated goals, it’s a nice little protest against the soon-to-be Dumpster Fire-In Chief.