That talk sounds completely @@.

There's a decent assumption that people might be making that I'm gay too, so it's different. You're not as likely to mistakenly identify someone as black or not as you are to mess up your gaydar.

Being gay and being black are not completely parallel, though they experience types of discrimination in common (career, etc). And of course, those circles overlap. There are queer black people (I know y'all know that, am just making it explicit in the discussion). Black people, unless there is a serious skin hue issue, don't tend to be rejected and ostracized by their own families for being black, as happens to many queer people. There aren't any "pray the black away" camps, AFAIK. White gay people, I would assume, experience fewer assumptions about their intelligence level and criminality. Both can get their asses kicked for being in the wrong place at the wrong time. Both get called nasty names.

Intersectionality! That's the word I was trying to think of.

All three onerous phone calls have actually resulted in talking to people and getting stuff done, including getting the form I need for the free trial period at the gym, which I desperately need right now. Laundry is done. Now picking up prescriptions, grabbing dinner, packing, and then beach!

I have stuff to say, but my brain doesn't work, because I am sick as a effing sick dog.

I may be grey for a few days. Or I may post stupid shit.

Was it Lennon that said "Women are the n*ggers of the world?" (Hate that word, and hesitate even to ref it in a quote -- NO OFFENSE AT ALL INTENDED. I will say fuck, et. al. all day long, but the n word and fag/dyke/kike/beaner etc make me see red.)

Can't remember. But all I know for sure is that I personally would never play the "Ooh, more marginalized than thou" game because it's zero sum. (Not saying anyone is here, BTW.) And my issues are only being a woman, and being fat. Medically termed obese at 185 lbs and 5'4".

Focus on making marginalization and -isms stop, not playing brinkmanship. Again, talking to world, not 'Ffistas.

Posting from bed. Pass out soon.

You go, sj!

Feel better soon, Erin.

Focus on making marginalization and -isms stop, not playing brinkmanship. Again, talking to world, not 'Ffistas.

That's pretty darn coherent, considering how sick you are.

Arrgh. Not going to make self-imposed application submission deadline, even though I gave myself an extra day.

Hmm. My plan to get a little rest during the hour in the afternoon when there aren't any talks I want to see ended up being a bit more rest than I'd planned. Oops.

You must have really needed it.

I only ended up working for an hour or so today, but just in that time the ED introduced me to 4 or 5 people, one of whom took my number and says he thinks he and people he knows have enough paid work to keep me busy while I look for a job. Yay! Moneys! To be buying the foods! (And, let's be honest, the alcohols). And pay the bills.

you rock, smonster.

Worked with my friend's employees today. OMG, they need me.

Thanks to the bleed-off of wigginess you all provided for me last night, I was able to have the '4 categories of work for one price is not reasonable and, if I try to do this myself, my head will explode' conversation.

It want pretty well. She isn't trying to take advantage, she's just naive about what it takes to do things she needs done.

I can't criticize, she has built an awesome business.

I was especially glad to be able to save her from a world of hurt with a client dog she needs to refer out, right now. I'm not sure how the intake interviews go (I'll probably end up rewriting it, regardless) but this dog should never have been taken on. He's a danger to the walkers and to himself. I'm not even sure I could help that family as the doggy lama. So, that was a feel-good moment.

The walker was great with him...really caring and confident. Unfortunately, that walker is leaving and the new walker can't do it. I wouldn't do it.

Poor thing.

Yay, smonster!

We are at the beach. My family is already annoying me but it might just be that I'm uber cranky.