Oh, no, Windsparrow! I'm so sorry.

My heart goes out to you both. It's so hard.

I'm sorry, WS.

I'm so sorry, Windsparrow.

Thank you all so much. We were so blessed to have Sammie as part of our family.

Love never dies. It hurts right now, but it isn't gone from our lives.

My condolences, WS. We never get enough time with them.

They give us so much love, but they just can't stay. I thought maybe the hardest thing to do would be lying down to sleep without Sammie, because she usually came up to bed with me and would snuggle and purr next to me. But I am finding that when I do go to bed, I think about all that love and smile.

That's beautiful, Andi. May the knowledge that you gave her such a good life, filled with an abundance of love, comfort you now.

My DH has declared me a horrible cat mom. Meanwhile, I am laughing hysterically. Yesterday when I went out in my front yard to watch the sunset, as is my custom, I opened the back sliding doors so that the dog could go in and out as she pleased since I had just fed them all. After sunset I came back in and closed the back doors so the mosquitoes wouldn't come in and eat me up. I proceeded to do this and that, then made dinner for us. We ate then settled in to watch some tv and one of us remarked that it was odd that the cats weren't joining us for snuggles. Hmm, you know I thought it really odd that they weren't bugging me when I ate scallops for dinner. Ooops! They must have gone outside. We go to the back sliders and they are both sitting there staring at us. They bounded back inside and I gave them treats.

They have little to no interest in going outside so I didn't think anything of it when I closed the door. Usually they either lie right inside the door looking out, or if they go out it isn't far. Maybe a squirrel attracted their attention or something.

Anyway, this morning DH still says I am a terrible mom and I still find it hysterical. And I have the door open today too! Ms Scully goes out and cats around, but Mr Mulder has zero interest. He will stand at the open door and meow at her to come home.

Adventures In Showing Your Ass Online, or

Vagina/Vulva II: This Time It's Cissplainin'

Hi, Trudy!

Since you've deleted all your participation in the conversation on my Facebook wall, and deleted my own comment on your wall, here's another location for you to "not acknowledge my scolding".

I hope that, although you clearly don't have the integrity to stand by your own words & face their consequences, or to apologise to the trans man you treated so poorly, that at least you have the grace to feel ashamed of your cowardice.

Although odds aren't looking good at this point.

I thought better of you. But you clearly RECOGNISE you fucked up with your cissplaining and your belittling, and that if the trans and non binary friends whom you kept evoking as a magical authority to allow you to lecture a trans man about the trans experience and trans history DID see you showing your ass in public, they wouldn't be the cheerleading squad you kept insisting on.

Dear God.

I dare say I'll fuck up in a similar way, because being privileged means constantly fucking up and having to start over, but when I do next show my ass the way you did today, Leah, I pray to God that when the penny drops I will have the balls and decency to APOLOGISE to the person I have thoughtlessly bulldozed - and not give some fucking shitweasel non-apology that implies I'm not responsible for any discomfort the other party may have happened to experience and then flounce off pretending to be the injured party.

("I'm sorry this conversation was not a good one for you", after you'd lectured him about how lucky he was to be living now, and told him how good he has it, for fuck's sakes.)

My God.

I thought better of you. This spineless shielding-your-own-image bit of retconning instead of acknowledging your mistake and apologising to Eli for talking down to him about trans history and his lived experience while trumpeting your own expertise in trans issues was all cowardice, vanity and ego, and FUCK ALL in the way of actual allyship.

I had no notion you were so intellectually dishonest.

But however much you enjoyed boasting that your words couldn't possibly be problematic because you have trans friends who know and trust you (and we all know that "some of my best friends are x" is a flawless strategy for ensuring you're in the right, especially when lecturing people who ARE x about the history of x) I think we BOTH know at this stage that either they DON'T really know you - or, if they do, they know they cannot trust you.

Because you damn well know they would have called you on your bullshit if they saw the words you have now erased to make yourself look better, and that's precisely why you erased them.

I hope you have the self awareness to be squirming in mortification at how poorly you've behaved, but it rather looks like you don't - like all you care about is how you LOOK.

So here we go. Extract yourself from THIS conversation and feel free to shove the collected writings of Kate Bornstein up your patronising arse sideways while you're at it.

#SorryBuffistas #ButThisWasUnacceptableAF #Fuckery #Dishonesty #WorryingAboutYourFuckingImage #NonApology #CheckYourFuckingPrivilegePeople #AllTalkAndNoFuckingSubstance #Ego #Diva #Unbefuckinglievable #BurnItAllDown

Color me shocked.