Because I'm a masochist, I will live-tweet Anderson Cooper's interview with Caitlyn Jenner this evening, so that you don't have to watch it. Follow along here. ๐
Part of the challenge of live-tweeting a discussion with Jenner is that she rambles like someone who doesn't know what she's talking about. Because she doesn't. I'll do my best to cover all I can.
Dana Bash: "What kind of training do you have to be Governor of California?"
I've been posting a lot about anti-trans stuff lately, which can be a huge bummer for many reasons, partly for the way it overshadows wonderful moments of trans people just being treated like anyone else. So, I have a nice memory for you this morning... (thread)
A few years ago, my friend @rpbp was at GW Hospital (she's recovered nicely now), and I went to visit most days during my lunch break. The entrance is next to the Metro and GW campus, so it's not unusual to see folks selling merch or generally hanging out.
Maybe the second or third day I went to visit her, I noticed five or six older gentlemen had a chess table set up and were playing each other, smoking, having a good time. And I love playing chess, so...
Caitlyn Jenner is appearing on Hannity this evening. I'm gonna watch to see if Hannity uses her authentic pronouns and how she responds. Because I just have a hunch.
You may follow along with my live-tweeting without having to watch.
Gosh, I haven't watched Hannity since, like, 2004. My aunt back then was a huge fan. We, uh... don't talk anymore.
I would never be so bold as to claim with 100% certainty that I'm hot, but I mean... the evidence speaks for itself. I can't help that. Hot is hot. I am hot.
Thank you for coming to my TEDยฎ Talk.
Listen, if you can't occasionally use Twitter to troll transphobes with grandiose personal statements, I don't really know why we're all here.
After watching "Allen v. Farrow", I started writing a long essay on my childhood rape, the fallout, the lack of justice, the anger, the suicidality, all of it.
It's still not finished, and I'm not sure I'll ever publish it. I just find myself filled with rage. Never goes away.
My rapist is in a box in the ground. An adult I should have trusted above anyone else. And there's nothing left after that. You can't argue with the ground.
Rage is exhausting. It's draining. And I try my best to navigate it. I honestly still don't know how.
I've written about 4,000 words, so far. And every time I think I might get it ready to publish, I just can't really bring myself to do it. I think my main problem is reconciling a need to seek justice through truth, which somehow costs a measure of dignity. That's a high price.