I got a new phone today, after dropping mine and spiderwebbing the screen well over two years ago, and this is the first picture I took with it. The camera is so much better than even my actual camera and I miss photography, the way I used to obsessively document the seasons. It’s distantly fascinating, the way that photography affects depression for me. Even on my bike I feel like an anomaly, an insertion into a fully-formed world — like I am on a different TV channel, flickering through the static. But I lean over the lake, trying to capture the way the water undulates under the sheets of ice, snapping pictures in the seconds before frostbite — or I crouch down on the sidewalk, dirt grinding into my knees, searching for the reddest and goldest and yellowest leaves of fall — or I even just stop for a moment on the corner, considering the fading raindrops on flower petals, and I feel like a proud child. Look, I announce, tugging at an imaginary hand, pointing to the pictures. I have been here, do you see? There is dirt on my shins so I am solid, concrete: I have taken these pictures so I am here, I exist, I exist.
I think I’m incredibly lucky that, for the last 28 years, one of my best friends has been a lesbian trans woman: she introduced me to, and opened my eyes to, several communities that I would never have encountered that early in my life without her. I’m glad that Sandman meant that people who might otherwise have never met me felt impelled to get in touch, or empowered to change their lives, and that many of those people have become friends over the years.
I think I’m blessed to have a queer daughter and a bi wife. And I like living in countries where the rainbow spectrum of people is celebrated.
Speaking as a trans woman, seeing someone like myself presented in your works as being a normal human being, rather than a caricature (at best) or subhuman (at worst) as is so often the portrayal of us in fiction, was incredibly strengthening. When it feels like all the world is against you sometimes all you need is a reminder that, despite all the shit the world can throw at you, you’re human just like everyone else. And I loved Wanda and Sandman for that.
Thank you! (That made my day. Happy Pride Day.)
Ok, so here’s personal story time.
I went to Disney World Magic Kingdom today wearing this pink and white sun dress and my hair was in soft curls. My hair is sort of long, but you can’t really tell that from the picture.
Anyway, we were walking around for a little while, and then this mother walked up to me holding her daughter’s hand. At first I kind of got nervous because I don’t just get randomly talked to on the norm. But then the mother kind of embarrassingly said “I don’t mean to bother you dear, but my daughter here has been asking me non stop since she’s seen you if you were Sleeping Beauty and if it’s your day off.”
Ok, now I do not look like any Disney Princess. So I assumed she only thought this because of my hair and dress (I would imagine if Sleeping Beauty were walking around Disney in the summertime on her day off she would wear a pink sun dress. Or blue lol).
I looked down at the daughter, who was wearing a Sleeping Beauty kids dress and she was kind of hiding behind her mom and smiling. So instead of telling her no, this is what I did:
I bent down to my knees so I could be on her level and I said, “Oh Princess, you must have just woken up for behaving so silly. Obviously you are Princess Aurora, aren’t you?” I pointed to her dress. “It really is an honor to meet you. You’re my favorite Disney Princess.” By now she was giggling and moving out from behind her mom. “But I have to warn you. I heard that an evil sorceress is out to get you, so be careful. Make sure you be safe and stay away from spinning wheels!” I looked up at the girl’s mother who had the biggest smile on her face. “Ok Princess, you better get back to running the kingdom. And remember to always keep dreaming!” The girl then gave me a hug. When they were walking away the mother turned back to me and I noticed her eyes were watery. She mouthed “thank you”.
And that, ladies and gentlemen, gave me the most satisfying feeling I have ever had.
last time i went to disney land someone mistook me for a trash collector
I just spit everywhere
can she just get an award or something
I reblog this whenever it pops up on my dash.
So many directions she could have gone with this joke…out of infinite possibilities…she picked the best possible direction.
Oh man, I almost passed out from laughing so hard.
Love her smile, too.
walked to grocery store, got a few appraising glances
cool, i thought to ever-nonexistent self-esteem, maybe I’m desirable.
got home, realized i had somehow scratched the bridge of my nose, and there was a small but thick trickle of blood from the bridge down to the nostril.
so, y’know… /wink. /flirt.
EVERYONE CAN GO HOME NOW. THIS ONE WINS.
we’re already home
this is even better than the dean winchester sleeping one
i still think its 2012
me last week, signing something:
"it’s the 14th, right?"
"uh, the 10th."
"oh. well, shit."
"…it’s not 2012 either, is it."