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Sigh. Intercon time again, and because I'm still so consistently slammed, I'm not even running anything this year. Made that choice in an effort to feel less burnt, but now I'm sad I'm not doing much at this event that I've always enjoyed. It's been harder and harder to participate in Intercon has time has gone on, and it's not showing any sign of changing. 😔
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In the past several months I made a change to how I use social media. I put limits in place to block certain platforms that were actively chipping at my mental health, and to ensure I couldn't spend more than two hours a day on social media in general. I'd been increasingly developing the habit of compulsive scrolling and refreshing, and I really hated how much time I was wasting on dumb shit I didn't care about. I put in the blockers and gave the password to Bernie so I couldn't get around them. I've had abortive attempts at this in the past, so this seemed necessary to actually make it happen.

It was a rough transition. I've been having some mental health issues off and on since March of this year. I feel embarrassed saying this, seeing as in the last year so much of my life has been not only good, but a serious improvement over how things had been previously-- I got a new job that was a huge step up in my career, I moved into a new house, Bernie and I get to live together now. I don't mean to be ungrateful or unappreciative of all those great things. But I keep falling into intermittent low moods, and anxiety spikes hit me out of nowhere and sometimes keep my awake at night. A rough period was the precipitating event for the social media diet, since it seemed to be aggravating the condition.

For a few weeks after, my brain seemed to go into intense dopamine withdrawal, unable to focus on or get interested in anything. I felt like a lump and do anything was a struggle. It was especially rough in stressed out moments where I could feel the addictive behaviors coming out. But eventually I evened out. I no longer feel so under-stimulated, and some days I don't even hit the two hour limit. I'm certainly relieved at that.

But I was hoping I'd feel better in the day to day. I've been long concerned that social media aggravates the depression, and I was kind of hoping that cutting back might improve my general sense of wellbeing. I don't really think I've experienced that. I was also hoping it might help with my engagement issues, my trouble to get interested enough in anything to pay attention to it. But no luck there either, at least not that I've noted.

It's pretty disappointing. This has always been my problem-- I've always been good about changing my behavior to make things better. But altering how I FEEL, finding any way to change my emotions, I never seem to be able to manage.

Still, there are tangible benefits. I definitely waste less time, which always led to a huge sense of self-disgust, so I'm glad to be experiencing less of that. I've been reading more and more books, and having a much easier time doing so. I had years where I was barely reading any long-form anything, a huge source of consternation and shame, and I've vastly outstripped my reading goal for the year already. It may be a sign that it's improving my ability to focus. That I will definitely take.

Maybe it needs more time. Patience is not my strong suit. But, as a show I'm fond of says, it gets eaiser. But you have to do it every day.

That's the hard part.
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Kevin Conroy passed.

Batman. My Batman. The Batman. One of the single most important, influential performances of my life.

We all have the pieces of art that shaped us, became part of our DNA. Batman: The Animated Series is one of those for me, in my bones in a way that shapes the way I move through the world. It shows up in my own art in a thousand small ways. There would certainly, certainly be no Mrs. Hawking without it. Mrs. Hawking came out of his version of the bat.

I’ve kind of given up on Batman films and television anymore. Even though he’s probably my all time favorite superhero, I just kept running up again and again against the fact that, even if they’re interesting or good… they aren’t him. They’re always kind of unsatisfying because he was Batman. Nobody was ever better, or more right. Every time, especially if it was an animated vocal role, I was like, “Why don’t they just get him?” So I quit even giving them a chance, because I knew they would never measure up.

Kevin Conroy knew how to differentiate the voices in a way that was full of meaning. He knew that he was his truest self when he wore the mask, and that Bruce Wayne was a charming façade. He had the wit to make Bruce seem a silly, inconsequential man so that people would dismiss him and leave him to his work. He knew when to let Batman break down due to his essential tragedy, and when to take a light touch— because as coping mechanisms go, being Batman is pretty cool. He made Batman.

While there are many famous actors I would enjoy meeting, for various reasons, I always said there were only two I would LOSE MY SHIT in front of because of the degree to which I admired their work. One is David Hyde Pierce, whose Niles Crane is another one of those in-my-bones characters. The other is— now was —Kevin Conroy. Because he was Batman, my Batman, the real and only Batman. The one who shaped the rest of my artistic life.

Mrs. Hawking stands on the rooftops above the city because he did first. She knows the mask is her realer self, because he showed what that looked like. Everything she knows, she learned watching him. He was vengeance. He was the night.

Batman has passed. There’s no more Batman.
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I’m struggling a bit lately with… engagement issues. Not quite sure what else to call it. But it’s my term for when I have a hard time getting interested in something enough to absorb or synthesize anything related to it. Sometimes it happens in regards to something I need to work on, like a subject I need to learn about or a project I have to get done. Sometimes it’s about a piece of media, even just pure entertainment, that I cannot summon up the focus to read, watch, or play even though it should theoretically be interesting to me.

It’s a symptom of my depression, and honestly, I think it’s the symptom that has had the most negative and debilitating effect on my life. It makes taking in anything that’s new or possibly outside of my expectations painfully difficult. It makes it hard to learn something because I can’t always take in and retain the information. Even when it comes to things that should be fun, I find I can’t just pick a new thing and give it a try. I need something that I feel very, very confident I will get a particular experience from, or else have to go back to something familiar that I haven’t looked at in just long enough that I won’t be bored. When I’m in this state, I end up chasing this very particularly balance between soothing and stimulation, overwhelm and boredom, which is super hard to actually find.

I’ve been relatively mentally and emotionally stable during the pandemic, all things considered. But this problem of mine is the one thing that I think pandemic stress really aggravated. It feels like it’s been extremely strong in the past number of months. Even clicking on a goddamn fifteen-minute Youtube video recommended by Bernie feels like dragging myself up a mountain if I’m not exactly sure of what sort of experience it will provide. It stretches out like an ice wall in front of me, all smooth with no handholds to begin climbing up.
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Having some feelings. It’s taken a few hours to really settle in. But I couldn’t not, given... well.

I don’t really have words for what he gave me. I know in real life he wasn’t a great person. But he made something that changed me. Built out of nothing a lot of who I came to be. If you know me, it’s great deal of the person that you know.

It’s a little silly. But it’s a bit too hard to separate out. Seeing as this is something even twenty-five years later I’ve never quite managed to put down.

I don’t really know how to talk about it.
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Not doing great right now. Of course nobody is in the pandemic, but I’d been mostly okay until lately. I’ve gotten more and more concerned about my employment situation— I’m almost certainly not getting any classes during the summer, and though I do have classes lined up for the fall, I’m afraid enrollment is going to drop and they’ll be cancelled. I’ve also had a hard time being optimistic about the creative work that I do. Theater and film, the two arts I’m doing the most work in and attempting to break into, may not recover for years; theater, already on the down trend, maybe ever. Even prose publishing is struggling now, so working on that damned novel seems more of a slog than ever.

I’m trying to keep doing things. Writing still, organizing what performance I can. The staged readings of my scripts over Zoom are a fun social activity if nothing else. They’re tough to make high quality because of any number of technical limitations, and honestly not that many people look at them. That’s a bit discouraging to me, how hard it is and has always been to get anybody to care about the things I write. But if I don’t keep trying nobody will pay attention, so I’m attempting to keep working.

I need to decide what to do next. I should probably attempt to publish one Zoom reading a month or so, until social distancing is over at least. I also should probably have another screenplay in my portfolio that’s within my stated brand of “action-adventure stories where the action is a metaphor for the themes and character journeys” that I can pitch to industry executives. And I could work on the book, which I stalled on due to not really knowing how to edit it, though see my above comment about the possible pointlessness of it. But I have to do something, or things might even feel worse.
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Had a couple disappointments recently that have knocked me down a bit. The big one was being forced to cancel Mrs. Hawking's spring shows at the Watch City Steampunk Festival. It was the right decision, for the sake of keeping people safe by not gathering during the spread of COVID-19, but I'm pretty bummed. I work hard to make it so that Mrs. Hawking sticks in people's minds, but a lot of the times it feels like it doesn't really stick with anyone when it's not right in front of them. I worry about what progress I've made being lost if we go that long without having a show. I know it's a small thing in the grand scheme of things, when so many people are suffering way worse, but this project means a lot to me, so I'm still sad. We're going to do something else in the interim, but I haven't settled on what it will be yet.

We also got word that our pitch did not win the contest we entered. It's not the end of the world; the prize was to get a year free of a program that gave you access to film industry professionals, with the possibility of getting signed to representation. It was cool to get as far as we did, but it would have been nice to get in, as it’s pretty expensive normally. It was just a disappointing thing to hear to right on the heels of the show getting cancelled.

I’ve been trying to sort of jumpstart myself. I was doing pretty well in quarantine until this. So I’ve been trying some stuff to jolt myself out of being down— specifically, trying some projects that are really outside my typical style.

More on that soon.

Steady on

Jan. 7th, 2020 09:58 pm
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I feel very overwhelmed and stressed. I shouldn't; things are basically under control, but it all feels so fragile, like I've barely got it held together. And when I'm so tired, I feel like I could collapse at any moment, taking the whole house of cards down with me.

I don't want to have to get up at six during tech week. I don't want to have to change my therapy appointment. I worry we won't be able to reschedule.

Of course I worry about everything. I always expect the worst. Even though we've pulled off the show literally ten times before. Even though it's good for me to secure another class I'm not going to lose.

I will make my syllabus tomorrow. I will do more work for the show tomorrow. I need to stop now. I have a time time shutting my brain off when I have worries. But it's late. There's nothing else I can do right now. I need rest, and that is something I can get right now. I need to go to bed.

Goodnight.
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As I mentioned near the beginning of the month, I am not doing well now in terms of mental health. Haven’t been for some time now. I am more or less keeping it together, taking care of my commitments and responsibilities about as well as I ever do, but I’m pretty ragged mentally and emotionally and it’s been hard to feel this lousy all the time.

My willpower is so shot right now. It makes it hard to take a lot of steps to take care of myself, to build habits that will make me healthier. I am basically a sugar vacuum, completely unable to curb my intake of my two worst eating habits, Coke and chai lattes. I’ve been trying to stick to a social media diet, as all the sad things in the news make my anxiety skyrocket, but I have no discipline to keep myself off of it. I think both of these things are really hurting me in my efforts to manage my current mental state. I feel like a small child that needs a nanny, to pack her a healthy lunch and pry the smartphone out of her hands.

I have managed a few positive things. I’m lucky that I can basically always make myself keep exercising, so at least that hasn’t fallen by the wayside. I’ve even instituted a few new good things. Since Inktober 2019, I’ve been drawing almost every day. Lately I’ve been doing portraits of people’s faces, usually somebody in a television show I’m currently watching. I’m not very good, but I am getting noticeably better even over the course of just two months, which pleases me.

And I’ve been managing to make myself read a little from a book most days. My focus for reading anything long form has been HORRENDOUS in the last decade, after being a voracious reader as a child, which is a source of extreme frustration and shame to me. I keep trying to get back in the habit and failing at it; I think I’ve managed maybe one or two books a year in the last ten. But I saw an article recently that recommended setting a ridiculously low bar for anything you wanted to make yourself do that didn’t come easily— like setting a timer for as little as ten minutes a day. This has helped me get into Daughter of Empire, Pamela Mountbatten Hicks’s memoir, slowly but surely, as sometimes I find I can continue past the ten minutes. I really hope I can keep this up. I’d rather read books slow as molasses than continue not reading them at all.

And I’ve been buying these little precut packets of carrots, celery, and snow peas from the grocery store. They’re cheap and I can throw them into my bag in the mornings. Even though I can’t seem to curtail my sugar habit, I am at least upping my vegetable intake. I tend to consume my sugar drinks on top of a basically healthy diet, but this counteracts when I don’t have time to cook for myself, as is often the case lately.

Overall I’m still pretty down, low in emotional fortitude and feeling weirdly raw. I’ve been thinking a lot lately about how while I have a lot of basically good structure in my life, I have been unable to make any meaningful change to it in a very long time, and it makes me frustrated and sad. But it would mean a lot to me if I can get these things to stick. Even if they don’t fix how I’m feeling, it would be nice to feel like I was making some kind of forward progress— that change for the better was somehow possible.
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It’s been a few months now, and it’s become pretty clear that I’m currently in the midst of a mental health... I’m not sure what exactly to call it. “Crisis” sounds a little too over the top. “Low period” is a bit too euphemistic. But I’m definitely struggling and I don’t really see an end any time soon.

First came the a months-long near-constant anxiety cloud, starting at the end of last summer, punctuated with the first panic attacks I’ve ever had in my life. That was new for me, as while I tend to be a pessimist, I’m not usually inclined to that kind of constant high-adrenaline nervousness. Fortunately I seem to be past that, but instead have settled into the quiet, grinding depression that is more often my MO.

I’m tired all the time, frustrated with everything, and have extreme difficulty getting mentally or emotionally engaged in anything. Again, nothing new, but also nothing I have been great at managing. I don’t know if it’s massively different than the many other depressive periods I’ve been in, but it does seem to be pretty bad lately.

And as always, I never know what to do about it. I don’t know what changes I can make that would ease things. The best I ever seem to get is wait it out until... something. Either it passes, or something distracts me from it, or something happens unexpected, and I’m not so bad for a while. But it’s all out of my control, and so I waste a ton of time, both being depressed, and wishing my life away because that’s the only hope I have of fixing it.

Anyway. I’m not really interested in discussing it. But it’s hitting me pretty hard lately, so I figured I should probably be up front about it. Because I’m not doing a great job keeping it in check these days.
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Chris Evans did a new picture editorial recently. It really struck me, and not just for the expected reasons. It drove home how... grown up he's been looking lately. Even in a way the one for Italian Vogue didn't manage.





I think I know what he's doing. I bet it's similar to what Brad Pitt did in the mid-2000's, when he was trying to get people to see him as more than a pretty boy and consider him for different, more mature sorts of roles. Evans has not been in a ton of very good movies, and most of them have in some way played off of his beautiful boy-next-door image. He's leaving his Captain America role. I've heard he wants to transition to directing. You get so nailed into "types" and "niches" in Hollywood, I think he's trying to get people to see him as a more mature and serious artist, to give him a chance to start a new stage of his career.

It makes me wistful, in a weird way. It's a noticeable shift. I mean, he used to do stuff like this:





This is hardly a bad change. He still looks phenomenal, and like a Grown Man in a way he didn't always before. He's still built like a beast— look at his arms in the first image, the shape of his trunk in that second. But those are expensive, mature man's clothes, and it looks like that beard is here to stay, and I technically prefer him clean-shaven. I joked that he's probably not going to be taking his shirt off as much anymore, now that he's a Grown-Up Serious Artist. I'm going to miss him as Captain America, which has been important to me in large and small ways.

And he's nearing forty. He's too old to ever play Aidan, even if I ever do manage to get that made. Honestly, he was probably too old even when I first wrote it. But this makes it seem final in a way it never did before. And that makes me sad.

It's stupid. All things must change, and life goes ever on. But even dumb dreams are tough to let go of.
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There's a writer whose work I really loved by the name of Christine Morgan.

She's not famous, or at least not more than Internet-famous, and only back in the early days of the concept. I came upon her when I was in high school or so, when I was rediscovering my love for the 90s Disney animated show "Gargoyles." She was known as basically THE premier writer of Gargoyles fan fiction. She wrote over a hundred stories, including multi-installment spinoffs, building upon the existing narrative to make her own decades-spanning cosmology, and it was wonderful. Beautifully written, evocative, cohesive, engaging, and often sexy— her stories were the first erotica I ever read. I followed her obsessively for years, and she never disappointed, even when she brought her massive series to a conclusion to focus on original work. She captured the tone of the show so effectively, she used words so masterfully, she carried out character arcs so powerfully. The way she wrote Goliath and Elisa had a profound impact on the way I think of romance to this day.

When she transitioned to mostly original work, I followed her into that as well. She was an old-school roleplay gamer, and published novels that took place in a campaign setting she'd made. Generally I dislike "game fiction" for the way it tends to sacrifice literary merit for gratifying its creator, but she even made that work. I even bought horror novels— which at the time I was a little ooky about —because she wrote them. As time went by, I kind of lost track of her, but to this day I truly believe she is a great writer.

But even though she's still writing to this day, it strikes me that she never really... made it. Most if not all of her novels, including those early ones that I read, are self-published. She seems to fairly regularly get stories in fantasy, horror, or erotica anthologies, but they all appear to be what could charitably be described as "indie press." I mean no disrespect, as God knows what a rough game writing is, but I kind of expected more. She genuinely has the skill. And she could get shit DONE; she always wrote so fast, and generated an incredible amount of work. Why did she never manage to get published— at least, by any entity that seems at all serious, or at least not incredibly niche?

Was that not her goal? Did she not submit to more mainstream publishers? Was she bad at querying and couldn't get attention? Was the nature of her work— often kind of grindhouse-y in subject matter, like extreme horror or straight-up pornographic — prohibitive to that? Or did she just never get picked up, despite the fact that she really could put a story together? How could someone so talented have stayed so... small time?

I don't know. Maybe to her, she's exactly where she wants to be, with exactly the career she aimed for. But I guess, with my toxic level of ambition, I couldn't help but expect more. It kind of haunts me. If she couldn't really make it— someone with talent, creativity, and an incredible work ethic —what chance do the rest of us have?
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I've made an effort recently to seriously cut back on my social media use. I can't abandon it entirely— it's the only really effective way I have to promote my creative work —but I think excessive exposure to it is adversely affecting my mental health. My depression has a tendency to make me lapse into it as an endless source of bullshit input when my brain can't seem to latch onto anything substantive. And I get no joy from scrolling dumb meaningless shit on Facebook or Twitter, yet I do it when I feel bad anyway, and end up feeling worse with the time I waste. So I'm allowing myself to post things, check notifications once a day, but no scrolling through random feed stuff. I lose a ton of time to it and end up feeling bad.

I'm also trying to change my relationship with my smart phone, and I think the social media stuff is part of the problem. I've been reading articles and talking to people about smart phone addiction, how it destroys focus, and depresses enjoyment and engagement in other things. And as bad as one author had it, I compared my usage data to his and mine was actually worse. That was depressing to see. I've been struggling with attention issues and an inability to get engaged with things I would normally expect to enjoy, and I think this addiction at least makes it worse, even if it's not totally responsible. Recently I had some of the worst inability to enjoy or get interested in something that should have made me happy in ages, and it was such a terrible feeling I've resolved to do something about it. I don't know if just cutting way, way back on social media is enough to undo any damage, but I figure it's a place to start. If nothing else, I hate how hard it is for me to read books, or anything longform anymore, because I can't rouse the interest or focus. Even an improvement on that front would be a little victory.
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One step back.

It's looking like I will be returning to tutoring for the semester at Bunker Hill Community College. It's not a bad gig by any means, particularly for a writer and teacher— I'm decently good at it, plus in the downtime I can work on writing projects — and I'm incredibly grateful to Bill, the awesome person who I work for there, for being willing to help me when I need the extra work.

But it feel a little like a step backwards professionally to be returning to it. I left it initially in May 2017 because I got hired to write at Evil Overlord Games, which was a dream job, but sadly that endeavor didn't make enough money to last. I'm still in mourning over not being able to do that anymore, my favorite gig I've ever had. After that, I had two semesters where I was teaching enough college classes to not need to tutor. But as I've mentioned, I lost my North Shore classes due to low enrollment, and I don't make enough without that to just stick with my Lesley teaching.

So it's not an ideal situation. Again, I'm grateful Bill is willing to hire me back, as I need the cash. But the schedule is a little inconvenient— looks like I'll have one evening I can't schedule rehearsal as I'll be working —on top of feeling like I thought I'd secured enough teaching positions to have moved on. Ah, well. We do what we have to do. And I have other projects I'm focusing on that I'm hoping will go somewhere, so whatever pays the bills in the meantime.
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I am a person who lives with mental illness. That has been clear since I was about nineteen years old, and has been a significant problem in my life on and off for the intervening time. The name of the illness and even the number I have has been disagreed upon by various parties in a position to offer an opinion— I've heard anywhere between one and four, and a corresponding range of diagnoses— but the one that's pretty indisputable is the moderate depression that has waxed and waned throughout my adult life. It's been a big enough and constant enough presence for me that I very much feel the daily reality that is being mentally ill.

I know it's common among other mentally ill folks to object to the use of the word "crazy." It's been dismissed by those people as offensive, even ableist. But I have never felt that way, and honestly do not even feel like the way most people use "crazy" refers at all to the symptoms of mental illness. It's much more a synonym for "absurd." People bust it out when they can't see how something could possibly have logically happened, when someone or something is unreasonable, ridiculous. Even when people call each other crazy, I don't feel like they're often actually implying that they think the person is mentally ill— instead, as stated above, being beyond reason or absurd. As someone whose life and behavior are definitely impacted by mental illness, I really feel as if the language has evolved here away from the original meaning the word may have had.

Now I admit I may not have the kind of conditions that inspire people to call you that word. I am highly functional even during severe attacks. Maybe if I had a personality disorder or something that caused more extreme behavior that I could not cope with as well, I would feel differently. But my illness definitely impacts the way I perceive the world and the choices I make in reacting to it. It's a very present part of my life. So I kind of resent the idea that my situation is not "real" or "serious" enough to have an opinion on this. I know I can't speak for every mentally ill person, and other people can decide what's acceptable to themselves. But as far as I'm concerned, it's a word that refers to something else because of the way the language usage has changed over time.
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You may notice that I am posting this to, not my LiveJournal as is my wont, but to a Dreamdwidth account with the same username. I am doing this because of suspicions that the Russian-owned LiveJournal may no longer be able to trusted with the security of one's information, and Dreamwidth offers the easiest way to port one's blog archive to another, more secure platform which has the convenience of basically the same interface.

Even though it's seeming increasingly like the wiser move to do so, I have not deleted my LiveJournal. The idea of no longer having it is a weirdly emotional one for me. Even though ultimately just keeping my entries is the important part, which Dreamwidth fortunately allows me to do with relative ease, I find myself surprisingly sad at the idea of getting rid of my old blog. Journaling and having a platform to express my thoughts where interested parties can read it has been important to me. Again, I guess I can do that from anywhere, but looking now I see that I've had that LiveJournal since 2001. And I used it pretty damn consistently from 2007 on-- a whole decade now. There's a lot of hopes, dreams, memories, experiences, and thoughts poured into it in that time.

And I liked the service, damn it. Yeah, Dreamwidth is not that different. But I don't like any of the themes and my journal looks so ugly now. The whole thing feels like it's an older, less maintained version of LJ. All my internal links in the entries just go back to it, so if I wanted to direct them here instead, I'd have to fix them all manually. And even though most people I know didn't bother with their LJs anymore, I liked that I was already linked up with all my friends and I'd see their posts if they made them. I know that this is not the end of the world and I'll get over it-- I should just be grateful I'm not losing all my content --but this whole business makes me sad in a way I can't quite articulate.

So, yeah. Here I am now, I guess. If you're on Dreamwidth, please give me your username so I can attempt to rebuild my network of follows. But I won't be deleting my LJ today, or even tomorrow. I think I need some time to mourn before I actually get rid of it. Making this my primary posting platform is a tough enough step for now.
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Today is a heartbreaking day. The meaning has been stated by much smarter people than me, but I am stern in my resolve to resist and not give up hope that we can right this grave injustice.

One thought that gives me hope is the conviction that I do believe this blast of reactionary conservatism is an extinction burst. It is VERY common, including when dealing with the behavior of an abuser, that when efforts are made to push back against and stamp out the bad behavior, the perpetrator doubles down and explodes with a final effort to try and overcome the resistance before flaming out. The way of life where white supremacy was taken for granted is going away, as is the ability to remain ignorant and insular against the wider world. The people who don't want to grow and evolve into the modern world are lashing out against all the changes. But the world IS changing and no one can stop it. The fact that Clinton won the popular vote and the evidence that millennial voters were overwhelmingly more liberal confirms to me that viewpoint is dying, and is just privileged by the outdated relics of the system. We ARE moving toward a more progressive world, even with this enormous travesty occurring. So, if we can survive, I believe we will truly move past it as a society.

The only problem is surviving. And that's what frightens me. I'm afraid we won't survive. Individuals who are not privileged under this regime are certainly at risk, but I'm talking ALL of us, not just as a nation, but as a species. If we have a nuclear war or an environmental apocalypse, we won't get the chance to see what happens after. And I'm afraid those are real possibilities. God help us. I truly do believe this is the death knell of this particular form of atavism. But the earth has to hold out for us to get there.
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This past week, Bernie accepted a job with the patent office in Alexandria, VA. It's a pretty good position, with a good salary and great benefits, as well as a lot of flexibility and room for advancement. It'll be so great for him to really get his life going, which job searching has kind of put on hold since he graduated. It's not exactly what he wants to do long term, but it's a good move for now and I'm really proud of him.

But while it's definitely a good thing, I'm still a little sad because it means that Bernie and I are going to be separated for at least another year. I was started to get hopeful that he might be able to move back into the area by the point my lease was up and we'd be able to get a place together.

It's not the end of the world. Our relationship has been uniformly strong through all the last few years apart and I'm not worried about that part. As we also discussed, if something else he applied for (he's more interested in lab work or something a little more directly doing science) happens to get back to him with a perfect offer in New England, there wouldn't be much barrier to him taking it. And a year isn't that bad, especially if he's starting to make money, build his resume, and start really putting together his own life.

So this is definitely good news and a step in the right direction. It's just not perfect news, but then again, that's life. I'm grateful for the improvement.
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I am going home for Thanksgiving this year. That's a bit of a change of plans, as my family has come to my house for the past few years, but I guess the price of not having to clean is having to travel. It's a bit complicated, involving trains and handing off my car to my brother, but I'll be there for a few days. I haven't been doing so well mental-health-wise lately, so honestly the whole idea makes me tired, but I'm hoping that I'll be able to rest and relax at least for a little while I'm home.

I've been turning over the idea of a new writing project recently, in the effort of breaking out of my comfort zone and giving myself something to encourage me on the subject of my creative work. I've started to feel kind of low about it, and I think I have to try something new. Maybe the next week with no lessons to plan or rehearsals to hold and minimal essays to grade, I'll have a little time to work on it. We'll see.
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I've never been so ashamed in my life-- of being American, and especially of being white. I have never been one to endorse the view that the average person is stupid or bad, but with this force of white supremacy swaying the course of the election, I am finding myself reevaluating that belief.

I am so sad. I didn't sleep a wink last night and I've spent the time since then sick to my stomach. I'm in a relatively privileged position, apart from being a woman and my difficulty in getting health insurance I can afford. But I'm terrified of what nonwhite, LGBT, immigrant, disabled, and other marginalized people will suffer. Not to mention the threats to the environment and the possibility of nuclear war, which particularly terrify me.

All I can say is I will keep fighting. History is full of examples of this kind of backlash to progress, of stupid fucking humans visiting violence against their own best interests. But there has still been forward movement. There is still the possibility that we can improve and grow. And laying down arms now will only guarantee that the tyrants and monsters of the world will win.

I don't know how yet. I'm still reeling in shock. But I am going to find some way keep fighting.

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