"Oh, take your time don't live too fast.
Troubles will come and they will pass.
Go find a woman you'll find love
And don't forget son there is someone up above.
And be a simple kind of man
Be something you love and understand [...]"
-- from "Simple Man", written by Ronnie Van Zant (b. 1948
d. 1977-10-20) and Gary Rossington (b. 1951-12-04)
"Oh, take your time don't live too fast.
The mountaineers have hairy ears.
And bulging leather britches.
They bang their cocks against the rocks.
They're hardy sons of bitches.
Those mountaineers, they give three cheers
For Hell and all its trifles.
They hang their balls upon the walls
And snipe at them with rifles
The mountaineers, they're hung like steers.
They'll shag a yawning chasm.
They flop their nuts against their butts,
And shoot a mean orgasm.
The mountaineers, they love their beers,
And quaff one every minute.
They drain their jocks in big stone crocks,
And wash their dishes in it.
The mountaineers, they shed no tears.
They're full of quips and frolics.
They poop foul gas from out their ass
To cool their iron bollocks.
Those mountaineers can shift their gears
And shit in all directions.
They wipe their ass on broken glass
Or on their proud erections.
Those mountaineers with hoots and jeers
Bewail a cuntless nation.
They jab their tools in gals and dudes
And abandoned masturbation.
Those mountaineers, they have no fears
Of crab-infested niches.
They scratch their pricks with sandy bricks
When annoyed by lousy itches.
They pound their cocks upon the rocks,
Those hardy sons of bitches.
They wipe their ass with broken glass,
And care not if it itches.
When tail is rare, they seduce the bears,
And tie them in half hitches,
Nor hesitate to masturbate
Within their leather britches.
They use their pricks for walking sticks
In crossing muddy ditches.
They fuck their wives with hilts of knives
And flog their butts with switches.
They brew their booze from boots and shoes,
A drink they seem to relish.
They shave their jaws with crosscut saws,
Which makes them look quite hellish.
They always are quite kind, you know,
To ladies and to babies.
But with bitches and in the ditches
They fuck like minks with rabies.
From dark till dawn with one bone on,
They fuck their horny wenches.
Then the wenches don strap-ons
And give their men attentions
From dawn till dark, they beat their bark
And screw knotholes in benches.
How they toy with grrls and bois
is too obscene to mention.
With limber tools they screw in twos
And warm each others' britches.
With stiffened cocks they pry up rocks
And boost Fords out of ditches.
The mountain lass has quite a gash.
They crack nuts in their snatches.
They love to screw an hour or two
Bare-ass in bramble patches.
The mountain twat is boiling hot.
It covers pricks with blisters.
A stranger once tried lapping cunts
And singed off all his whiskers.
Those hardy cunts use double shunts
And mighty heaves and passes,
That pull the pricks of common hicks
And set them on their asses.
The lass ne'er despair when prick is rare,
But frig themselves with cactus,
Or mount dildos in all their holes
Which gives them lots of practice.
Mountaineers grow everything,
In any soil they are master.
Every crop recovers clean
From any and all disaster.
They grow the ganja and the weed
And cannabis sativa
Beware the joint they roll and point
A puff will leave you weaving.
Mountaineers brew beer and spirits
From any slash on offer
If you drink more than a sip,
You're drunker than a potter
The earth can shake and quake
And land slide down like water
The mountaineer just laughs and laughs
And builds his campfire hotter.
Wildfires can overrun both the forest and the fauna,
The mountaineer just rebuilds
And makes his home the stronger
The mountaineer's a pioneer,
He goes just where he pleases.
When others try to chase him off
They're the ones who end up leaving.
Should invaders come into his hills,
To take away his nation
The mountaineer's a rifleman
and a skilled marauder.
In time of peace, he's meek as mice
Until someone seeks to be his master
Then by fair or foul, by hook or cowl,
He makes them run off even faster
The mountaineer's neither straight nor queer,
He likes to fuck with relish
He tells orgy bedtime tales
He has no need to embellish.
Every word of this is true
This proud poetic stanza
The mountaineer's got hairy ears
And his life is a bonanza!
[Though I think taking it too far and living as if "I don't have to work toward this because it's already done," might be counterproductive. Still work to make the change you want catch up to you.]
"One week after Jeff Sessions changed DOJ policy by refusing to protect transgender people under Title VII and launched a sweeping license to discriminate against LGBTQ people, he's seeking credit for prosecuting a hate crime? We believe Americans deserve an Attorney General willing to address systemic discrimination and enforce policies and laws that prevent hate violence in the first plac
-- Sarah Warbelow, Human Rights Campaign Legal Director, 2017-10-15
From the Quotation of the day mailing list, 2014-02-26:
"The late John Greenwood, Q.C, who served as Ontario's Assistant Deputy Attorney General in the late 1970s, had a signature line he used to deliver with a straight face. "Anybody can convict the guilty,' he'd say to visitors to his office, "the trick is to convict the innocent.' People laughed uneasily, sensing it may not be entirely a joke."
-- George Jonas, writing about John Greenwood in the National Post.
(submitted to the mailing list by Z.D. Hora)
Thinking about National Coming Out Day. I don't think there's anyone in my life or even kinda near my life who doesn't know that I'm transgender. And a lot of you know that I'm kinky, and some of you may know/remember than I'm polyamorous. (Well, 'ambiamorous' -- I can actually be quite happy in a monogamous relationship or a poly one, depending on whom I'm in the relationship with and how it develops. But I identify more as poly.) I've been "out" about all of that for a long time, even if not everybody has had the last two come up in conversation with me, so it kinda feels like i don't really have anything left to come out about. But maybe I do (though I said some of this in less detail last NCOD). Because several years ago I realized my identity was shifting and I felt a strong mental pressure to start making my body change too.
While many of you met me while I identified as "intergender" (because genderqueer wasn't a label yet when I chose one), my identity is no longer in-the-middle. A lot of folks who've run into me recently have heard this because they've asked -- either because asking about pronouns is a more normal thing nowadays or because they notice changes to my body, or both -- but I'm closer to the F pole on the gender graph than I was, and looking forward to seeing whether this journey carries me all the way there.
So here's my Coming Out Day thing, which (as I mentioned) folks who talk to me one-on-one a lot or have run into me and asked questions already know, but not everybody is up to date on: I have been on HRT for about five years, my pronouns are she/her (though I won't hold a "he" against anyone until I harmonize my gender-presentation with my gender-identity), I am trying to schedule a relevant minor surgery, I'm trying to work up my nerve to shave my beard (which feels like a bigger step than growing breasts or telling people or trying to schedule an orchiectomy), and I'm trying to pick a new name. Some of this is scary, more of it is wonderful, a bunch of it is both. Even though I haven't reached my destination (or figured out for sure what my destination is), that mental pressure to act is greatly reduced since I started taking these steps, my emotions seem to work a lot better on estrogens than androgens, and a lot of "mental static" that I'd gotten used to has gone away. (As Zinnia Jones has pointed out, not all symptoms of gender dysphoria are obviously that, until treating the dysphoria makes them go away.)
I stopped using conventional labels like 'gay'/'het'/'straight' to talk about my orientation a long time ago, and started just saying "attracted to women" and leaving the label as en exercise for the listener ... but did (do) identify as "queer". First because being trans (and especially for being visibly gender-nonconforming) I was already part of the queer community, and again because even though attraction to women didn't feel gay, it didn't quite feel straight either. (Because when my gender was in-between, which was the "opposite gender"? The labels 'bi' or 'pan' would have worked if I had been bi or pan, but I wasn't and AFAICT still am not.) Amusing thing though: I've assumed that most other people mentally tagged me as het, and while HRT did not change my orientation (it can do that, but I've never found out how common or rare it is), changing my gender does mean that the label for my orientation changes.
It's been said that coming out isn't a one-time act, but something that winds up being repeated again and again when meeting new people or joining new groups -- and that goes double for bisexuals and trans people. Like coming-out, transitions are scary and liberating and sometimes difficult ... and there's more than one. Even for a textbook story of a binary gender transition there are medical, legal, and social transitions which may happen at different times and aren't instantaneous. Of those, social transition is the scariest (and generally the most important). And I've already transitioned socially from male to genderqueer years ago, but here I am in the middle (beginning, I guess) of another social transition, from genderqueer to female or mostly-female, in the middle of medical transition, and looking into options & to-do list for legal transition. And y'know? Telling people one on one has been relatively easy (has gotten easier with practice), but standing up to the world and saying, "Here I am, I am changing, this is what I am doing," is a lot harder. So I guess I had something for National Coming Out Day after all.
BTW, what do folks think of the name Eftychia (Ευτυχια, /eff-ti-KHEE-a/ where the χ is sort of between a kh sound and a gh or really-rough-'h' sound)? Still making up my mind, but that one's in the running.
You ever get a vision stuck in your head in that way that usually only tunes get stuck? I've got one stuck in my brain right now, of a collie or a sheltie, dancing around a herd flock of velociraptors, herding them.
(Feathered, turkey-sized, real velociraptors, not big-ass movie ones.)
Chalk this up to my having just listened to a segment on The Current about necrofauna -- attempts to revive, or create approximations of, extinct species such as the mammoth and the passenger pigeon. (They mentioned dinosaurs as something they'll probably never be able to restore. But then a brief conversation with xpioti got velociraptors stuck in my head anyhow.)
"The closet does have a benefit. It provides safety. Which at times is important. But remember, as long as you are in there, two other things will be too. Fear and shame." -- Anthony Venn-Brown, A Life of Unlearning - a preacher's struggle with his homosexuality, church and faith
[11 October is National Coming-Out Day.]
A good Shemini Atzeret to my friends observing it today, and an especially joyous Simchat Torah to all celebrating that either today or tonight/tomorrow! (And yes, I know what I just said -- 'joyous' + 'simchat' -- is kind of redundant.)
"Security to the persons and properties of the governed is so obviously the design and end of civil government, that to attempt a logical proof of it would be like burning tapers at noonday, to assist the sun in enlightening the world; and it cannot be either virtuous or honorable to attempt to support a government of which this is not the great and principal basis; and it is to the last degree vicious and infamous to attempt to support a government which manifestly tends to render the persons and properties of the governed insecure." -- John Hancock (b. 1737-01-23[*], d. 1793-10-08), 1774-03-05
[*] Recorded as 12 January 1736 in the Julian calendar, which England and her colonies used at that time; retconned to the equivalent Gregorian date, 23 Jan. 1747, when the Gregorian calendar was adopted in 1752. See a calendar for September 1752 for the changeover (on a Unix/Linux computer, type "cal 9 1752"). Note that different countries adopted the Gregorian calendar in different years.