Rambling from someone

Maybe others feel like it works to describe them, but personally, I find it almost offensive.  

I mean, I don’t conform to a lot of things.  I don’t conform to gender binary, for starters.  But what does “gender non conforming” mean?

Maybe I’m missing something, but personally I feel like it’s saying, “hey, you don’t conform to our ideas of gender”  

Which may be true, but I still have a gender, I still a valid gender identity.  I feel like telling me I’m gender non conforming is telling me that I don’t have a gender, or that my gender is just way different from “traditional” (binary) gender identities.  

Which I think is bullshit.  

So maybe I’m missing something.  Hopefully that’s the case, but personally I prefer if I am referred to as being trans* non binary or genderqueer.  

I still conform to gender, just my gender doesn’t conform to the general accepted standards of gender in wester society.  

turtles!! :P also, all those chickens make me think of Zelda games when you attack a chicken and EVERY CHICKEN EVER viciously attacks you

I thought you would like the turtle comment.  Also I am reminded of you everytime I see those turtles.  And I have never played Zelda, I tried once because my cousin was convinced I would love it and I got pissed off about something and then now I’ve been in Indonesia for nearly a year.  Maybe I get back.  But this whole getting attacked by chickens aspect is not making it sound very appealing at all.  

Oh chickens

yes but If i’m not on tumblr at these times then i never get to talk to you. GO SLEEP sleep is good and coffee but not for me because it makes me anxious :P Sleep well! bye.

Glad I’m not the only one making excuses for being on tumblr when I shouldn’t.  Oh wait, I’m sure there’s nearly a million posts about that.  But hey, no worries, I’m back in 2 months!  Actually, maybe I can start saying less than 2 months now because it’s May 25th and I get back on July 24th.  Even if we don’t get to hang out lots for that first month, at least the time zone will be on our side!  (Oh, and my Mom, for reasons not entirely known, is taking my entire family to California, so I disappear for 2 weeks at the end of August again.)

Also, because this is so very very late, I hope it’s obvious that I DID SLEEP!  

Yay for sleep.  And I didn’t drink any coffee this morning.  And I ended up not having to make the speech about school in Canada, it was turned into me sitting at the front all awkward while the other English teacher made some other students come up and speak English to me.  Of course, some of the students picked where the shyest in their class, and I don’t even know how many of them had seen or spoken to a foreigner before, so that went over all.  (not really).  (I would rather just make a fool out of myself alone, because, I am the one who signed up for this after all.)

Oh well, it was an interesting day for sure.  

you are both making it very hard to keep a straight face in class. Also holy over abundance of chickens batman!

I sort of feel bad for you, because I can picture you in class right now, but you should know better than to be on tumblr when I’m on and being ridiculous.  

Luckily for you, I should get some sleep now, since I have to actually be at school at 7am tomorrow rather than sleeping in like I’ve been doing lately because there is some sort of random event that involves many students from many other schools in nearby villages and I have to make a speech in Indonesian.  Guess how much of that I have prepared?  None.  I could do it all in English ‘cause there’s one teacher that can translate, but I don’t want to do that unless I have to.  The speech is on education in Canada so I’ll just ramble on and talk about things like 

How school is not 6 days a week and doesn’t start at 7 in the fucking morning.  However, it finishes super early here, which is great.  I’m just not a morning person.  I think you know this.  

Blah, need sleep, I haven’t been sleeping for the past week and it’s making me very cranky and if I have to be nice to a whole bunch of new people tomorrow….

sleep.  

And coffee.  Thank goodness for coffee.  It may all be instant coffee, but thankfully I’m not picky.  

eyeofmantorok replied to your post: My sister ended our phone call today with “and don’t get eaten by a chicken”

I don’t know, Aeryn, this sounds legit. The leading cause of death for individuals aged 16-24 is death by chicken

It’s all good though, everyone here seems to think I am older or younger than that.  (Don’t ask how that works, all depends on context.)  If that is true though, Indonesia must have some incident rate, because oh my word are there a lot of chickens in this country. 

Seriously.  You have no idea. 

Like I’m in class and the freaking roosters are walking around the schoolyard, walking past the open door.  Or they walk through the church during the church service (ok, that was pretty awesome actually.) 

My host Dad has told me that every single person in Java owns a chicken.  This is not true.  My other friend’s host families do not all have chickens.  One of them has turtles though.  But chickens are freaking popular. 

So this could be legit. 

Actually, when I was in the hospital back in November and I called home, one of my sister’s first questions was “did you get eaten by a chicken?”  To which I replied “you really think I would be calling you if the chicken ate me.  Well apparently the chicken could have just ate a finger or something and that would have been a funny story.  My sister and I do not agree on what counts as a funny story.  

eyeofmantorok:

jackquaiid:

ne-yo:

Does Canada even have a president or is it just whichever moose has the strongest antlers

#every four years we put 24 of the strongest moose into an arena and they fight to the death #the victor leads canada

THAT TAG

(Source: chekhov)

Seriously.  It was “Bye!  And don’t get eaten by a chicken!  Ok Bye!”  And then she hung up.  

Have I ever mentioned how awesome my sister is?

It just is.  Only if I am writing to very close friends is not.  But I rarely do that because for the most part we all don’t like to, or just don’t for whatever reason.  

I got so stressed out yesterday trying to write an e-mail to a professor, and after I sent it, the internet stopped working.  But it hadn’t actually sent yet.  But I was so stressed from the original e-mail that I couldn’t re-do it.  

I did that today though.  And now I’m writing a reply that I’ve avoided for nearly 2 weeks, but I just can’t figure out how to not make it awkward.  

Oh well, I am awkward, I think this is just going to be an awkward e-mail.  

swanblood:

That’s all there is to say about it.

People who call people “special snowflakes” for having (and talking about having) a non-“traditional” sex, gender, sexuality, relationship orientation, neurodiversity, or any other kind of identity - or for having many of these identities - or for daring to list their identities on their blog or profile, or talk about them, or try to find other people like them - are shaming people for being minorities.

They are shaming people because the parts of their identity they want and need to talk about have “weird” names, are not accepted by society, and are not the white, thin, straight, cis, neurotypical, etc. identities that don’t have to be listed on your profile because if you don’t, everyone will assume they are true anyway.

Calling someone a “special snowflake” for pointing out that they are not white, not cis, not binary, not neurotypical, not sexual/romantic, not human identified, or anything else that’s “not normal” is supporting the only people who don’t have to list these things on their profiles, and encouraging us to keep erasing and ignoring the fact that these groups exist.

The only “special snowflakes” here are the white straight cis binary neurotypical people who get to enjoy the fact that everyone will assume these things about them and they don’t even have to make any effort to say it, but they don’t want other people to be able to share their identities, and prefer that we pretend that everyone is like them. Wanting everything in the world to revolve around you, and wanting to ignore that people not like you exist… that’s being a “special snowflake”.

eyeofmantorok replied to your post: I’m going to start tagging all the more serious posts I’m writing with migraines

Blarg, your head and my head have been getting together and plotting, haven’t they?

Definitely.  Why does this always happen?  There has to be some conspiracy around migraines.  I usually blame the weather, but we’re living on different continents with completely different climates at the the moment.  

The one good thing about me freaking out back in December is that apparently enough of a deal was made that as soon as I get back other people are going to be helping me get this sorted out.  

By sorted out I of course mean much time will be spent only for me to realize that banging my head against the wall makes the pain worse, not better…

No wait, that’s not what I meant at all.  

But seriously, when people say, oh don’t worry, it will get figured out and you’ll get better I want to scream.  

I actually like my doctor because she always tells me that we may never figure out what’s wrong or make things super better.  

Thank you for your honesty.  I like that.  

The ableism I have been dealing with lately is ridiculous

Because I usually didn’t write when I had a migraine because I know I don’t always make sense at that time, or I have a hard time expressing myself and end up saying something problematic.  

However my migraines are bad again, and the streaks keep getting longer, so I’m likely going to be posting more and more frequently when I have migraines, because I would never post otherwise.  

But because of the above mentioned problems, I will tag (or at least try to remember to tag) the posts that are written when I have a migraine.  

the tag I will use is #Aeryn shouldn’t write posts with migraines 

And I will make a proper tag guide when I can look at computer screen again.