And on that note…
One of the ways I keep my sanity is by limiting my incursions into the online trans world, the motherlode of high weirdness only briefly touched on in the previous entry.
Or perhaps it’s just a manifestation of attention deficiency - I do tend toward manic cycles - but in any case, it’s time for Ms. Medusa to sleep for a little while.
No flounce here. No raging, self-righteous huff. I’m not even killing the blog… just leaving notice that I won’t be updating for a good month or so, and will probably be scarce elsewhere.
In the meantime, please read Mercedes, and Monica, and Callan, and Zoe, and Emma, and Stassa, and all the other beautiful, fiercely intelligent trans voices that have really changed the shape of the discourse and who struggle every damned day to wordweave the strange fabric of our experience and keep it strong against the shitstorm.
And on that note…
Ciao, baby.
Sometimes, too much involvement in the blogwars and the weekly Running of the Trolls can be more draining than it’s worth. But I hope you don’t become too scarce. This is one of those situations where you have to pick your activism, pace yourself, and take a break from a subject occasionally, before it saps all your strength.
Hm. Come to think of it, it was you reminding me of this, not too long ago.
Take care, hon.
Pausing to think is part of the dynamic of discourse. That seems to be forgotten, the more intensely desperate the cacophy of self interests become. Words, like music, often benefit from the measure of silence included. The placement of the caesura fulfills the sense of an entire verse line.
Enjoy the break, for as long as you need. Only you can enable it as exile.