Edmund Winters is about to make the most important bet of his life in this month’s installment of… DARK MIDNIGHT.
Hold on to your hats, everyone! Hold on to them! This is a wild ride, for hats!
Horse Man returns in another exciting episode! What will that crazy horse do this time? Oh that crazy horse. Man. Horse Man.
On this month’s thrilling installment of “Hit It With a Car”, Christopher slams his yellow Cadillac Eldorado into a large number of equally yellow bananas! What will this mad man do next?
New cartoon this week… The Walrus Song! It’s about a walrus, and a song. I hope you enjoy it as much as I enjoy setting off slightly faulty fireworks (which is a lot.)
one of my friends has a cat, and when I go over there he calls her “my pretty girl” and tells her that she’s “such a good cat.” it got me wondering if other animals have identity troubles too, like species and gender. I want to tell him that he doesn’t know how his cat identifies because he can’t ask her. but how can you be sensitive to things like that? does she even know he might be disrespecting her?
and why are some kids able to tell right away that they were born into the wrong bodies, like they know from the time they’re aware of their genitals that they have the wrong ones, but others end up waiting until they’re adults before they can say anything about it?
why did I realize I was a cat when I was 15 but it took my mom until she was like 40 before she knew? it’s something I’ve always known, but it’s one of those things that you don’t know is wrong to feel until someone tells you. like when people started questioning the way I move, or how I touched things. if I was a guy, I would have been called a fag. guess I’m lucky that girls and cats are already a lot alike.
I think that sometimes people don’t have the words for what they are.
I guess I’ve decided to focus this blog on identity. I get kind of tired of reading blogs from people my age where it’s all about boyfriends and girlfriends and prom. I know it sounds weird, since I share all this secret stuff, but I don’t feel like being judged for the music I listen to. you know, the superficial stuff. it just feels unimportant.
I see my mom in 2 weeks. my dad and I met with some people from the forum. one of them is going with me to see my mom, and my step-dad will meet us there to explain the rules. my dad doesn’t want me going alone, but he isn’t allowed to go there. only people that identify as animal-spirited (or along those lines) and their partners can go to the commune. originally my step-dad was going to drive me, but I guess he changed his mind? I have no idea. I don’t really care.
I’m nervous. but I have to go to sleep now, so i can’t really write much more. maybe I’ll add onto this later.