( All the Broadway (and other) soundtracks I own. )

( All my normal music albums. :P )

If you want any of these (preferrably through a trade), just let me know and I'll upload them!

Why don't you ask and find out? And then I'll do the same...

As it implies above, I love to hear new stories.

♥

Currently roaring through Stone Butch Blues for my Queer Lit class. It's... gah. Really. A memoir of pre-Stonewall growing up butch in Buffalo, NY. It's by Leslie Feinberg, an unbelievable trans activist.

This is a breathtaking passage, but could be VERY triggery. Hence, under cut.
( She's been wandering around by the football field. )

And with that passage, I sobbed my eyes out. Fuck the 1950s. The book gets so much better when Jess starts sneaking away to Niagara Falls and finds surrogate lesbian parents (one butch, one femme--there was a serious binary back then) and they both start to rear her as a baby butch. Butch Al tells her how to be tough, and Jackie tells her how to stay tender. And I cry and want them to stay together forever as a little found family (my trope!) except then it gets depressing again.

LOOK AT THIS. It is Imogen Heap covering Thriller. WHAT:




On another note, friends, I so very badly need a therapist.

...however.

I AM LARGELY LESBOTASTIC, y'all.

You know in case you hadn't figured that one out already.

Unfortunately, this year, I am not at Meredith's so she cannot make snide offhand comments about the state of Mandy Patinkin's beard. However, I am still really excited! Especially for NPH! It is one minute and counting away from the dorkiest award show of the year! Let's do this!


( Why do I have such a problem? )
Mmmm, I love the Tonies.

In 24 hours time, I will be 20 years old.

That is a strange notion.

So... I think I'm gonna apply to volunteer at the Harvey Milk School in New York. This has been under consideration for, like, months, and I've made a decision. I have no idea what I could possibly do for them, considering my already hellish schedule, but it's something I've felt more and more lately is crucial to me. Working with GLOW kids this summer, honestly, made me so much more aware in myself of that need to help people through the tougher aspects of their sexuality. And I think I would feel right at home in a place that serves as a haven for displaced queer youth, runaways, kids who were thrown out, or who just can't find acceptance among their other peers. I've sort of nurtured this feeling that it's my duty to give back to my dear, loving community. And seeing Milk (finally, god, I know) tonight, and hearing those amazing words he spoke in real life about the need for acceptance and love and hope for every struggling teen who is taught that he or she is sick or deranged made me cry, out of both pride for those ferocious souls who have come before me and out of the realization that there needs to be more of this kind of thinking.

So, again, I don't know what I could possibly do for them. But I just want to be there, because I consider myself to be someone who is fairly well-adjusted in her sexuality. Yes, I have my moments, but I share with Harvey the fierce opinion that being out is one of the best things we can do for one another and our world. And if I can give one 16-year-old babydyke the faith in herself that the world is not out to suppress us and shove us away, in shame and rejection, regardless of what ::cough:: recent human action may demonstrate, then I will have at least done part of my duty in this society.

The world needs more love. Maybe this can be my way of bringing that about.

	shaeberry -- [adjective]: Tasting like strawberries
'How will you be defined in the Sexual Dictionary?' at QuizUniverse.com

HAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHA. That is severely hilarious on SO MANY LEVELS.

:)

I use my Kaylee icon in celebration

I felt beauty happening.

Maggie and I finished rehearsing, and we could hear the screams from outside. I said, "Let's go, I need to be there." Grabbed her hand, my bags, and we went, skipping and yelling from 13th and 6th to Union Square, anticipation building... building...

We witnessed, and participated in, unadulterated joy that I haven't seen the likes of in my lifetime so far. People screamed, wordless, clustered together. Crying, kissing, rioting, chanting, believing. I called everyone that I knew would be there already, and ran into some more. Said goodbye to Maggie, found Myles, clutched him, clung to Blake and Emily with all my might, tearing up again and again, awash with something I couldn't even describe.

I fucking crowd-surfed in Union Square at one in the morning after election day, held aloft by people all screaming the same thing at the top of their lungs: "Yes we can." My skirt was around my waist (thank god I was wearing tights). I didn't care. I was put on the ground, and a girl promptly fell on my face. I'll probably wake up with a black eye tomorrow. I don't care. I don't care that my scene goes tomorrow or that I can't sleep because I'm so full of life. All I know is that in that moment, I felt whole.

We stayed for a few more minutes, but Blake and Myles, who had been outside for hours, and missed Obama's stunning, perfect speech, wanted to go back. Emily and I rallied Buck and Patrick into returning with us. We skipped, screamed, hugged, high-fived complete strangers on the street. Coming home again, we danced to a group pounding out a fantastic rhythm on newspaper dispensers. I asked the security guard if he was feelin' the joy, and he said he couldn't help himself. :)

The feeling that this is unbelievable, perfect history is getting stronger with every moment.