Dancing Gir

My President

While I can still say this…

I love my President.  He’s a good, decent, compassionate, thoughtful person, and a brilliant, deep thinker. He’s imminently competent, and fully understands the complexities of the job and the subtleties of domestic and international policy.

He is flawed. There are things he’s failed to do. On more than one occasion he has disappointed me, either through his actions or his lack of action. There are critical issues facing our nation and our world to which I think he’s given far too little attention, and in some cases I believe that that’s helped to bring us to what’s coming. But I’ve never doubted his motivations, his qualifications, or his ability. I understand that, with over 300 million constituents, he cannot please everyone, and he will not always please me, but he’s done a far, far better job than I expected, and his accomplishments in office include things I didn’t think I’d see in my natural lifetime.

I’ve never once thought “I could do a better job” or “I’m smarter than this guy.”

He has brought dignity and respect to his office, and by extension to the United States. I’m so very proud to have voted for him (twice), and to have him represent me to the world. I think that history will look back upon his presidency as an enormous success, and I’m happy to have lived through this time.

Thanks, Obama.

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Dancing Gir

Biphobia, the LGBTQ+ Community, and my own overwhelming privilege

*tap* *tap* Is this thing still on?

Okay, for obvious and terrible reasons, the dangers of being a sexual minority have been at the forefront of the public consciousness for the last couple of weeks. I’ve tweeted and retweeted and facebooked about the tragedy a *lot* in the last week, so I’m not going to rehash that here, but there is one peculiar thing that this atrocity and the incredible community response to it has brought to light for me.

Elle Dowd wrote a fantastic and touching article about biphobia, passing privilege, and bi invisibility. It’s absolutely worth a read. One of the core points she makes is describing how her personal circumstances - a mother, femme, married to a straight guy - make her question whether she’s “gay enough” to feel like she has a personal stake in the Pulse massacre. Her conclusion, and the message she has for everyone in the community, is that yes, you are, and no, you’re not alone.

My experience is different than hers, but I’ve been noodling about the same questions lately because, to put it bluntly, as bi people go I’m a freaking tower of privilege.

Lemme s’plain.

I’m very mindful of how open I am about being poly and to whom, because I’ve been directly touched by anti-poly bias. I’ve been judged, to my face and behind my back. I’ve had a situation at work where my job was potentially in jeopardy. That sort of thing. But as far as my orientation goes? Not a thing.

See, I get to be bi in Easy Mode. I’m a middle-aged, middle-class, cis white guy who’s happily married to a woman, which makes me just about the most privileged demographic in the US right off the bat. I never had to deal with the stress, angst, or challenges of growing up as a sexual minority because for the simple reason that for the first 43 years of my life I was straight. I'm still a newbie.

When my orientation shifted, I had the easiest coming out experience imaginable. zensidhe is the only straight hordeling (now) anyway, and I’d spent literally half of my life as an ally for friends and loved ones. For years, almost half of my social circle has been non-straight, and the other half is just awesome. Granted, my bio family doesn’t know, but they’re all far away. Honestly I think any adverse response my parents might have would be overshadowed by our political differences. I suspect my sister would be totally cool with it, but I’ve never had occasion to discuss it with her.

My work environment has a 100% HRC rating and has events to actively celebrate Pride Month, but I’m only out to one or two people there because, frankly, discussing what and who I like to put in my mouth with co-workers seems rather… uncouth. ;-)

In other words, I live in a bubble of love and acceptance. I know about gay bashing, of course, but my worldview never included it potentially applying to me. Maybe it’s my privilege showing. Maybe I just haven’t been bi long enough for it to be fully integrated into my self-identity. Prior to Pulse, I’d only ever consciously thought about personal safety once, when I casually kissed my boyfriend in public and felt him tense up. That was literally the first time I’d ever given thought to discretion.

I realize now that this is an attitude that could conceivably get me or, worse, someone close to me killed. That’s not okay. I still don’t feel any visceral sense of potential danger, but I nevertheless have an obligation to be more mindful. Or is the greater obligation to be more “out there”, in the hope of furthering the cause of equality and acceptance? Probably a little of both, depending on the situation.

Hell, I don’t know. I’m still figuring out what to do with a guy in bed (yay, practice!), and yet figuring out what to do out on the street seems like the more complicated and important issue. How does that even make sense?

Anyway, I don’t want this to seem like I’m jumping on the bandwagon or trying to somehow appropriate the recent tragedy. I have nothing but respect for those who have been directly dealing with these issues longer than I have - which is basically everyone else in the LGBTQ community - mad props, you guys. My life is better because of you all, and I’m proud to be in your company.


Work Sucks / Perspective

Lately, my situation at work has been awful. At a time when we were just able to stay on top of the workload, someone in the home office decided to cut IT staff across the board. My Minion, unfortunately, was one of the victims. It was worse for him of course, losing his job through no fault of his own at a time of year when most of the industry is in a hiring freeze. For us it was bad too, coming during the middle of a less-than-ideal OS rollout. The two of us who are left are trying to manage, but a 33% staff cut with no reduction of workload takes a toll, both on us an on our stats.

There was a time when I would’ve responded as I’d done in the past- working a crapload of overtime (generally off the clock) and doing whatever was necessary to keep the ship afloat and the users happy. Minion’s loss, however, has changed the equation both for me and for my more-or-less boss. We still work hard, but only for our shift. At the end of the day, we go home. My motto has been “I’ll bust my ass for 9 hours, but after that I don’t care what happens.”

I’ve been pretty good about keeping to the no-overtime rule, but I’m not doing as well with the “not caring” part. After 20 years at The Company, whether I ought to be or not I’m emotionally invested in the operation and my users. Right now it’s getting worse. My boss is taking some much deserved vacation last week and this week, putting us at 1/3 of our manageable staff level. Other sites are trying to chip in remotely, but the difference they’re making is negligible (and in some cases making things worse). And on top of all that we just had a major software rollout and are discovering too late that it wasn’t adequately tested (or tested at all?) with the applications we use at our site.

In short, we’re horribly understaffed, everything is breaking, and there’s only so much I can do to help. That last bit is the part that bothers me the most, as to the users I’m basically the face of IT. It doesn’t matter that the problems are caused by staffing decisions made at the home office and developers somewhere else on the planet. It’s my job to be the hero who fixes everything. And I can’t.

As I left work tonight, I felt beaten, helpless, and emotionally drained. I was spent, and just wanted to go back to bed (which I’ll be doing as soon as I post this). I recognized the feeling. It’s been almost 3 years, but I used to feel this way about every other day. The difference is that back then it wasn’t because of work, and it didn’t happen at the end of the day. It was before I even left the house in the morning, and work was the place I would flee to, rather than from. It's still depressing and a big trigger, but nothing like before.

That bit of perspective doesn’t actually make me feel much better about the current situation, but it does reinforce my appreciation of having a loving family and a stable, safe home.
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Brief Terminator Genisys reaction (SPOILERS)

The opening of a new Terminator movie is a holiday in our house, so femetal and I took the day off as usual. We actually caught an evening showing the night before it officially opened, and saw it twice more on opening day (both Real 3-D and IMAX 3-D).

TL;DR version: It's disappointing. There's more to it than that, though.

I've read a lot of reviews and reactions, both glowing and scathing, and am surprised to find that I disagree with pretty much all of them. IMHO, the action scenes and special effects were top notch, there were some genuinely funny moments, Arnold Schwarzenegger and Emilia Clarke did a great job, the recreation of 1984 was beautifully done, and the future war scene in the beginning - despite some forced dialogue - was a joy to watch. I wish we'd gotten to see more of the actual battle. They tweaked the T-800 endoskeleton design, but we barely got a good look at the new chassis.

I've imagined the events immediately surrounding Kyle Reese getting sent back in time for over 30 years. Finally getting to see it got me a little misty.

However, the story was an unmitigated mess. The "memories from an alternate timeline" idea insulted the audience's intelligence, Genisys-as-tablet-app-that-also-has-access-to-our-nuclear-arsenal was poorly explained and made little sense, Arnold's "upgrade" was implausible even for sci-fi, and Jai Courtney and Jason Clarke were poor casting choices. Everything about John Connor was dumb (much too much to list here). And what's with all the goddamn hologram projectors scattered around Cyberdyne? Skynet apparently wanted to talk the heroes to death (or at least the audience). There's a laundry list of other little complaints (nuclear missile trajectories, Sarah's magical acid neutralizer spray bottle, etc.), but I'll spare you the minutia.

I don't regret having seen it three times. There are some very cool things about the movie, and many absolute atrocities. I'm reading the behind-the-scenes book ("Resetting the Future") now, and it's really interesting. Despite my overall negative opinion, I genuinely hope the movie does well enough to warrant two more in the series. I'd like them to have an opportunity to explain some of the unanswered questions. The writers apparently have the entire story arc plotted out. If the next two movies don't happen, I hope that they'll at least give us the rest of the story in some other medium. The Terminator Salvation story got truncated. It'd be a shame to have that happen again.

Either way, the Cinema Sins review is going to be a hoot!
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Dancing Gir


I have so much to be thankful for. So very, very much. Family, friends, umfriends, work, society as a whole. I can’t possibly detail it all, so I’ll focus on just a couple of things.

It’s not a secret that the first half (roughly) of 2013 was the darkest, most painful time of my life. The second half was primarily crisis stabilization and learning how to continue to exist (along with a magnificent trip to Ireland). After that, I desperately, desperately, needed 2014 to be gentle, to have a kind and drama-free environment in which to begin the (probably life-long) healing process. Really, the whole Horde needed it in order to heal individually, repair bonds that were damaged and stressed over the previous couple of years, and to just be a family.

We got it.

I’ve had no conflict in my life (outside of my own head) that’s risen above the level of “squabble” in the last year and a half. It’s been wonderful and an incredible contrast. Thankfully, it hasn’t been because anyone has been walking on eggshells around anyone else or repressing needs or conflicts. We’re just working smoothly together, on the same page, and with everyone’s best interests at heart. If I live to be 120 I don’t think I’ll ever stop appreciating it. This is how family should work!

This has allowed us to begin re-writing our plan for the future and acting upon it. We’ve decided to stay in Florida, and our plan has evolved to include building or buying a large house together. This is awesome and exciting! It’s also become a major time commitment, despite still being in the early planning stages. We look at houses and lots most weekends, and are also involved in budgeting, home design, and investigating the possibility of forming an LLC. It’s not always fun, but it’s something we’re doing together. Adventure! :-)

One other little thing that’s worth mentioning about Thanksgiving. Thanksgiving dinner was at redheadlass and zensidhe’s place, with their respective bio-families. Jessie’s mom has known about our relationship for a few years now, but Mike only recently came out to his dad and his dad’s girlfriend, so this year we didn’t have to conceal anything or refrain from showing affection cross-couple (I’ve never hidden affection with other partners in the past, which lead to some interesting assumptions). It didn’t really affect our behavior significantly, but not having to think about it was nice.

There’s so much more, but I’m already several days late posting this and I don’t want to drone on and on. I’m surrounded by wonderful, loving people. If you’re in my life, I’m thankful for you.
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Cory Booker on love

* When they criticize you, love them for teaching you humility.

* When they heap scorn upon you, love them for helping you discover your resiliency.

* When they doubt you, love them for giving your dreams greater courage.

* When they point our your faults, love them for their accuracy.

* When they wound you, love them for showing you your capacity to forgive.

* When they try to stop you, love them for making your resolve even stronger.

* When they cast you into darkness, love them for helping you discover your inextinguishable light.

* And when you are victorious - despite the pain, sacrifice, critics, and your own imperfections - when your love has achieved the impossible, invite them to stand with you so they too can see that love is invincible.

-Cory Booker
(via Facebook)
Robot Heart

Life Without Shelly - Day 366

The worst thing that’s ever happened in my life occurred a year ago tonight. (Yes, I’m including the deaths of loved ones here.) With a single sentence, my world was ended and the path of my life was changed forever.

”I can’t be in a relationship with you anymore.”

I was shocked and gutted. The wound was a mortal one.

Coming on the heels of my failed suicide attempt just 5 days before, I was shattered. She was a spouse, a best friend, the Superman to my Lois Lane. As much as being involved with her was eroding my sanity, and as much as there were (frequent) moments of conflict, she had become my anchor and primary source of joy.

“If I came back from the future and told myself `Look, this is all going to end, and it’s all going to end terribly, and it’s going to be absolutely ruinous from here on in’ - if I knew that was going to be the case, I would still absolutely ride it all the way down.”
-Me, 6/10/2013, on the first night in “our home”

Poor bastard. I had no clue when I said that that our relationship had 9 days to live, or that my welcome in “our home” would be revoked 4 days later. In any event, I would never say those words now, about any relationship. I’m not that person anymore.

So a year ago tonight it was explained to me, for the first time, that she “hadn’t felt safe” in about 6 months, and that she’d been suffering every day. To this day I don’t fully understand what “not feeling safe” meant or how I’d contributed to it, but that’s now a part of her story, not mine. If she’d been counting the days before, I explained, then for me it was Day One of my own vigil, with possibly decades or centuries remaining.

”I will walk this ground forever
and stand guard against your name.
I will give all I can offer,
I will shoulder all the blame.
I am sentry to you now,
all your hopes and all your dreams.
I will hold you to the light,
that's what forever means.”

Forever, Bruderschaft

One year down, and the rest of my life to go. I never anticipated the end. I never planned for it. I never wondered what a post-Shelly world would look like, or how I could function in it. My family clung to me that first night (thank you all!), with Mike even staying up the entire night to ensure that I didn’t self-harm. After that I managed it by clinging desperately to the hope of reconciliation that was (cruelly) dangled before me. It became the new focus of my life. When even that was taken away (about a month later), I ended up in the hospital.

”Save me from the nothing I’ve become.”
-Bring Me To Life, Evanescence

I came out a blank slate of sorts. I didn’t recognize myself or the world. The only thing that seemed to have carried over from the previous incarnation was the incredible support network of loved ones, friends, and those in between. Between them, therapy, and medication I wasn’t able to go back to who I was before, but I did pull together as someone new and quite different. Sadder, more fragile, no longer afraid of death, but kinder, more compassionate, and not entirely incapable of joy. There’s been happiness. There’s been joy. There’s been rebirth and growth and setbacks and oh so much goddamn pain. I have better days and worse days. On the worse days I wake up already thinking about her, and not a single hour goes by that she isn’t in my thoughts. On better days I’ll have stretches of a couple of hours where she doesn’t cross my mind. So far that’s the best I can hope for.

”I wish I knew then, what I know now. I wouldn’t dive in. I wouldn’t bow down.
Gravity hurts- you made it so sweet, until I woke up on the concrete.”

-Wide Awake, Katy Perry

There’s been enlightenment of a sort. I’ve learned a lot about the relationship in retrospect and gotten outside perspectives that I didn’t have before. Things were not as they seemed to me. Kim was on the verge of moving out and surrendering the house to Shelly and me. My relationship with Jessie had faded so far into the background that it nearly vanished. It was my fault for letting it get to that point. But the rest of the Horde and I were not treated fairly. She was not the person she’d presented herself as, attempts to set or maintain boundaries were emotionally steamrolled, and my family and I have paid (and continue to pay) dearly for that. The misrepresentation continued even through the breakup.

”If happy ever after did exist, I would still be holding you like this.”
-Payphone, Maroon 5

And still I love her, in a way that I’ve never loved anyone else. Despite everything, I haven’t found myself really capable of feeling anger toward her for more than a moment, which probably works to my detriment. I pine for her, every day. I still see and hear and read things every day that I want to share and discuss with her. The subroutine in my head that’s always looking out for something cool or fun to buy for her still runs in the background. I still cry, though not daily like I used to. I still manage anxiety and depression. I’m still in therapy and on medication to deal with the loss. I still take prescription pills to sleep at night, and even with them I can’t seem to reliably manage to sleep more than 7 hours or so. Seeing a black PT Cruiser sends me into almost a panic. Giraffes, Muppets, and Superman references make me sad. I am a “whole person” now, but nevertheless feel like an essential part of me ripped itself (herself) away. I’m working on that.

”These wounds won’t seem to heal. This pain is just too real. There’s just too much that time can not erase.”
My Immortal, Evanescence

Maybe the breakup wasn’t just her escaping from an “unsafe” situation. Maybe it was also me escaping from callous disregard and an impending more permanent death, in exchange for dying a little bit each day.

I’d rather be in a wonderful present but forever haunted by past loss than trapped in a nightmarish present tormented by the realization that my best days are behind me. Fortunately, the former option most closely matches my current situation. It could so easily have gone the other way. The best and most noble parts of my life are The Ones Who Stayed- who didn’t give up on me, who continued to find me worth fighting for even when I was so clearly enthralled elsewhere and giving so little back. Every day brings ups and downs, but the general trend is positive. I will always carry this sorrow, and I have every reason to believe that I’ll think of Shelly and miss her (and the future we could have shared) every day for the rest of my life. But I also carry the love and support of the people around me with whom I can look forward to a long life and future together. I have no words to describe how wonderful that is.

As a side note, I began writing this post crying mournfully about Shelly. I’m ending it crying happily about my fellow Hordelings.
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Sad Gir

Suicide Isn't Painless

Trigger warnings: suicide and depression

As I sit down to write this I don’t actually know where I’m going with this post. It may be short, or I may ramble aimlessly for several pages. I’ve been pretty open about talking about this, but I’m not sure how much I’m comfortable actually putting down in text. I may just write two posts- one for general viewing and one with more detail for family and my therapist. We’ll see. Apologies in advance for random bits of gallows humor.

I’ll start with the basics. A year ago tonight I tried to kill myself. More specifically, I went to a semi-secluded location and tried to shoot myself in the head. I’ll skip over the specifics of my plan, but it was well thought out.

It was actually the third time I’d planned suicide. The previous two times, circumstances shifted and I changed my mind before I acted upon it. After each crisis passed I’d decided that it was an emotional aberration, rather than an indication of a mental state deteriorating under relationship stress and anxiety. And any time I pondered how “best” to do it I brushed it off as mere thought experiments.

The third time, a year ago, I didn’t change my mind. I was overcome with despair like I’d never known, and I’d worked up my nerve. Instead I was discovered (by femetal and zensidhe) as I was trying to remember what I had earlier decided would be my last tweet. I’d also composed an apologetic text message for our family GroupMe account that was typed in on my phone and ready to send.

I was caught completely by surprise. I hadn’t even been aware that they were out looking for me. I had an alibi in case a stranger or cop interrupted me, but hadn’t accounted for the possibility of being caught by someone who knew me. In fact, I’d chosen my location specifically to avoid that. I was stunned, as I had no contingency for this and am unwilling to lie to them. I had no idea what to do next, because there wasn’t supposed to be a “next.” So I sat down on the ground and poured my heart out to my wife, who handled the situation with superhuman understanding and kindness (as did redheadlass and zensidhe later). They also made sure that all of the firearms in our home “disappeared”, for which I am grateful. I’m also grateful to my therapist, who has been truly amazing.

In case you’re wondering, a gun tastes like steel. I expected it to have a slightly oily flavor as well, but nope. Apparently at some point while I was working up my nerve I bit down on it wrong. The next morning the cap on one of my front teeth (chipped as a child) came loose.

For the record, I never threatened suicide. I had a partner with whom it wasn’t safe to share the fact that I was having suicidal ideations, and assumed that if I told any partner then they’d share that information, so I couldn’t tell the safe ones either. I was (and still am) certain that if I had done so I would’ve been accused of being manipulative or using emotional blackmail. (Now, instead I’m accused of withholding information. I literally couldn’t win.)

I also would not, under any circumstances, have threatened or harmed anyone else. The notion sickens me, but apparently that’s how I’ve been portrayed by some.

I don’t know how to convey the reasons or the chasm of despair and hopelessness into which lead me to suicide. If you’ve been in that state of mind then you don’t need (or want) an explanation, and if you haven’t then it’s incomprehensible. A year prior I would’ve seen myself as the last person in the world who would contemplate suicide, let alone carry it out. I was an Extropian, after all! A cryonicist and life extensionist!

And I still am, only now I know I’m an Extropian who knows that there is a point at which death is preferable. It still boggles my mind a year later, and I’m still working to reconcile these mental states. As I sit here, I have no suicidal ideations or desire to self harm. I’m very glad I didn’t kill myself. But I know that there are circumstances under which I would want to die, because I’ve been there. As much as my life has worked out over the last year, as much as my stress level has plummeted, the pain of that night and the days that have followed has been so unbearable that if I knew then what I know now, god help me, the only thing I’d do differently is be faster on the trigger.

So I have a new glitch in my head. I didn’t used to, but now I do. In some important ways (and some trivial ones) I’m not the same person I was that night. Fortunately, I also know a way to work around my new glitch. I tell someone I love.

For me at least, that’s enough. I don’t even need any particular response or action from them - just to have someone I love be aware that my head is going to dark places. It brings into the foreground the effect it would have on those around me and short circuits the mechanism which otherwise shrinks the world down to just pain and despair. It obviously doesn’t make everything all right, but it keeps perspective more firmly grounded in reality.

I could write a book about that night and the days and months that followed, but I don’t see the benefit and I’m sure I’ll be writing about related topics soon enough. I will say this, though: I’m certainly not a qualified professional, and I don’t know if my situation is typical or not, but if you’re even just “toying around” with the idea of suicide in your head, find someone safe and tell them. Get it out on the table. You might be amazed at the level of support and love that materializes around you (I was!). If you don’t have someone safe, find a professional and tell them. It can make all the difference in the world when your world is ending.

Quick Addendum: It was never my intention to keep the first two "incidents" a permanent secret. I'd decided to wait a year (again, so it wouldn't seem like I was trying to be manipulative), then sit the Horde down and tell them everything that had happened. Obviously it all came to light significantly sooner, which is a good thing.
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Things I do not do

There are things I do not do. I do not lie. I do not mislead. I do not threaten. I do not gaslight. I do not block people from communicating with me, even if I choose not to communicate with them.

I do not hide my feelings, my experiences, or my pain. Not anymore.

I try not to make accusations, but I acknowledge that sometimes I do. Sometimes it's warranted. But I share my experiences openly, for everyone to see, rather than hiding them behind filters for fear of being called to task for them. Silence and censorship are the tools of the abuser. If I've said something about you in private, you can be assured that I'd say it to your face.

I do save everything. Every email, every chat log, every SMS, every DM. When I speak, I make sure that what I say is consistent with the record. That's not for the purpose of "setting traps." It's to keep me from rewriting history in my head. I don't trust my memory. I don't trust yours, either. I can back up what I say. While I don't claim to be the final authority on it, I believe in and strive to know objective reality, even while I also believe in subjective interpretation. I don't think that this is contradictory.
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